My girlfriend is a cellist

Chapter 415: The Lonely Forward

In a rehabilitation center in Baijing City.

In the evening after dinner.

In the backyard.

A piece of beautiful music attracted many patients to watch. Many elderly people and medical staff who were taking a walk could not help but stop after hearing the music.

Everyone stood under the willow tree, watching the performance in front of them, with expressions of appreciation and joy on their faces.

In the center of the yard,

Gan Yanyu played the cello with deep emotion.

Lin Tian stood not far away, holding Gan Hua's wheelchair handle.

"Yu'er's performance is now completely different from before."

Gan Hua murmured with a look of relief.

Although this was not the first time he had seen Gan Yanyu perform after waking up, he would still be amazed by Gan Yanyu every time.

Until now, he still couldn't believe that Gan Yanyu had made such progress in just one year.

"What's the name of this piece?"

Gan Hua turned his head and looked at Lin Tian.

“Prelude in C major.”

Lin Tian said.

“What a beautiful rhythm.”

As Gan Hua spoke, he raised his hand and couldn't help but make a cello-playing gesture in the air, gently swaying his body to the melody.

Lin Tian looked at this scene and was slightly surprised.

Then, Gan Hua put down his hands, lowered his head slightly, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"How about it?"

Lin Tian asked,

"Did Yan Yu find the 'sense of awe' you mentioned in her performance?"

"Is this why you came to see me tonight? You can't wait to show me the results?"

Gan Hua smiled, a trace of disdain flashed across his face.
"Brat, if it was so easy for you to find it, how could I say it was the last obstacle before you go to the Cole Cup."

"So I'm not here to learn from you."

Lin Tian immediately smiled and pinched the old man's shoulders with both hands.

As a result, due to excessive exertion, Mr. Gan, who had not yet recovered, immediately let out a wail:
"It hurts! Let go!"

Lin Tian put his hand away with a wicked smile.

"Your hand strength wasn't this great before. How could it have increased so much in just one year of playing the piano?"

Gan Hua rubbed his shoulders and asked in confusion.

"After playing the piano for a long time, the intensity has indeed increased."

Lin Tian said.

Actually, this has something to do with his piano playing.

But the more important reason is that he had improved his physical strength once in the system, which improved his overall physical fitness.

That is to say, Uncle Gan didn't have the chance to feel Lin Tian's strength, otherwise he would definitely be even more surprised.

But it's okay,

What Grandpa Gan didn't have the chance to experience, his granddaughter will make up for it.

When the time comes, let Gan Yanyu describe it in detail to Uncle Gan. Uncle will definitely be very happy to hear it.

As Lin Tian was thinking this, Uncle Gan suddenly raised his hand and hit him on the head again.

"Don't be distracted, I'm talking to you."

"Good good."

Lin Tian is a very honest person.

Only Mr. Gan would dare to do this to Lin Tian. If it were someone else, Lin Tian would have detected him by now.

There's really nothing we can do about it.

He is not only Lin Tian's uncle, but also the grandfather of Lin Tian's future wife.

With a dual identity, even someone as strong-willed as Lin Tian has to humble himself.

“What I want to tell you is.”

Gan Hua raised his head and continued to look at Gan Yanyu who was playing. His expression suddenly calmed down.
“The weight of music is not something you can understand if I tell you a few theories or truths.”

"He needs you to experience it yourself. The day you experience it yourself, you will be ready to compete in the world."

Listening to Gan Hua's words, Lin Tian remained silent.

At this time, Gan Yanyu's performance came to an end.

The patients and medical staff who were watching applauded. Most of the patients were elderly. Compared with young people, the elderly seemed to prefer such pure classical music performances.

"thank you all!"

Gan Yanyu had a bright smile on his face and bowed to the old people from every direction.

This lively and well-behaved image made all the elderly people smile.

"What a nice girl! I wish she was my granddaughter."

"I wanted to introduce him to my grandson, but then I realized that my grandson is not worthy."

"What a smart kid, and sensible."

