Coleman's health was obviously very bad, as Cecilio could describe it as "not good". Song Ci felt a pang of pain in her heart when she thought of poor Coleman. "What happened to him?"
"My ears are deaf and my eyes are going blind."
Song Ci's movement of stroking her abdomen suddenly froze.
As a pianist, ears, eyes, and fingers are the most important things to Kleinman. Can Kleinman bear the thought of losing his hearing and sight at the same time?
"I heard he attempted suicide last week, but was discovered by his assistant and rushed to the hospital in time." Cecilio broke his burning cigar in half, walked over to Song Ci with the half-smoked cigar, sat down, raised his hand and patted Song Ci's shoulder, and said, "If it weren't for our father, Coleman and our mother would have been a match made in heaven."
"Xiaoci, Coleman is autistic. No one can get into his heart, but he might be able to listen to a few of your words. If you want, you can go see him."
Whether Coleman was dead or alive made no difference to Cecilio. They had never even met or spoken a word.
But Cecilio knew the connection between Song Ci and Clayman, and that Edward discovered Song Ci's existence because she starred in Clayman's autobiography. The fact that Song Ci was recognized by Clayman showed that Clayman had a different attitude towards her.
Cecilio heard this from Count Ace. After Count Ace woke up, he looked completely different. Although he was still the crazy Count Ace, he had two more beloved things.
1. He fell in love with a woman.
2. He fell in love with the piano and regarded Kleemann as his lifelong idol.
Cecilio and Count Ace would occasionally get together, drink tea, and chat. The last time they met, Count Ace told Cecilio about how his idol, Coleman, almost died. Cecilio remembered it today and casually told Song Ci about it.
Thinking of Coleman's situation, Song Ci felt very uncomfortable. She asked, "Is Coleman still living in France now?"
"People with autism don't move easily." Coleman has no shortage of fame or money, but he always lives in the small house where he lives with his mother.
I have never moved in all these years.
Song Ci said, "I will go see him after the wedding."
"Who are you going to see?" Han Zhan's voice sounded at the other end of the camellia garden.
Song Ci and Cecilio looked up at the other end of the garden and saw a man standing under the streetlight, his figure proud and tall. Cecilio shook his head and laughed, saying, "The man who almost became your father-in-law is sick."
Han Zhan was puzzled when he heard this.
The man who almost became his father-in-law?
Who is that?
Cecilio stood up and left first. Han Zhan walked over to where Cecilio had been sitting and sat down next to Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci's dejected expression, he squeezed her hand and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
"Talking about Coleman."
Han Zhan suddenly understood.
It turned out that they were talking about his mother-in-law's first love, the man who almost became his father-in-law.
"What happened to Coleman?"
Song Ci told Han Zhan the truth about Coleman's condition: "deaf and blind."
"He is a piano master, and he is deaf and blind..." What will the consequences be? Han Zhan thought about it and felt it was fatal.
"Coleman tried to commit suicide last week." Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan's shoulder and said, "Coleman is autistic. He only loved three things in his life. One is the piano, the second is his biological mother, and the third is my mother. After my mother passed away, he never married again and never fell in love again."
"Now deaf and blind, unable to play the piano anymore, he naturally felt despair and torment. Kleinman, who could no longer play the piano, had lost the desire to live."
"Han Zhan." Song Ci looked up at him and had already made a decision. She said, "I have to go see him."
Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No."
"Why?" Song Ci didn't expect Han Zhan to disagree.
Han Zhan put his arm around her shoulders and said, "That old man is infatuated with your mother. Do you think a man like him would treat you like his daughter, or..." or his beloved woman?
Han Zhan couldn't figure out Clayman's thoughts, and he would never allow Song Ci to be with Clayman no matter what.
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "He doesn't have that kind of feelings for me."
"But I won't allow you to go with another man." The thirty-five-year-old Han Zhan turned into an eighteen-year-old boy at this moment, and his jealousy was unbearable.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan deeply for a moment before saying, "Then how about this? You come with me. We'll go see COCO tomorrow, and then go to France. You come with me to see Coleman. I'll be able to do things with him right under your nose, so you can rest assured, right?"
Han Zhan: "..."
"You." What else could he do but agree? "I came here with you on vacation, and you dragged me along to accompany an old man." Han Zhan complained, but in his heart he admired Song Ci even more.
He loves the affectionate and righteous appearance of Song Dynasty porcelain.
"I want to go to sleep." Song Ci wanted to get up, but Han Zhan grabbed her wrist again.
Song Ci lowered her head and asked Han Zhan, "Want to sit for a while?"
Han Zhan blinked at her and said, "Today is your birthday. You are 25 years old."
Hearing this, Song Ci quickly stretched out her right hand towards Han Zhan, "Where's the birthday present?"
Han Zhan smiled mysteriously and said, "Turn around."
Song Ci turned around quickly with anticipation.
Han Zhan began to count, and when he reached ten, he said, "You can turn around now."
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