Chapter 53
She sat in front of the grand piano, her brow still childish, but calm, more calm than a girl of her age.
The heart, gripped by an invisible hand, cannot relax at all.
Qin Yumin wanted to know how much Lin Mian had grown to the point where she could win one award after another and constantly refresh everyone's cognition.
Will the person who once scared him become even scarier now?
Without a moment's hesitation, or even a deep breath, Lin Mian's fingers fell on the keys, as naturally as drinking water, without any artificial pause.
It is clear, crisp like rolling pearls, so light that it makes people feel like walking on the clouds. The music in the ears clears the sorrow in the brain, and makes people tremble gently with the music.
Every note seemed to be pumped out without thinking, yet so perfect, with such superb technique that one could not find any points to deduct.
The ability to control with ease was what Qin Yumin had always wanted to achieve, but it was easily achieved by Lin Mian.
Under her fingers, complex melodies are no longer difficult or obscure, but rather free and full of vitality. The most complex techniques are completely melted into the baton she wields, serving the pure music itself.
The craftsmanship that many people cannot avoid disappeared under her hands, and the spirituality burning like a blazing fire came to the fore.
Qin Yumin subconsciously glanced at the judges, whose expressions were completely different from the appreciation and approval they showed when he played before.
The forward leaning posture was so obvious, and the expression of being obsessed with music could not be restrained at all.
Is this the gap between them?
He should know it without needing to see other people's reactions.
Qin Yumin's soul was trembling.
I tremble deeply for her music, her talent, and her growth.
While he was growing up, she had already taken root in the earth, becoming a towering tree. She was the mountain he could not cross, and the music from her fingertips was the most effective counterattack to break his complacency.
But she is Lin Mian, someone who should not be suspicious of anything she does.
Didn't he know from the beginning that no matter how hard he tried to catch up, he could only watch the distance between them grow wider and wider, and the chasm between them would only become deeper and deeper.
He would only be left far behind by her and was not worth her even looking back.
When the last note fell, only silence remained in the hall.
A silence longer and more stagnant than before.
The judges, having regained their senses, applauded vigorously, expressing their disbelief and finally understanding why she was able to go abroad and give solo recitals at such a young age.
In the audience, Qin Zhiping couldn't remain calm, his eyes fixed on the girl on the stage.
He had known this girl for a long, long time, since his son lost and came in second.
His advice to Qin Yumin was to learn from her and then surpass her.
And now, he finally understood why Qin Yumin was chasing him so desperately.
With such a level, how could one possibly surpass her by just learning and imitating?
Such talent, such strength, felt so heavy under his contempt.
It was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
It turns out that the person his son has been chasing and always wanted to surpass is actually such a person?
Didn't all his encouragement and sarcasm at that time become thorns that would never be removed and pierced Qin Yumin's heart?
If, if... if he had known earlier that she was such a person, Qin Zhiping would never have allowed Qin Yumin to contact Lin Mian.
His son was undoubtedly a genius, but when someone who had been praised since childhood encountered a towering tree that blocked his eyes, it was not difficult to understand why he would self-destruct.
No matter how much Qin Zhiping hopes to surpass his teacher, he still loves Qin Yumin.
He can remember everything from his childhood as a tiny ball, to his first steps, to the happy expression on his face when he pressed the piano keys for the first time.
What blinded his eyes?
Reluctance overwhelmed his love for his child. What he wanted was for Qin Yumin to be able to take every step he arranged. Before Qin Yumin met his inner standards, he could only travel around the country. This was what he always thought was the best way for his son.
He used to think that he was protecting Qin Yumin. If he realized the gap between himself and more talented people too early, his piano career might be interrupted.
But he didn't expect that Qin Yumin was much stronger than he thought.
Lin Mian was a variable he had not expected. He had never thought that such a talented child would appear in the country, nor had he expected that Qin Yumin would encounter such a situation so early.
Times have changed.
Sticking to the old ways will only make you be laughed at by young people, Qin Zhiping said with a self-deprecating laugh.
He applauded Lin Mian and his son.
