My girlfriend is a cellist

Chapter 384: Sound of the Past
6 days ago.

"Ding-dong-"

Gan Yanyu rang the doorbell.

The door opens,

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman. The moment she opened the door and saw Gan Yanyu, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"Gan Yanyu?"

"you know me?"

Gan Yanyu was a little surprised.

"of course."

The woman's face looked a little haggard. She forced a smile and said,
"I have been following that person and of course I watched this year's cello competition."

Both of them knew who the "that person" here was, and they didn't say anything more.

After entering the house, the woman went to pour tea for Gan Yanyu.

After asking if she could sit on the sofa, Gan Yanyu sat on it, placing her hands on her legs awkwardly.

She used this time to observe her surroundings.

The house is clean and tidy, and it looks like it is cleaned regularly. The furniture in the living room is very simple, with nothing else except the sofa and TV. Whether from the neighborhood or the interior decoration, it looks like an ordinary family, and from the shoes placed at the door, it seems that the person usually lives alone.

And the most conspicuous one in the living room.

Probably, it's the cello on the wall.

Gan Yanyu raised her head and looked at it for a long time.

It was not until the woman handed her the hot water that she hurriedly took the cup and whispered "thank you".

Gan Yanyu took a sip and then placed the cup on the table with both hands.

"How is he doing?"

Suddenly, the woman asked.

Gan Yanyu raised her head. In front of her, on the weathered face, a pair of eyes were filled with urgency and passion.
"very good."

By the time Gan Yanyu reacted, she had already said this sentence.

What, in fact, did she know?

The story of a wandering teenager in Beijing.

It was only out of pity for the lady in front of me that I blurted it out instantly.

"He is playing with me and my partner." Gan Yanyu relaxed.

"Thank you for your care."

"Take care of something"

Gan Yanyu paused.

He took a deep breath and said,
"You never came back once?"

"Ah."

The woman said,

"Not once."

When Gan Yanyu was stunned.

The woman raised her head and looked somewhere in the living room.

"Old Bai and I have been doing business in this county for our entire lives, but in the end, we ended up with almost nothing."

"Lao Bai didn't want Junze to follow in our footsteps. His biggest wish at the time was that he could stay in this small county town and be a teacher, and live a stable life."

"Maybe we didn't communicate with him well. Walter's approach was too extreme, and we ended up driving him away."

Hearing these words, Gan Yanyu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

She turned her head and looked at the place where the woman was looking.

In a daze,

What happened ten years ago is still vivid in my mind.

In that place,
The father and son had an extremely fierce quarrel.

The young Bai Junze loudly explained his musical dream to his father, describing the beautiful dream of becoming a cellist.
But Bai Junze's father cursed at him.

During the rectification, Bai Junze's cello was lifted high up, and then it was dropped down suddenly.

"boom!"

The cello was smashed to pieces.

Bai Junze's eyes became empty. Regardless of everything, he pushed his father away and rushed out of the door.

Subsequently,

He started his wandering life.

During this period, he suffered a lot and experienced countless loneliness and mental devastation.

Even so, it wasn't until the past two years that he finally won the provincial championship and made it to the finals.

Even so,

He still never went home to see it once.

"I can understand. Junze hates us and his father. If he stays in this house, he will only feel miserable. It's okay to let him go out and try his luck."

The old woman said this, Gan Yanyu pursed her lips and thought about her family.

compare to,

It seems that my own family had similar similarities in the past.

"After all, that nasty man has a temper that even I can't stand. He is really a very annoying guy who curses at every turn."

As the woman spoke, her gaze slowly shifted upwards.

Then, he said,
“You see, so he got his comeuppance.”

Gan Yanyu raised her head.

On the wall, he saw a photo of a middle-aged man.

"Old Bai has been in a state of decline since Junze left."

"He took great pains to glue and tape the broken cello back together bit by bit. He sat on the sofa every day and kept muttering, when will Junze come back, he will apologize and he will never force him to be a primary school teacher again. As long as he is willing to come back, he can do whatever he wants."

Speaking of which,

The woman who was originally cursing and saying that the man deserved it, could no longer help but blushing with wrinkled eyes.
"In the end, he just kept mumbling to himself and died in regret."

