What a coincidence—on the streets of Beijing, no less, and he was even using a cello.
At that moment, amid the cheerful atmosphere of the crowd enjoying the spectacle,
only Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu could see just how terrifying the seemingly unserious, disheveled musician's casual performance truly was.
The most outrageous part
was the man's radical reinterpretation of "What a Beautiful Violet."
A musical rearrangement of that level was not something an ordinary music enthusiast could casually pull off.
It required not only immense proficiency with the instrument, but also an exceptionally deep understanding of music.
If nothing else, he had to be a professional musician, right?
Lin Tian looked at the man. Yet with that outfit and those words and actions that made him seem a little mentally unstable, he did not look remotely like a professional cellist.
Lin Tian truly did not want to admit it!
If that really was the case, Lin Tian wanted to ask Gan Yan Yu something.
Did cellists also have different sects? Was this man from the legendary Ancient Tomb Sect? At least then Lin Tian could draw a clear line between himself and this guy.
"..."
After the man's performance, which was practically like holding a funeral in the restaurant,
the bald owner finally could not take it anymore.
The fact that he had endured listening to the cello for this long already proved that he had quite a good temper.
He called over another employee from the restaurant and strode straight up to the man, ready to teach this lunatic who had skipped out on the bill a lesson.
"Son of a bitch, I'll ask you one more time. Do you have money or not?"
"If you keep this up, I can only invite you to have a little