CHAPTER 670: CHAPTER 423 "SYMPHONY NO. 40" - ULTIMATE EDITION_2

So.....

Just now, you took the initiative to raise the tempo to the peak, it was to.....

——figure it out, old man.

Lin Tian looked at Tuoba Jianhui, a slight smile on his lips.

His eyes told Tuoba Jianhui the answer.

——We are indeed playing in ensemble.

...

Tuoba Jianhui suddenly widened his eyes, turned his head to look at the position beside Lin Tian.

At this moment,

Gan Yanyu’s face was calm.

Even though music continued to fill her ears, at this time, in Gan Yanyu’s world, there was only Gan Hua before her.

.....

"Grandpa, why are you so talented but don’t go to competitions?"

Seven-year-old little Gan Yanyu, on that day, in a cramped rental house, asked her grandfather this question for the first time.

At that time, she had been learning the cello for a year, and although her delicate little hands still couldn’t independently place the heavy cello, she could already discern many rights and wrongs,

"The competition videos you showed me, I think they are not as good as you."

Gan Yanyu expressed in a childish voice, pointing at the TV, her face full of dissatisfaction,

"Grandpa is much better than them, why are they the ones competing up there?"

Gan Hua was taken aback for a moment at her words, his gaze somewhat dazed.

He remained silent for a while, then pulled Gan Yanyu into his arms, chuckling indulgently:

"Actually, everyone has different reasons for playing the cello, but one thing is the same, everyone has their own mission in life to accomplish."

"Then grandpa’s mission must be to become a world champion!" Gan Yanyu exclaimed happily.

In little Gan Yanyu’s eyes, her grandpa was so talented, surely he could win the championship. The cellists she saw in all the tapes, including those she listened to in the concert halls her grandpa took her to.....

These people were nothing compared to grandpa!

"In the past, that was indeed the case."

Gan Hua said softly,

"But now, it’s not. Grandpa’s life changed during a certain competition."

"Grandpa’s mission was completed when you were two years old....."

"Now, Grandpa needs you to help conclude his life’s story."

"Do you understand, Yu’er...."

"...."

Gan Hua spoke to himself more like he was talking to himself.

While little Gan Yanyu looked at her grandpa with a face full of confusion.

Her grandpa’s words made her a bit confused.

What life, what mission, it’s all so baffling.

Seven-year-old Gan Yanyu was very smart; in music, she already understood many things.

In her eyes, although grandpa was older than those performers on TV, his skills were far superior, and he could certainly continue competing.

Even if he failed once, he could surely rise again; as long as grandpa wanted, he could definitely achieve whatever he desired...

Yet, grandpa didn’t.

He just stayed in his café, chatted with other old grandpas, brewed coffee, and at night, taught her to play the cello in this small room.

Why?

Little Gan Yanyu hadn’t yet mastered the cello, but was already proactively concerned about her grandpa.

...

In fact,

that day, little Gan Yanyu didn’t know.

The very question she asked her grandpa was also the biggest controversy and most discussed topic in the Tian Chao cello circle.

No one knew what Gan Hua truly thought.

The world only felt his intention was broken, uninterested in further battles, just like many forlorn musicians who quit midway, and found a job they possibly liked to spend the rest of their lives.

As for this highly controversial question.

Gan Hua himself, from start to finish, only told one person the answer in this world.

That person was his beloved granddaughter, Gan Yanyu.

And that is now.

Only,

at that time, seven-year-old Gan Yanyu still didn’t understand the meaning of her grandpa’s words.

.....

Now,

as Gan Yanyu picked up the bow, facing her grandpa.

Everything of the past floated in her mind.

She understood.

The moment she looked up into her grandpa’s eyes, she saw a hint of yearning.

——The competition 16 years ago, was just for today.

It needed Gan Yanyu to bring meaning to that competition personally.

Right here,

take the baton and pass it on.....

...

Gan Yanyu closed her eyes.