Qin Yumin was no longer the little girl in his eyes who would cry after practicing the piano for a long time, but a boy who would not cry even when in pain.
“You’re amazing.”
When Lin Mian walked off the stage, Qin Yumin, who was standing behind the curtain, took Lin Mian's hand and praised her.
Lin Mian was a little surprised, but this was not the place to talk, so she let the other party pull her away.
Looking at the tall figure in front of him, Lin Mian began to lose his focus.
Is he willing to pay attention to her?
She thought he was never going to speak to her again in his life. What made him change his mind?
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
Lin Mian came back to her senses and saw the other person looking at her with raised eyebrows, and a healthy blush on his overly thin cheeks.
"I've been listening."
She is very good at coaxing people when she wants to, and some things will not change with the passage of time.
Of course Qin Yumin knew that she didn't listen at all, so he pursed his lips and repeated what he said.
"I said, can you give me your contact information? You don't live in Shanghai, right? Then can I come to see you when you are free?"
He spoke in a lower voice and looked extremely insecure.
Lin Mian held Qin Yumin's hand and asked, "Are we still friends now?"
"Of course, idiot."
Lin Mian's eyes lit up, and he told Qin Yumin his phone number and home address, and he almost told her his bank account number.
He wrote it down carefully and put the hard-earned note carefully in his suit pocket.
He would call her number over and over again, once, twice... countless times.
He will always remember to water this re-flowering potted plant.
The final result was no surprise. In the last game before promotion, Qin Yumin failed to win the championship again.
But the person who won the championship was his friend whom he had been thinking about for five years.
Qin Yumin had no regrets. The next time he would compete in the same group would have to wait several years, but at least this time he knew the gap between them. He would continue to run forward without hesitation and not let himself be left too far behind by her.
Facing his father's belated apology, Qin Yumin shook his head and said with a smile, "Dad, you know how strong I am now. I'm not a child anymore. Please let me continue on this path. I will continue to pursue her. This is my luck."
He was lucky to have an opponent to chase.
As long as he followed her path, even if he couldn't catch up with her, she would still be able to see him when she wanted to stop and look back.
Looking at the trophy, Li Zhiyuan said a series of words praising Lin Mian.
Lin Mian didn't expect that her teacher would be so happy because she won this award, which was not as valuable as the ones she had won before.
“Is there anything special about this award?”
Just like when he was a child, Lin Mian would still ask directly when he had questions.
"No, it's nothing special."
The action of carefully wiping the trophy was completely inconsistent with these words.
But everyone has their own secrets, and Lin Mian chose to leave the trophy at Li Zhiyuan's house.
She has always been generous.
After Lin Mian left, Li Zhiyuan carefully placed the trophy on the highest shelf in the study.
In fact, it’s time to let it go, right?
They have become friends now, and there is no need for the next generation to continue this paranoid relationship.
Recalling the happy scene he saw when he went to see Lin Mian today, Li Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief.
He was the only one who was paranoid, and this trophy put an end to his paranoia.
Lin Mian worked almost non-stop and arrived at the training location without much rest.
In fact, she was the last one to arrive and had missed a lot of classes.
But Li Wen had already made preparations. He prepared two copies of all the information and handed them to Lin Mian with such calmness that it didn't look like he had to stay up late every night to copy notes for her.
The notes that Lin Mian got were copied by Li Wen with the utmost care. Every word was written with such force that one could feel the depressions of the words on the paper when he put his fingers on them.
"Li Wen, thank you for helping me a lot. I'll treat you to a meal after the training camp is over."
"No, I just want to remember it again. Don't feel burdened."
He just didn't want her to miss out on the generous teaching of these famous teachers, otherwise it would be a shame if she encountered similar questions in the exam and couldn't solve them because she missed the class.
"No, you've helped me a lot. If you have any questions, just come to me. I'll definitely help you if I can solve them."
What? Does she know what she's talking about?
How can he make such a promise so casually? What he did was nothing. He is such a fool.
However, Li Wen was delighted to hear Lin Mian cherish the fruits of his labor like this, and the red stain on his fair ears exposed him.
He was really looking forward to taking classes with her next time.
It's like a dream.
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