CHAPTER 666: CHAPTER 420 THE BATTLE BETWEEN NEW AND OLD GENERATIONS! (6K)_4

The woman spoke in a calm tone:

"Maozi... has passed away."

Lin Tian’s pupils trembled slightly.

Passed away.

No explanation was needed; the meaning was easily understood.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, Lin Tian couldn’t help but feel a tremor in his heart when he heard those words.

"Tonight?" Lin Tian asked.

"Yes."

"Wasn’t it said there were still five months?"

"He couldn’t hold on that long."

The agent’s lips had a hint of bitterness,

"Perhaps, Maozi has found fulfillment."

As she spoke, the woman took a few steps forward, came up to Lin Tian, and took a stick from behind her.

"Maozi asked me to give this to you."

It was a violin bow.

Lin Tian took the bow, which was covered in marks, the grip polished smooth. Although Mao Weiang was very elegant and humble, his playing style was always quite spirited, fitting his cold exterior and warm interior.

Lin Tian understood the gift Mao Weiang was giving him, but what puzzled him was...

"Why a bow?"

"Throughout his life, Maozi composed countless pieces, but rarely did he play purely for ’himself.’ That concert with you and Gan Yanyu was one of those rare occasions."

The woman said,

"Do you remember, Maozi once said... he hoped that stage could be remembered by more people..."

Lin Tian remembered.

After that ensemble performance, Mao Weiang was in the office, rubbing his hands, nervously asking Lin Tian if the version they performed together could be included in the "Moonlight and Cat’s Collection."

Having created music throughout his life sufficient to leave a mark in music history, Mao Weiang ultimately found himself in a collaboration with others.

Lin Tian had refused the request to include it in the album, but he very seriously promised Mao Weiang:

No matter how many people in this world forgot who the real Mao Weiang was, at least he and Gan Yanyu would always remember.

"Maozi hopes, you and Gan Yanyu will not forget your promise with him."

The woman’s voice choked with emotion,

"No matter how many years pass, please remember the stage you shared with Mao Weiang."

Lin Tian looked at the bow in his hand, silent for a long time.

He noticed that the agent now wore an engagement ring on her finger, which had not been there the last time they met.

Lin Tian did not ask about the ring’s origin.

He just nodded:

"Did he say anything else?"

"Meeting you both, he knew that becoming a professional cellist was indeed the right decision."

The woman gazed softly, looking away, and said quietly,

"Maozi hopes you can represent him, and go to the Golden Hall he dreamed of so many times... but never had the chance to see... and see what it’s like."

"And then... bring back the championship."

...

"I will."

Lin Tian said,

"We will."

...

...

Sunday.

Tianchao Music University.

In front of a music classroom inside the academy, a crowd of university students had already gathered to watch.

As soon as Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu appeared, a wave of astonishment broke out among the crowd, and they made way for them.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu pushed open the classroom door.

Standing before them were Tuoba Jianhui, sitting at the piano, and another elder standing beside him.

As the elder turned his head, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu’s eyes widened in surprise.

Gan Hua, holding a cello in one hand and a bow in the other, his not particularly sturdy body exuding an immense sense of pressure at this moment.

A pair of deep eyes stared intently at them:

"Prepare yourselves, and come."