Watching the sudden melancholy in Grandpa Fang's eyes, Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu both fell silent for a moment.
The reason for their silence was not only the faint sorrow and sadness they sensed in the old man's tone.
It was also because they had not understood.
Lin Tian had been able to understand at first.
That was, until the conversation turned to dreams.
Lin Tian could relate to that deeply.
Yes, even now, there were still many young musicians who might possess extraordinary talent.
They might be brimming with passion, perhaps even possessing abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.
Yet in the end, they still failed to carry their dreams through.
After all, dreams alone could not put food on the table.
Either they became like ordinary music-school graduates, taking commercial gigs, running tutoring classes, or working for training institutions, continuing to make use of their musical skills. But in essence, they had already strayed far from their dreams.
Or they switched careers early and sought another way out.
Zhang Dong was a perfect example.
A classically trained violinist, he possessed talent beyond that of ordinary people. He had competed professionally and had once been a bona fide professional violinist.
But in the end, after the brutal competition, he retired and switched careers, becoming a streamer and posting his performance videos online.
Although he was doing quite well on Bilibili now, that was merely survivor bias—an extreme exception.
Besides, who was to say Zhang Dong did not have dreams of becoming a violinist himself?
Lin Tian had heard that Zhang Dong had recently been actively preparing for competitions, getting ready to return to the stage. Lin Tian did not know much about it and had only heard scattered bits online.
From that perspective, Lin Tian greatly admired