"Yanyu, you must think this through carefully. Attaining the highest honor in cello is not an easy task."
Mr. Wan continued to speak to Gan Yanyu, "For you, there might be better paths available; there's no need to exhaust your energy on these music competitions."
"Mr. Wan, this is my choice, whether for myself or for grandpa."
Only this topic.
Gan Yanyu always insisted on this viewpoint calmly and seriously.
As a musician, there are many ways to become famous, maybe, you don't necessarily need any music competition to prove yourself.
But, to reach the summit, to get recognition for oneself, one's country, and one's beloved music from everyone.
Only through competitions.
"..."
Hearing this, Mr. Wan sighed helplessly.
Looking at the reflection in the water glass, it was hard to say whether he felt relief or sorrow.
He thought to himself: Old Hua, your granddaughter, is really just like you…
