Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 738 - 458: The Back Shadow of That Young Man
"By the way, how did you first notice Yanyu?"
...
Gan Hua turned her body sideways, looked at Tuoba Jianhui next to her, suddenly remembered something, frowned, and asked,
"I remember I've never talked to you about my granddaughter."
"Haha...."
Tuoba Jianhui chuckled, but for some reason, his laughter felt somewhat sinister.
"Hey, what's so funny?"
Gan Hua clicked her tongue, a bit displeased,
"Because my Yu'er's competition footage was so outstanding that it caught the attention of an old thing like you, making you travel all the way to Qingzhou to cultivate her?"
Feeling a bit awkward, Tuoba Jianhui touched his nose and said,
"Actually, when I first encountered her, I intended to persuade her to give up on the path of performance."
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing this, Gan Hua instantly sat up from her chair.
Her eyes widened as she looked at Tuoba Jianhui,
"Is that true?"
"Because of that, that young brat Lin Tian still hasn't forgiven me." Tuoba Jianhui laughed, with a tinge of bitterness in his laughter.
He looked at the TV, bent down, rubbed his hands together, and reminisced,
"However, if you were to ask what first caught my eye back then... it actually had nothing to do with you."
"Nothing to do with me?"
"Yes."
Tuoba Jianhui said,
"Do you remember that boy?"
Upon hearing "that boy," Gan Hua's heart skipped a beat.
"Yao Xing...?"
"Yes."
Tuoba Jianhui said,
"It's Yao Xing."
Tuoba Jianhui smiled, "Seems like you still remember."
"How could I not remember?" Gan Hua retorted.
The once-in-a-century talented genius of the orchestra.
The young boy on whom Tuoba Jianhui first pinned his hopes for the revival of classical music.
In one performance, he destroyed everything he had.
Though he messed everything up and completely vanished,
even to this day,
it's fair to say, he remains Tuoba Jianhui's "Moonlight."
"I see."
Gan Hua sighed.
Was it because he saw the shadow of that boy in Yanyu, that he paid attention to her?
This explanation certainly fits Tuoba Jianhui's style.
At this point, Gan Hua suddenly appeared a bit dazed:
"That boy... what ultimately led him into the abyss back then..."
Perhaps it was because of old age and a year of coma.
Gan Hua indeed found it hard to recall events from the past.
"Wasn't his performance always quite good?"
Gan Hua murmured with a frown.
"His performance was truly astounding. I've never seen a child more talented than him."
"Wasn't it the British Art Association that reported on his led performance in London?"
"At that time, he was only in his early twenties, with a long road ahead... how could everything suddenly explode?"
"What... actually happened?"
It was as if a hidden combination lock deep within his brain had been touched; many incomprehensible things emerged as Gan Hua pondered the time-worn code.
Nearly 20 years ago, how did that performance in Paris become a complete tragedy, tearing the entire orchestra apart...
"Seems like you're really getting senile."
At this moment, Tuoba Jianhui placed his hand on Gan Hua's arm.
He looked at the TV and calmly said,
"An important guest attended that performance."
"An important guest...?"
Thump-thump-thump—
In an instant,
Gan Hua's heart suddenly tightened on the third beat.
He raised his head, following Tuoba Jianhui's gaze, looking at the television, his pupils suddenly dilated upon seeing the figure in the judges' seats.
"Yes....."
"I remember it now."
Gan Hua muttered.
Because of the appearance of that "important guest."
The entire orchestra viewed this tour as "possibly the only opportunity in a lifetime."
A tour that spanned four years, over thirty countries, and more than a hundred performances. Many of the veterans in the group had already left, unable to bear the massive expenses. They were replaced mostly by newcomers, and the entire orchestra had barely held together until now.
Now,
because of this tour, they might achieve the outcome they desired or completely lose hope.
Everything,
would depend on whether they could satisfy this "important guest."
To show him that classical music still holds its necessary significance!
...
Conductor Tuoba Jianhui gritted his teeth and ordered all orchestra members to put forth their best effort for this performance.
He himself, had a break-through-the-barrier determination—
"Even if I die, I want to die on stage."
In the resting room, Tuoba Jianhui gripped Gan Hua's arm tightly, biting his lip until it bled.
He knew very well that a third of the current orchestra were newcomers, no longer comparable to when the tour just began.
But even so,
Tuoba Jianhui still needed to seize this lifeline.....
He widened his bloodshot eyes, looking at forty-year-old Gan Hua, who was crying, grabbing Tuoba Jianhui's arm, swearing to do his utmost.
...
This scene,
was witnessed by a young flutist who happened to pass by.
The young flutist in this orchestra was named Yao Xing.
...
When everyone came back to their senses from this nightmare-like frantic all-or-nothing gamble.
In front of them,
Yao Xing stood in the center of the orchestra, his hair drenched in sweat, eyes hollow, face ashen as if he had burned every cell in his body. His limp hand could no longer hold the flute, and the instrument slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