"I never got to see Junze until I died."

Gan Yanyu stood up without saying a word.

Before leaving, the woman handed the cello wrapped with tape to Gan Yanyu.
"This thing is useless for us to keep. Take a look and see if it can still be played. If you don't mind, you can take it away."

Gan Yanyu took the cello solemnly.

She looked at the cello and gently plucked the strings.

It's much stronger than I thought. The person who restored it seems to have put a lot of thought into it.

Afterwards, Gan Yanyu took it and set off.

now,

on the stage.

Bai Junze stroked the cello in his hand and kept murmuring softly.

"You bastard. Why did you just leave me to die like this?"

"Why, you didn't want to tell me until you died."

There was a flash of tenderness in Bai Junze's eyes that he had never seen before.

At this time,
Mao Weiang was just about to finish his solo part.

The audience in the audience was still immersed in Mao Weiang's irresistible cello.

After realizing that it was Bai Junze's turn to perform next, many people's attention was finally focused on Bai Junze, who had been standing on the side of the stage from beginning to end and seemed to have little presence.

Bai Junze placed the cello in front of him.

This scene immediately caused a lot of discussion among the audience.

"What's wrong with this cello? It's so ugly!"

"How come there's so much tape on it? Can it still make a sound?"

"Doesn't Bai Junze like to equip his cello with colorful lights? Why would he use such an ugly cello?"

"By the way, is he okay? He looked quite energetic before!"

Everyone looked at it with curiosity and confusion because it was so rare.

Even audiences who have watched countless concerts and competitions have never seen anyone bring a cello held together with tape and glue to the stage.

In fact, if it was someone else, everyone would think he was here to cause trouble.

But this person happened to be Bai Junze.

After all, no one has ever seen a cello wrapped in tape, nor has anyone ever seen LED lights installed on a cello.

If it's Bai Junze, then there are many possibilities.

"Performance Art?"

"I guess they're going to give us a big job!"

"Haha, my brother Ze is so good in the competition, so he must show us his special skills at this kind of concert, right?"

"Who knows, this cello might explode in the middle of playing it!"

"I bet that when the cello exploded, Bai Junze had prepared a surprise of fireworks for us inside the cello."

"Hahahahahahaha, this will ruin the ensemble, right? But it does fit his character!"

Some people have already started laughing when they think of all the funny scenes that might happen.

After all, this is Bai Junze, this is his reputation!

To be honest, many people were surprised just to hear that Bai Junze was willing to participate in such an ensemble.

It would be totally unreasonable if there wasn’t something weird in this ensemble!
Amid the hushed discussions and laughter of the crowd.

Bai Junze, however, remained expressionless.

After Mao Weiang's cello stopped playing, he took over the baton with a calm expression.

The man draws the bow.

When his first note sounded, all the sounds around him suddenly fell silent.

The strings vibrate, emitting a hoarse resonance and a dull wooden sound, as if wrapped in a layer of dull and painful reality.
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"what the hell???"

Yao Han suddenly stood up from the sofa and stared at the screen with wide eyes.

"Is this what Bai Junze's cello looks like?!"

Almost the moment the cello came out, Yao Han felt numb.

This piano sound is so steady and long-lasting.
Where is Bai Junze's former madness? !

"It seems that Teacher Bai Junze's state of mind has also changed a lot."

He Shumo said thoughtfully,

"But don't worry, this is just the beginning."

"Maybe there's someone bigger waiting for us behind Teacher Bai."

He Shumo comforted Yao Han who was a little agitated.

He can understand it too.

After all, he had just watched Mao Weiang's performance, and now seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with Bai Junze, it was understandable that he couldn't help himself.

"Wait, wait, wait"

He Shumo said.

Subsequently,

The cello reaches its climax.

as predicted,

Bai Junze's strings began to exert force.

however,
What is presented at this moment is the rough vibrato and suppressed staccato.

The passionate and rhythmic music carries an extremely deep emotion.
Attack the audience!

that moment,
All the audience felt an extremely heavy feeling of grief and love.

Deafening, heart-pounding
"What a great piano!!"