"I wish it was my daughter!"

The yard was full of joy, with everyone discussing things half-jokingly.

The old people don’t know what a cellist is, nor do they know what moonlight and cats are.

However, the 19-year-old girl in front of them made them fully feel what their dream daughter looked like.

now,

Gan Hua's eyes were filled with pride and pride when he looked at Gan Yanyu.

He seemed to be talking to Lin Tian, ​​but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Look, this is my granddaughter."

"She will surely shock the world at the Cole Cup and become the best cellist."

"Most definitely."

Just at this time.

Lin Tian took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Uncle, do you regret participating in the Cole Cup that year?"

As soon as this word comes out,
Gan Hua, who was sitting in a wheelchair, froze for a moment.

Lin Tian stood behind the wheelchair and could not see Uncle Gan’s expression.

But from the calmness of the wheelchair handle that did not move, I had a vague idea of ​​the answer in my heart.

"In fact, the 'weight' you mentioned has become a burden to you when you get to the competition venue, right?"

Lin Tian mustered up his courage and spoke out almost bluntly.

“The so-called weight is not just the weight of classical music, but also the weight of all the responsibilities that we shoulder.”

Lin Tian boldly verified his guess.

“You must win, you must win. Even if you realize your own powerlessness, even if you know you may not win this game, you still have to pick up the bow and continue playing in despair.”

"And when the result really came, Senior, did you regret it?"

Lin Tian said calmly, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Constantly emphasizing the responsibilities he shoulders.

Dreaming of making classical music stand at the top of the world again.

Once you truly stand on the stage of the World Championship, there is no turning back.

Countless pairs of eyes had already been roasting Gan Hua on the fire.

I lost the competition there, and I haven't played the cello for 16 years.

Is it really because “I lost the game and my moral determination collapsed”?

What if we knew from the beginning that this was a game that could not be won?

When you stand in the golden hall that musicians dream of, playing classical music, and feel the cold eyes of the judges and the silence of the audience.

You already have the answer in your heart, right?

"."

If all this is true.

Whether the so-called drugging incident is true or false seems to no longer be important.

Regardless of whether Mr. Gan was really drugged.

Nothing can be changed. That bottle of medicine that "changed the world line" is simply a false proposition.

It wasn’t because of this bottle of “medicine” that changed the world.

But because,

The world is about to change.
Countless people who still have hope and are unwilling to admit that they have lost everything need a bottle of such "medicine" to comfort their desperate hearts that are like dead leaves.

All of this is Lin Tian’s guess.

After chatting with Gao Zhenyang, he still had some doubts in his heart.

And after meeting that fan by the river, Lin Tian gradually confirmed his inner guess.

If all this is true, then Gan Yanyu shouldn't bear too much of the so-called weight. Otherwise, it will definitely happen again.
"I do not regret."

As soon as Gan Hua's voice came out, Lin Tian was stunned.

“I have never regretted participating in the Kerr Cup that year.”

When Gan Hua said this, Gan Yanyu, who happened to be walking over, heard it. For a moment, the girl was stunned where she was.

"Lin Tian, ​​you are right about one thing."

Gan Hua raised his head, a trace of bitterness on his face.
"I am really in a bind."

"It's just that it's not just the responsibility of a dream, it's not just as simple as a dream."

More than just a dream?
Lin Tian was somewhat puzzled. Weren't they a group of musicians who went against the tide to pursue their dreams? That's why there were so many stories.

suddenly,

Lin Tian saw it in surprise.

The old man in front of him raised his wrinkled hands and covered his face.

"Fang Ziqing, Zhao Jianli, and Li Shangwen."

"Guo Yong, Chen Jianguo, Yu Xiangqian"

"Wait, wait a minute."

Lin Tian was a little confused. "Uncle, what are you talking about? Who are these people?"

“Old friends who used to play with me.”

"From the orchestra?"

Lin Tian was a little stunned.

Gan Hua did not explain, but just recited all the names silently.

Then, he let go of his hand, turned around, and looked at Lin Tian.
"Some are my opponents, and some are my comrades."

