Coleman clenched his fists and straightened his back.
He is very nervous.
Every pore in his body was screaming out his unwillingness! But in the end, he nodded gently and said, "Okay."
Song Ci tentatively reached out towards Coleman's hand, and just as she got close to Coleman's fingers, she found that Coleman frowned uncomfortably.
She waited until Coleman got used to it, then she opened her five fingers and tapped the back of Coleman's hand gently with her fingertips, as if she was playing the piano.
Kleinman didn't understand what she was doing at first, but soon he relaxed, closed his eyes, and hummed the same tune as the music played by Song Ci.
Soon, Coleman's emotions completely calmed down.
Song Ci stopped hammering and told Coleman loudly, "Colleman, your piano is in your house. You only need to walk a few steps back to touch it."
"It's right there, and it will never leave you. Coleman, even though you can't see it anymore, you've been with the piano all your life, and it's been engraved in your heart."
"Even if you can't see it anymore, you can still move your hands, so you can get to know it again. It's your friend, and it will definitely fall in love with you soon."
Coleman followed Song Ci's words and thought about that possibility. He didn't know what he thought of, but he smiled. "You're right. As long as my fingers can move, I shouldn't give up."
From this moment on, Coleman regarded Song Ci as his confidant, and she could understand his heart.
Seeing the glow on Coleman's face again, Song Ci felt happy too.
She said to Coleman, "Coleman, I'd like to invite you to accompany me at the Queen Elizabeth violin final in three months." Song Ci was very confident of reaching the finals, and she had already been considering who would accompany her. After meeting Coleman today, she finally had a choice in mind.
Coleman was a little surprised, "You want to invite me to the final?" In his current state, Song Ci still wants to invite him?
"Yes." Song Ci wanted to give Coleman more motivation and pressure. After thinking for a moment, she said, "My mother must have wanted to win the Queen Elizabeth Award back then, but unfortunately she didn't have the chance. Coleman, are you willing to accompany me to win the Queen Elizabeth Award?"
When Coleman thought of Jiang Shiyu, his heart was suddenly filled with fighting spirit.
Fight for her!
"good!"
Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief after receiving Coleman's affirmative answer. "Okay, see you in three months!"
Kleinman took a sip of his coffee, then thought of something and said slowly, "Before, you asked me if your uncle had given up playing the piano."
"Ah." Song Ci had forgotten all about this. When she heard Coleman mention Jiang Shifeng again, she hurriedly said, "Yes, I think if Jiang Shifeng had been playing the piano all the time, based on his level, he should have been a piano master long ago. But I have never heard of his name."
Kleiman kept stirring the coffee with a spoon. Even though the sugar cubes had melted long ago, he still didn't stop.
When he stirred the coffee, the spoon would make a harsh sound at the bottom of the cup, which made Han Zhan's bones feel uncomfortable. Han Zhan said to Song Ci, "You guys chat, I'm going to go out for some fresh air."
Song Ci suppressed her laughter and nodded.
It's really hard for ordinary people to get along well with someone like Coleman.
Coleman didn't notice Han Zhan was gone; he was still stirring his coffee. Song Ci stared at Han Zhan's departing figure when she heard Coleman suddenly say, "Twenty years ago, your uncle was caught up in a theft scandal. He was framed and forced to break his knuckles. From then on, he could no longer play the piano."
Hearing this, Song Ci widened his eyes in shock, "Broken knuckles? What on earth is going on?" How much hatred must one have for someone to be so cruel as to break a pianist's knuckles!
That completely cut off Jiang Shifeng's dream!
"That's not something I can talk about." Coleman didn't want to talk about his old friend's pain, so he kept silent. He was autistic, and when he didn't want to talk, no one could force him. If they pushed him too hard, he would go crazy.
Song Ci also knew that she couldn't force Coleman, so she didn't ask any more questions.
After sitting with Coleman for a while, Song Ci stood up and said goodbye.
The assistant saw Song Ci off.
Standing beside the flowers in front of the door, the assistant told Song Ci: "Cherry, Mr. Song is very happy today. Your words have made him regain hope in piano. Thank you so much."
Hearing this, Song Ci still couldn't really let go of her worries. She was worried that after she left, Coleman would still be upset and do something stupid, so she decided to stay in the old city for a few more days. "I'll stay here for a few more days. If it's convenient, I can come and chat with him every day."
Hearing this, the assistant was overjoyed, "That's great."
Han Zhan also agreed with Song Ci's decision, and they stayed in a nearby hotel. The next day, when Song Ci went to accompany Coleman again, Han Zhan did not follow her.
He was sure that Coleman had no love for Song Ci, but only the feelings of an elder for a younger person. If he continued to follow Song Ci, it would seem petty.
At noon on the third day, Song Ci had lunch with Han Zhan, and then went to a dessert shop to buy a box of macarons. She walked to Kleinman's house, and before she entered the house, she heard a man's voice.
The man spoke English with a London accent. He was telling Coleman the plot of a movie. Although his voice was loud, he still sounded very educated.
A look of doubt appeared on Song Ci's face.
Who is this?
Song Ci walked into the house with a dessert box and saw a strange man standing next to Coleman's piano.
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