Jian Anning looked at him, sowhat familiar, but she couldn’t be sure, hesitated for a mont, and did not step forward: "Who are you?"
"I’m Xiaofang from the crew, you just called back and said you had to return for sothing, didn’t you?"
Jian Anning heard what he said, looked at him again, and indeed seed to know him. She was still a bit uneasy: "Are you really here to pick up?"
The man nodded: "Of course. Let’s go."
Jian Anning hesitated for a mont but followed him, and saw him getting into a car marked with the "Starlight Entertainnt" logo, which put her at ease.
On the way back, Jian Anning’s phone sat idly when it soon received a WeChat ssage: "Are you still there?"
Clearly, this was Yu Zexiao using a small assistant’s phone to text her, to which Jian Anning imdiately replied: "Just left, soone ca to pick up."
"Okay, then be careful, I’ll wait for you at Master John’s place." Yu Zexiao was still a bit uneasy, especially since, after Jian Anning agreed to marry him, he always felt she was his "personal property." Also, for so reason, his heart started racing as soon as he got in the car, as if sothing was about to happen. It wasn’t exactly the tension of eting John Gruber, but sothing unspeakable, yet he was just uncomfortable.
Jian Anning nodded: "I understand, I also really want to... really want to et the Master."
She really wanted to et John Gruber, truth be told— even if she played the piano again now, Jian Anning couldn’t possibly return to her peak state from the past. After all, letting go for ten years, playing the piano requires continuous practice, and neglect leads to forgetting finger technique.
But perhaps it’s the confidence and drive Yu Zexiao has given her these days. Without playing the piano, she can still engage with music, and— can still et the person she admired most from the past. After all, a pianist and a composer are clearly two different things.
"Then I’ll wait for you."
Yu Zexiao still didn’t know these thoughts in her mind, after chatting for a short ti, the car arrived at Master John Gruber’s doorstep.
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Just got out of the car, not yet inside, and heard inside a man using pure German, loudly cursing sothing with a vigorous voice. Although he couldn’t understand German, Yu Zexiao could feel the sudden bustling atmosphere inside.
Knocking and entering, sure enough, in the living room, a foreign man about fifty or sixty with slightly curly hair, looking very strict, was scolding Nie Anni standing in front of him. Usually, Nie Anni’s cold deanor was like a chicken encountering an eagle in front of this man, obediently bowing her head.
Yu Zexiao imagined thousands of images of John Gruber, but didn’t expect— he is like this ordinarily.
Though a bit surprised, Yu Zexiao could recognize at a glance that this scolding man was indeed the world’s musical maestro— John Gruber!
Even as Yu Zexiao arrived, John Gruber continued his scolding, and only stopped after what seed like exhaustion from scolding, taking the teacup beside him for a sip of tea, lifting his face to look at Yu Zexiao, and asked in English: "Are you Zero?"
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