Zhang Dong touched his chest and praised.

however,
Meanwhile, someone in another office was totally uncalm.

"Damn it! They're all melted, right?!"

Yao Han couldn't bear it any longer and cursed.

Such a soulful voice,
It can happen to anyone.

But it can’t be Bai Junze!!

Yao Han really couldn't stand it anymore.

What on earth did Lin Tian do to Bai Junze in the foot massage parlor? !

What on earth is mixed in this foot washing water? !

This is not the complex tone that Bai Junze can produce!

"What on earth did Teacher Lin Tian and Teacher Gan Yanyu do?"

Hear this,

He Shumo couldn't hold it in any longer, he almost couldn't control his laughter.

This concert is getting better and better.

He now deeply regrets not being able to rush to the scene.
"It's a miracle. It's just a miracle."

This girl always does unnecessary things.

now,

Lin Tian, ​​who was playing the piano, couldn't help but smile slightly when he thought of this.

He said he had to go out for something urgent.

As a result, he traveled thousands of miles to Bai Junze's hometown.

Do you think this girl is crazy?

As it happened, he actually brought back a cello.

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While in the corridor, Lin Tian patted Gan Yanyu on the head and said angrily,

"Next time, you should tell me about this kind of thing and we can go together. It's so dangerous for a girl who has just come of age to go to another place by herself, and she is so beautiful."

Gan Yanyu was like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head and played with his fingers, whispering,
"But, but Lin Tian, ​​you are too busy. You just finished writing a song, and you have to lead everyone in training. You can't always worry about everything."

"I want to prove that even without you, Lin Tian, ​​I can still accomplish many things."

Gan Yanyu raised her head, looked into Lin Tian's eyes, and put her hands behind her back.
"Because, sometimes, I also hope you can rely on me a little more."

As early as a few days ago during the ensemble practice, Lin Tian understood from Bai Junze's piano playing.

Bai Junze, his feelings towards his father have never been simply "hatred" or "anger".

Most of the time,

His music, in fact, has a masochistic tendency.

This kind of self-abuse is also reflected in his wandering life.

He hated it so much that he wanted to punish his father in this way.

But, I can hate for 10 years.
In fact, this is no longer just hatred.

Just like a child, who knows the love of his parents, he wants to use this method to attract their attention and make them regret.
Essentially, we do this because we care.

Behind Bai Junze's crazy and unruly appearance.

It is a heart full of the childish and rebellious nature of a teenager.

Although ten years of time and wandering life have worn him out, he has now become a dishevelled, haggard-looking uncle.

But his age, because of the broken cello, will always remain the same as that night ten years ago.

He is still the same boy as before, without any change.

Bai Junze stroked the cello in his hand, and every stroke of his instrument was done with great caution, as if he was afraid that excessive force would shatter the already battered cello.

Same melody and rhythm points.

When this long vibrato was played in Bai Junze's hands.

But it gave a completely different feeling from the previous two people's performances.

Mature and steady, like a veteran who has been through many battles.

But there is also a bit of the innocence and childishness of a teenager.

All the audience seemed to see a general who was experienced in many battles but extremely young.

He was full of vigor and ambition, and set out with full of passion and ideals, vowing to make a career and carve out a world for himself outside.

And now, the general returned exhausted and wounded, dragging his body that was already riddled with holes.

He is back.

Finally came back.

Almost overnight, he matured a lot.

But there is no one here anymore.

"I don't know why. I thought of my dad."

In the audience, someone soon covered their face and couldn't help but speak.

What kind of deep love is this?

It's so heavy, it's hard to put into words.

But with deep regret.

This cello doesn't seem to be singing for itself, but rather it is holding a memorial ceremony for someone using its scars to give voice to their wounds.

Listening to this extremely profound music, many audiences couldn't help but feel sad along with it.

"I didn't expect that Bai Junze's music would be so much more stable."

“It’s like it’s been through sedimentation!”

"What did he go through? Did a relative pass away?"

"Although he's not as wanton as before, he still has the charm of a mature man!"

"Ahhh, what's going on? Why are everyone's performances completely different today?"

And with Bai Junze's cello, the curtain was about to fall.

Four-person ensemble, coming soon.

(End of this chapter)