Lin Tian stood where he was, as if he had been frozen by a spell.
He tilted his head back and stared blankly at the girl who, under the eyes of the entire world, was playing a "love letter" for him alone. His eyes instantly reddened. He bit down on his lower lip to keep the surging emotion from turning into sound.
Where had this girl learned composition?
Lin Tian could not help but smile.
In front of the television,
Gan Hua burst into tears at the sight.
His mind quickly returned to that night.
Time rewound several months.
When Gan Yan Yu was confirmed as the second seed representing China in the Ke'er Cup, everyone called that very day to congratulate her.
Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu went together to Gan Hua's rehabilitation hospital and shared the joy with Grandpa Gan. It was then that Grandpa Gan first spoke to Lin Tian about the concept of "the weight of music."
As they were leaving, Gan Yan Yu told Lin Tian to go on ahead.
Then, watching his retreating back, the girl turned and asked her grandfather,
"Can you teach me composition?"
"You want to learn composition?"
Gan Hua was puzzled. He had raised Gan Yan Yu with his own hands and taught her everything he knew about the cello, yet he had never heard his youngest granddaughter express any interest in "composition."
Yan Yu had shown no interest in creating music for over a decade. Why did she suddenly want to compose?
"I want to... write a piece."
Gan Yan Yu held her little hands behind her back, and a uniquely girlish blush slowly spread across her cheeks.
"A piece... for Lin Tian," Gan Yan Yu said softly with her head lowered.
As though he had realized something