"Hmm?"
"Since she was a child, she has always thought about things much more deeply than her peers. The first ti I went to her school to hear her practice the violin, I was startled. I was thinking, how old could she be, playing such a sorrowful funeral march? But the way she played, it was so invested. It scared to death."
Such anecdotes, not to ntion the outside dia, probably even the Zhao Family isn’t aware of them. Hearing Da Bai’s words, Gu Nuan couldn’t help but curl her lips and said, "That’s what’s called music. It doesn’t matter if it’s a funeral march or not."
"That’s not right. You say little girls usually like to sing that Mushroom Girl song or lively dance music, but she insisted on studying funeral marches." Da Bai defended to his wife.
"These pieces of hers, to my ears, are indeed heavy, but there are quite a few light-hearted lodies in them." Gu Nuan analyzed a piece and found sothing interesting. The reason why Zhao ngjin’s music is loved by many and touches hearts, without making anyone feel completely oppressed, is because her music distinctly separates into three parts. It starts warm, becos somber in the middle, and finally ends in an uplifting climax."
"Right." Da Bai agreed with his wife’s analysis and clapped his hands, "She’s a drear, like Roo and Juliet or The Butterfly Lovers."
In the end, what music an artist produces is directly related to their mindset. Zhao ngjin poured all her desires, trapped in the cage of her roles as a lady and a celebrity, into music. More precisely, she poured it all onto Tang Sili.
As smart as Tang Sili is, how could he not know what Miss Zhao is yearning for in her heart? That’s why he said she’s just a spoiled little girl. Tang Sili himself is a pragmatic person who wouldn’t like a woman who only talks about music at ho, like a vase in the house. If he had to maintain it, he simply couldn’t afford it.
He’s a doctor from humble beginnings, he has so financial capability through his skills, but all his interests are focused on work. If a patient calls, he’s there imdiately, sotis working through the night.
A bit of romance before marriage is okay, but after marriage, what if she demands him to accompany her all day? What if he doesn’t co ho often at night? He conducts experints, not knowing how many mice he handles daily. Wouldn’t she faint at the sight?
The mont they t was beautiful, but in reality, circumstances are far more brutal and heartless than one can imagine.
Late at night, opening the computer, the screen is filled with voices about how her music career has prematurely ended. So fans even suggested crowdfunding to hire a private detective to thoroughly investigate the matter and ensure the culprit is brought to justice.
Tang Sili looked at all this and rely curled his lips slightly.
He truly felt nothing, numbed. Even if the police ca to arrest him now, he’d feel nothing. The thing is, the police really wouldn’t co to arrest him. Legally speaking, he saved a life; people should be grateful to him with incense.
However, when he first learned her hand bone was broken, his heart truly shook. That lingering shock hasn’t fully dissipated even now.
His student, Ou Yanan, later called to ask how he was doing. On the one hand, worried about him, on the other, worried about her. Ou Yanan ntioned having heard her music, acknowledging that she was a genius.
The title "genius", for their master-student duo, is judged by much harsher standards than ordinary people. There’s no choice because they themselves are geniuses. So, the fact that soone is acknowledged as a genius by them ans truly very few people et that mark. It shows Zhao ngjin truly is a genius.
The first ti he heard her music, it was undoubtedly far earlier than his student. In reality, no one would’ve thought of it. Back when she was young, first caught by the dia and debuting in music, before she made a splash in the music industry and was only known in small circles, he had already known her.
Not many people knew he loved music. Aside from surgery, no, even while doing surgery, sotis tunes would swirl in his mind to relax himself.
The reason her music attracted him, just as Da Bai said, was its otherworldly quality. So young, yet she delved into funeral music. Oddly enough, doctors are often associated with the term "funeral marches," because what doctors see the most is the mont of death.
It’s fate perhaps. When he saw her being mocked by a few street hooligans, if he hadn’t already noticed her music, known her, he definitely wouldn’t have stepped in to save her life. That’s why he called her capricious, a little girl ignorant of many things.
He liked her for her music, nothing else. But her laughably, she thought her beauty seduced him. This resulted in a series of ridiculous actions in his office.
If he had known early on that things would result in such consequences, maybe that day he wouldn’t have stepped in to save her. Because he least wanted to be the murderer who ruined her music career. He’d rather she was destroyed by soone else. Seen this way, he’s truly a selfish and heartlessly incorrigible man.
A cold laugh escaped his lips.
Now, the situation has co to this. Other than promising the old lady to do whatever it takes to heal her hand, it seems there’s no other way.
If he could, at this mont he really wanted to strangle her neck and end it together with her! Because listening to her music now, knowing it could never be heard again, made him feel like a terminally ill patient with only despair remaining.
Zhao ngjin lay in the hospital room unable to sleep, those words he said that day kept swirling in her mind. This made an inexplicable unease flash across her heart. What did she want? Why did he say that? No, she didn’t think that wise uncle of hers would act indiscriminately against him.
With a squeak, soone opened the door to her room. Her eyes imdiately shot open and she sat up, seeing that the person who walked in seed familiar. She turned on the bedside lamp to see it was Ou Chunhua.
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