Chapter 98 This piano must not be touched by outsiders, especially you.

Fang Ke and Fang Yiling walked around the garden, crossed the small bridge, and circled most of the artificial lake before they could vaguely see a building that resembled a flower hall. Fang Ke gained a new understanding of the Fang family's wealth and was utterly astonished.

But after passing through the purple grape trellis and the corridor built of weft yarn, one is led to a side hall of a flower room.

This place is clearly not the flower hall where the banquet was held today. Although it is also luxuriously furnished and spotless, there is almost no one here.

From afar, all you could see was a grand piano placed in a corner near the floor-to-ceiling window, while outside the window were vibrant flowers and green plants in all colors. White gauze curtains fluttered in front of the three-meter-high floor-to-ceiling window, and everything looked like something out of a fairy tale.

Fang Yiling walked over and stopped in front of the piano. He suddenly looked at Fang Ke and asked, "Can you play the piano?"

Fang Ke raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I could?"

Fang Yiling pursed her lips, her eyes suddenly softening slightly. "Could you play the piano for me?"

Fang Ke was stared at by his pleading eyes, unable to utter a single "no."

She walked over, saw the badge on the piano, opened the lid and pressed a few keys casually, exclaiming sincerely, "What a fine piano!"

Fang Yiling nodded, "It's a fine instrument, but it's been neglected for several years and no one has played it in a long time, though someone cleans it every day."

Fang Ke pressed a few more keys to test the pitch. Her long, slender, white fingers danced across the black and white keycaps, a truly beautiful sight.

Seeing the beautiful instrument, Fang Ke couldn't resist trying it herself. She said, "Then I'll accept it without hesitation."

He then sat down and asked Fang Yiling, "What kind of music would you like to hear?"

A glint of light flickered in Fang Yiling's eyes as he lowered his gaze and asked, "Can you play 'Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence'?"

Fang Ke was surprised, "You have pretty good taste, kid. You actually like Ryuichi Sakamoto. You have good taste. Not bad. Then I'll play 'Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence' for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Ke's fingertips began to dance across the piano. This piano piece, which had once moved and influenced a generation, was also her favorite.

Fang Ke felt that the first half of this piece of music was like a tranquil breeze, stars in the night, footprints covered in snow, gold foil cast by the setting sun, and shimmering waves reflected in the lake.

The latter half, however, is like a strong wind howling in, a dazzling firework exploding in the night, people running towards freedom in the snow, and the whole world filled with flowers.

As she played, she became immersed in the music, playing with both hands with complete focus and abandon, even closing her eyes to quietly enjoy the music.

In this space, she seems to be able to communicate with herself in a distant time and space through music.

Fang Ke was unaware that, at some point, a crowd had gathered behind her. Everyone was shocked and amazed, covering their mouths and standing there listening intently. Some guests even couldn't resist taking pictures of this beautiful scene.

Right in front of her, the eccentric and sullen little boy was now in tears.

Fang Yiling seemed to see herself, a small child, lying on the ground under the starry sky with the girl, a gentle breeze caressing their faces, and a sliver of light rising in the east.

Then suddenly a dazzling firework exploded in the sky. The girl excitedly got up and ran after the firework. He followed behind with his short legs, initially happy too, high-fiving the whistling wind, his feet leaving a trail of flowers in his wake.

But as he chased after the man, he grew increasingly panicked, because the man's figure was gradually disappearing...

The piano music stopped abruptly, and Fang Ke opened his eyes, smiling as he said, "Merry Christmas in advance, Mr. Fang Yiling."

Then she saw Fang Yiling staring blankly at her, her eyes blurred with tears, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"..."

Fang Ke was stunned. Why?! No matter how well she played, there was no need to get so excited!

Fang Ke quickly stood up, looked around, and tried to find a tissue to wipe him.

When she turned around, she found Mrs. Fang, Fang Yefan, Yi Mohan, Su Yao, and Fang Manman standing behind her...

Almost all the main characters of the day were present, and they all looked at her with different expressions.

Fang Ke: "…………"

Are you messing with me?

Fang Ke saw a well-dressed lady wiping away tears with a tissue, and she went up to her and borrowed one.

The noblewoman sobbed, “Miss, you played so well! I couldn’t help but shed tears after listening for only a short while. I felt that the music was full of genuine emotion. May I ask if this is a piece you composed yourself? What is it called? It’s so moving.”

Fang Ke's knees buckled, and he quickly said, "This is a piece by Professor Ryuichi Sakamoto, whom I admire. I don't have such talent. You flatter me, Madam!"

The group looked at each other, seemingly having never heard of this teacher before, and were all discussing who Sakamoto Ryuichi was.

Fang Ke was almost speechless and immediately turned to look at Fang Yiling.

Fang Yiling took out a pack of tissues from her schoolbag and turned around to wipe her face.

Fang Ke: "..."

Ignoring everyone else, Fang Ke stepped forward, grabbed the person, shook their shoulders violently, and demanded, "Tell me! How do you know this piece of music? Tell me!"

Judging from the reactions of others, it seems that this master has not yet appeared in this world. So how did Fang Yiling know about this piece of music?

Upon closer examination, the fear became palpable, and various speculations arose.

Little B: "Host, I've checked. Fang Yiling is definitely a native. She doesn't have any trace of a transmigrator."

Fang Ke: ...

"You've suddenly become quite proactive today."

Little B chuckled and immediately disappeared.

"Since they are not time travelers, they may have come into contact with time travelers."

Fang Ke narrowed her long eyes. She felt that this world was becoming more and more interesting. Every day she unlocked new characters and every day she opened a blind box and found a miracle.

Damn it, how many time travelers are there?!

Fang Yiling had calmed down and walked over to her, saying, "Thank you, it sounded great."

After he finished speaking, everyone seemed to realize what was happening and applauded Fang Ke wildly, even asking her to sing another song.

Fang Ke was not embarrassed, but she accepted the applause with a polite smile. She looked at the main group of people, coughed, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Thank you all for your support. I'm sorry for making a fool of myself. Those of you who can understand the applause must have superb artistic taste. I wish you all happiness every day."

Fang Yefan, Yi Mohan, and the others who didn't applaud: "..."

At this moment, someone in the crowd said, "Miss Fang Manman, weren't you going to perform a piano piece for us? With such outstanding performances before you, the pressure is on you now, hahaha."

Fang Manman: "..."

Fang Manman wanted nothing more than to tear this talkative person's mouth apart. What was with all this talk of literary works and past masterpieces? She couldn't understand it!

All she knew was that her piano skills, honed over a year, were no match for Fang Ke's. Fang Ke had deliberately shown off in front of everyone, putting her in a very difficult position, where she would be laughed at whether she performed or not.

"Fang Ke, did you do this on purpose?!"

Fang Manman rushed forward, pointed at her, and scolded, "What are you showing off at someone else's house? Do you think you're so great? Don't you know any rules? This piano is not for outsiders to touch. Can you afford to pay for it if you break it!"

Yan Xinyi closed her eyes in patience, just about to call someone to take Fang Manman away.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yiling, who had always kept a low profile, spoke. The young man's voice was like the wind and snow piercing through the valley, and his eyes were clear, as if he could see right through her.

“You’re right, this piano shouldn’t be touched by outsiders, especially you.”