When Lin Tian brought the tempo to its pinnacle,

all paths opened wide, nothing could stop the girl’s stride anymore!

In Gan Yanyu’s heart, she realized all the answers.

She raised the bow.

Seeing this scene, Gan Hua showed a relieved expression.

"Let’s do it."

"..."

The bow sweeps down, brushing against the strings!

The spirited and fluctuating music resounds at this moment!

The melody of "Don’t Want to Grow Up" steps heavily, bearing an immense burden, as the young girl pulls the bow, venting her emotions and letting herself soar with acceleration.

Destiny, solitude, self.

Filled with unspeakably heavy emotions.

Each note that spills out is a tremendous shock to every listener’s heart!

"..."

All the students are terrified by this majestic cello, unable to speak.

Even separated by a wall, by a window.

Standing in the corridor, people can truly feel the Pathétique emotions conveyed by the music.

What’s going on?

This cello...

has completely dominated the ensemble!!

.....

Watching Gan Yanyu’s cello sweeping through like a storm, effortlessly destroying everything, forcibly grasping the pace of the music in her hands, making everyone follow the rhythm she controls.

Tuoba Jianhui’s piano struggles with every note.

He is utterly bewildered.

He looks at Lin Tian and instantly understands everything.

It turns out,

Lin Tian’s performance earlier was not a provocation towards him.

From beginning to end, he never intended to compete with him.

He heightened the emotions, quickened the tempo, everything he did... was merely guiding Gan Yanyu, so she could quickly comprehend the significance of their performance.

The center of the performance, all along, was Gan Yanyu.

The petty-minded one, all along, was only himself.

.....

Tuoba Jianhui smiles bitterly in his heart.

Never expected, even now, Lin Tian could outsmart him.

A loss that is even satisfying.

Nevertheless.....

Perhaps, it is precisely Lin Tian’s mind for music and performance.

That allows them to win, time and time again, in competitions disadvantageous to them, through miraculous tactics?

He then laughs heartily in his heart.

Indeed, Old Gan.

The person I acknowledged back then, was not wrong!

...

Slowly.

In Gan Yanyu’s overwhelming cello performance, and Lin Tian’s ever-soaring flexible coordination accompaniment...

The performance of the two elders is gradually overshadowed, completely unable to compete.

The focal point of the whole ensemble centers on Gan Yanyu.

"Is it real...."

Already, some students show expressions of disbelief,

"Gan Yanyu... actually suppressed Elder Gan and Dean Tuoba."

"Just two young people..."

"Looks like Dean Tuoba truly isn’t capable!"

"Elder Gan too, alas, my former god of cello, has retired for so long....."

"Dean Tuoba also told us to learn... How can we learn this?"

The students discuss, gradually they realize.

The performance of the two predecessors hasn’t faded into mediocrity, but rather transformed, beginning to willingly play supporting roles.

In the last segment of this performance, the ensemble of four achieves perfect coordination.

Tuoba Jianhui’s piano paves the way for Lin Tian.

Gan Hua supports Gan Yanyu’s cello forward.

After Gan Yanyu’s explosive performance,

Gan Hua looks at his granddaughter, showing a relieved expression.

At that moment,

the two generations exchange a glance.

The old man’s eyes gradually moist.

In the instant of being utterly defeated by Gan Yanyu, Gan Hua smiles.

It seems, they have understood the weight of music.

It is time.

The two elders — more than anyone — have been eagerly awaiting this moment’s arrival.

.....

As the music gradually fades into silence.

This performance of two generations of musicians finally concludes.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu stop playing and lift their heads.

Inside and outside the classroom, it is incredibly quiet.

Students stretch their necks, silently, staring blankly at everything inside.

The two young people, upon completing the performance, also feel a degree of apprehension within.

....

"Go on."

Until, Gan Hua first breaks the silence,

"Bring back that championship."

Gan Hua grits his teeth, after a moment of relief, widens his bloodshot eyes,

"Now, there’s nothing that can stop you anymore!"