âListen here, Yuan Yuan. You must look at the music score carefully and keep practicing; then youâll be able to play well. Just follow the music score and your musicianâs heart, and you should be able to play it perfectlyâŠâ
âYouâre not playing correctly again! How many times do I have to repeat myself? No sleep for you until you get it right! Itâs already written clearly on the music score, take a better look!â
Whenever Gu Yuan shuts his eyes, he would hear his late motherâs teachings, reminding him of his glorious, yet dark past.
âGu Yuan got the first place again⊠After all, his mother is a famous musician; it must be in his genes!â
âHis glasses were almost touching the music score, is he trying to cover up his wound?â
âHow does he play if he has to practice seven to eight hours per day? Not everyone can take that kind of stressâŠâ
âHe looked a machine! A humanoid metronome!
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Gu Yuan always hears those comments while he was young, but it never bothered him, because he took all that as nonsense. He had the perfect mother by his side, he was not afraid of anything, and he could keep playing the piano.
But at this moment, Gu Yuan was struggling with nervousness. As he read the music score, his fingers were shaking; he thought he should have spent more time practicing, so that he could play it by heart, because he was going to perform with a stranger, together!
What worried him the most was⊠he was performing with a reckless, improvising violinist!
After witnessing how Chu Luoxin performed during her last competition, he more or less knew what sort of musician she was. She never treated it as a competition in the first place, she would play the violin however she wanted to, as long as it pleased her!
Honestly, her style was completely different from Gu Yuan, because he had the nickname of the âHumanoid Metronome,â he was famous for being able to play note-by-note, precise, down to the last beat. He would never take any liberties with the piece, he would only get scolded by his mother if he does that.
As Gu Yuan was practicing nervously, âChu Luoxunâ appeared with her beautiful gown, âIâm ready! Letâs just dive in and see how it goes! Our rendition!â She beamed as she said those lines.
âThis is madness⊠I can never perform in such a condition!â Gu Yuan was struggling with the music score, trying to practice as much as he could.
âDo I look good in this dress? It was tailor-made for me!â Chu Luoxun was excited, since Gu Yuan had agreed to be her partner, she had become even more lively and energetic, she was grinning all the time.
âWe should just forfeit the competition; we will only embarrassing ourselvesâŠâ Gu Yuan still stared at the ground, mumbling to himself.
âChu Luoxunâ became angry when she realized that Gu Yuan was not paying attention to her, so she tugged at his necktie and gave him a good old headbutt. Of course, this was all written in a playful manner in the novelâŠ
âHowâs that? Have you calmed down?â Chu Luoxun said grumpily.
âWhat the heck are you doing!â Gu Yuan snapped, because he was still feeling nervous.
âChu Luoxunâ lowered her face down to Gu Yuan, foreheads almost touching, âLook at me! Lift your head up and look at me. Your head is always down, as if the musical notes have imprisoned you⊠Donât worry, I know you can do it, youâve been listening to that song for the whole afternoon, havenât you? The music sheet is just right in front of you too⊠We can do this!â
After saying that, âChu Luoxunâ revealed her brilliant smile once again, âMozart once told me from above the sky⊠Donât worry and carry on with your journey, do not be afraid of embarrassing yourself! Even if we do embarrass ourselves, weâll be in it together!â
Gu Yuan was staring at âChu Luoxunâsâ smiling face, and he felt his heart racing for no reason, as if he had just met this girl, the girl who had the blessing of a musical God.
At that moment, the competition staff came over, âNo.14, Miss Chu Luoxun, please get ready!â
âChu Luoxunâ smiled and grabbed Guy Yuanâs hand naturally, and jogged towards the stage. Gu Yuan looked at her beautiful long hair that gave out a sweet fragrance, her bare shoulder courtesy of her single strapped dress, it was such beautyâŠ
The strict teachings of his mother that had long taken thrall over him were replaced by a beautiful and shining sunlight, âChu Luoxun.â
âNaive and whimsical, just like a roller coaster, she always spins me silly, she doesnât even know where she was headingâŠâ Gu Yuan muttered to himself.
âYouâre⊠Freedom!â
âNo, Music is freedom,â as if she had heard Gu Yuanâs inner voice, âChu Luoxunâ turned her head toward Gu Yuan just before she went on stage, and she still had that dazzling smile on her face.
Itâs been awhile since Gu Yuan returned to the stage, and he had been dragged back to the stage by this girl, he had mixed emotion blossoming about
Everyone was waiting for their performance, because the theater was completely silent!
âWell, letâs carry on, shall we? Saint Saensâ waiting for us!â Chu Luoxun grabbed her violin and stepped forward on the stage elegantly.
Some of the audience members had noticed Gu Yuan, and some of them thought that he looked familiar, they were all guessing his identityâŠ
A famous judge was talking to himself, âIâve waited long enough, Chu Luoxun, eh? Hm, she changed her partner, a student? I feel like Iâve seen him from somewhere.â
Suddenly, someone said, âIsnât that accompaniment Gu Yuan?â
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âOh, thatâs Gu Yuan? I could barely recognize him after all these years. That genius pianist Gu Yuan, do both of them know each other? Why is he performing together with her?â The other judge seemed confused.
The famous judge who had high expectations on Chu Luoxun was thinking to himself, âAn uncoordinated combination of a natural and an artificial musician, what kind of performance will they bring out?â
Before âChu Luoxunâ performed, she closed her eyes and took a breath, âDieu de la musique, sâil vous plat coutez mon appel!â
Then, âChu Luoxunâ turned and nodded at Gu Yuan. After blinking at his face, she could not help herself but laughed at him, âYour expression is too stiff!â
âThis is for the genius violinist, Pablo de Sarasate, Saint Saensâ Overture and Rotary CapriceâŠâ Gu Yuan muttered to himself as he started performing.