Gan Hua paused and said calmly,
"I'm the only one left."

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu were both stunned.

The old man raised his head and looked at the night sky.

The stars are twinkling, and the rustling sound of the evening breeze on the leaves can be heard.

Memories, wound up.

That year, the International Music Federation was just preparing to change the competition system.

Gan Hua, who was in his forties and already a man of honor, felt a deep sense of crisis for the first time in Tuoba Jianhui's orchestra along with his comrades.

For everyone, classical music is not only their lifelong passion, but also their livelihood.

Some performers have played classical music all their lives, but now they are asked to change their style and cannot compete with the young people. Their music is no longer loved by young people and they are gradually becoming marginalized on the stage.

In that era, being a common performer was a job that meant you could barely make ends meet.

In order to uphold the classical music they love, and more importantly, to protect their jobs.

The group crowdfunded their life savings and started a world tour.

Wherever they went, they tried hard to perform and expand the influence of classical music, but with little success. At the same time, people continued to leave the orchestra.

"I'm sorry! Lao Gan, my family only has this much savings. If you continue like this, I'll spend it all! I really can't hold on any longer!"

"Captain, I have a wife and children. My family has found me a job as a middle school music teacher. I can ignore myself, but I can't ignore my family. Sorry! I'm leaving first!"

"There is a newspaper company that is willing to take me in. Lao Gan, wuwu, yes. I'm sorry, I really want to continue playing. But, wuwu, please take my share and keep going."

"I failed to become a musician that the world would remember me. Lao Gan, I believe in you. You can definitely take our hopes and climb to the highest peak. Please, please."

Finally one day

54-year-old Gan Hua finally stopped and found Tuoba Jianhui.

"I'm leaving the band."

Tuoba Jianhui was surprised and asked, "You too."

"There's no point in touring, we can't change anything."

Gan Hua said calmly,
“I’m going to compete in the Cole Cup and win it with classical music.”

"But you have to start from the city level, and in the current league, the oldest player is only 35 years old. You can't beat the young people nowadays."

"This is my last chance."

Gan Hua interrupted Tuoba Jianhui and said.

"Let my old bones burn one last time."

A year's time.

Gan Hua won the Starlight Cup, Parrot Qin Cup and Dragon Qin Cup championships, and represented China in the Kerr Cup.

At the departure ceremony to Vienna.

Everyone is here.

Some of the old friends who once performed on stage with Gan Hua now wore company uniforms, while others wore suits and ties with big bellies. They no longer looked like musicians, but rather like workingmen.

Gan Hua toasted everyone at the table with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Gan Hua suddenly discovered that Guo Yong, the cellist with whom he had a very close relationship, was missing.

Gan Hua only knew that after he passed away, he returned to his hometown town and worked as a clerk at a TV station, and there was no news of him since then.

I found out after asking around.

Guo Yong passed away two years ago from advanced liver cancer. His family did not make it public and simply buried him hastily in his hometown.

Gan Hua was stunned for a long time.

Guo Yong, the cellist who once played the most beautiful chords and studied the structure of classical music even better than himself, and who liked to talk about it endlessly.

Finally, in this way, in a place where no one cared, I left this world and no one knew.

that moment,
Gan Hua suddenly began to think.

——Without the cello, what will I have left?

He felt as if his body was bound up with countless bandages, and every step forward was extremely difficult.

During the rest of the dinner,
What echoed most in Gan Hua's ears was:
"Go on for me."

“Please take my share.”

Gan Hua looked at the night sky. The memories of 16 years ago have now disappeared into the sky like the stars. He didn't know when he would see them again.

But, it still flickers, flickering somewhere among the stars.

"In fact, I can't tell whether these bandages wrapped around my body are pressure or motivation for me to move forward. I just keep moving forward."

Gan Hua lowered his head and looked at Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu in front of him.
"But they will not disappear just because you can't tell them apart. They are always there. You will eventually notice them."

"It's up to you how you view them."

(End of this chapter)