Bertrand called Lu Xingzhi over.
"Little Angel, the teacher didn’t tell you because he didn’t want to see you like this. Birth, aging, sickness, and death—I’ve co to terms with them. You should still be happy every day, otherwise, the teacher would bla himself.
I didn’t know Edmond would tell you about my illness. I know he ant well, afraid that you might not be able to see one last ti. But, Little Angel, don’t let yourself be caught up on a single matter in this lifeti.
Perhaps I am different from you people of Hua Country, the teacher is neither planning to get married nor to have children. I don’t think about how much longer I have to live or what tomorrow will be like.
I just want to live well in the present, do the things I wish to do, and love the people I want to love. You don’t need to linger by my side because I’m sick now; the teacher finds your appearances a bit too frequent!
Don’t look at with sympathy or sadness or grief or regret, or I’ll constantly be reminded that I’m a patient, that I might die tomorrow."
Bertrand held Lu Xingzhi’s hand, giving it a pat, "You are my only student, so the best way to repay is to stand on the brightest stage and shine with your own light. The teacher believes your future achievents will surpass mine.
The teacher doesn’t like being sentintal, nor does he care for what your country always says, that the deepest declaration of love is companionship. Love is just love, even if it offends your country, I dare say.
Although you are different, still, the teacher wants to say that many children in your country are really too sentintal. They want to enjoy a luxurious life and also have their parents with them at all tis.
How is that possible? So, the teacher doesn’t hope you’ll stay by my side. I’d rather you be happy. The most important thing about being alive is happiness. If you’re unhappy because of , I’ll also bla myself; there’s no need for that.
I’m not sad, so you’re not allowed to be either. Even if one day you hear news of my passing, don’t be sad. The teacher went to heaven, to see the girl he loves. The teacher wants to tell her that he has a very lovely student, just like a little angel."
Lu Xingzhi held back her tears, nodded, and said, "Teacher, I understand. I’ll do as you say."
"Listen to , then go back! Do what you need to do. I want you to play the piano well, but don’t practice excessively, or you’ll lose your spiritual energy. Concerts, they should happen, but not one after another. You need to understand how to rest well."
In private, Bertrand rarely spoke so seriously to Lu Xingzhi.
Listening to him speak these words as if arranging his affairs, Lu Xingzhi felt very uncomfortable inside, but she would follow the teacher’s instructions.
The teacher’s words were quite similar to those of her family.
"Go out! I want to say a few words to your husband." Bertrand said to Lu Xingzhi again.
"Okay."
Lu Xingzhi knew Bertrand wouldn’t make things difficult for Huo Jincheng, so she went out.
Edmond had already arrived, sitting on the sofa in the outside living room.
"Lu Lu." Edmond looked at her apologetically, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you. Uncle didn’t want you to know."
"Edmond, don’t say that. If you hadn’t told , I would have been upset. Thank you! Really."
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