Chapter 67: Gan Yan Yu Can’t Play This Piece (Seeking First Subscription) (Seeking Monthly Ticket)
What kind of emotions does this symphony created by Mozart in 1788 contain?
Let’s put it this way.
When Lin Tian listened to this piece, visions of Tao Nuo Mu Ka Na on a business trip with her annoying boss popped into his mind, only to be interrupted by a sudden downpour, forcing them to seek shelter from the rain.
That feeling of urgency, tension, heart-wrenching sorrow, mixed with excitement and anticipation was overwhelming.
Of course, seriously speaking.
Behind Symphony No. 40 lies a rather sad story.
At that time, Mozart’s wife was bedridden with illness, he didn’t have money for medicine, and his child was on the verge of starvation with no bread to eat.
Mozart first scribbled letters asking for loans rather than composing music on his sheet of paper.
In his letter to his wealthy friend, Puchberg, he wrote: “I firmly believe you are my true friend, and because you understand that I am an upright person, I confide my struggles to you and ask for your help.”
In the end, his friend could only provide a meager sum.
It was in this state of desperate pain that Mozart composed his last three works.
The G minor Symphony No. 40 is one of them.
In fact, all the adaptations and covers have failed to express the true emotions of this piece.
It contains Mozart’s tearful smile.
Through this piece, you can distinctly feel Mozart’s breath, sensing his soul’s loneliness as he muses, “Lost in the vastness of the world, tears streamed silently.”
With deep respect for this great musician, Lin Tian transcribed this piece.
Perhaps it was the influence of Gan Yan Yu, the classical music old-timer.
In the past, Lin Tian would just transfer the music without a second thought; what’s it to him if his buddy copied a few tunes?
But now, as he wrote these pieces, he couldn’t help but feel a bit lost and ashamed for not experiencing the lives of those musicians in person, knowing their vast sorrows reflected behind the notes.
Just like Gao Zhen Yang said.
You have to experience it, to resonate with it.
What Lin Tian can do is make these musicians’ compositions shine in this world.
And Lin Tian would strive alongside Gan Yan Yu to convey the true emotions and the essence the composers wished to express to everyone in the world.
Unbeknownst to him,
Lin Tian seems gradually to sense the heavy weight and unmatched charm behind the words “Classical Music.”
Of course, respect is respect.
The name needs to be changed.
Otherwise, when Symphony No. 40 is released, and someone asks you where the first 39 went,
How do you explain that!?
Lin Tian can’t possibly release all 40 pieces at once, right?
Symphony No. 40 has four movements; Lin Tian only wrote out the first one, so renaming it shouldn’t be a big deal.
After some thought, Lin Tian renamed it—
”G Minor ‘Pathétique’ Symphony.”
This way, it neither changes the piece’s original intent nor disrespects the great Mozart.
Once finished, Lin Tian took a satisfied glance.
Next, he just needed to wait for Gan Yan Yu to come over tomorrow.
After a tiring day, Lin Tian took a shower and flopped onto his bed.
So much had happened today—going to the music academy to perform in the morning, Gan Yan Yu falling ill in the afternoon, but thankfully it was nothing serious, and after a nap at her place, everything was fine.
Compared to what’s to come,
Lin Tian was now looking forward to the concert on Wednesday.
The next day.
Around noon, the doorbell at Lin Tian’s house rang exactly on time.
Lin Tian opened the door and found a young woman standing outside.
He was stunned.
“Who are you, gorgeous?”
“Ah.”
Upon hearing Lin Tian’s words, Gan Yan Yu touched her braided pigtails resting on her shoulders.
“Is it strange?”
Today’s look truly startled Lin Tian.
Talk about a contrast!
Usually radiating a cool, elegant vibe with her long dark hair, today it was styled in playful braided pigtails.
She wore a refreshing floral sundress with an unbuttoned white cardigan over it.
An unusual artsy feel, reminiscent of a cute neighbor who would spend weekends painting in the park.
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“If we’re talking strange…”
Lin Tian rubbed his chin and placed a hand on Gan Yan Yu’s head.
Round and petite, she was a head shorter than him.
Lin Tian felt like he was petting a kid.
“Wouldn’t a hairpin here look better?”
“I think so too, but I don’t have a suitable one.”
Gan Yan Yu’s cheeks flushed slightly, feeling that if they continued this line of conversation, it would shift towards something awkward, so she headed straight into Lin Tian’s house.
Once inside, she spotted the sheet music placed on the table.
“Is this the new piece?”
Gan Yan Yu exclaimed excitedly and quickly approached to pick it up.
Just then, Lin Tian’s phone rang.
After hanging up, he told Gan Yan Yu, “The instruments from the music store have arrived; I’ll grab them from downstairs, so just wait a moment.”
“Okay.”
“…”
“‘G Minor ‘Pathétique’ Symphony’?”
Gan Yan Yu read the name softly.
Then, she sat alone on the sofa, humming the sheet music.
“…”
As she hummed, the young lady suddenly fell silent.
Gradually, her heartbeat began to race.
Her pupils quivered.
Looking at the cello beside her, her hands couldn’t help but reach for it.
When Lin Tian returned home with the musical instruments from the shop,
He was greeted by the sight of Gan Yan Yu already playing!
She sat on the sofa, drawing the bow across the cello.
Her braids resting on her shoulders, her innocent face radiated sheer excitement and energy.
It was as if she was engaged in an intensely exhausting mental workout.
But after just a short segment, she paused.
Breathing heavily.
“What’s wrong?”
Lin Tian closed the door and walked in, noticing something was off with Gan Yan Yu and asked.
“Lin Tian, this piece you wrote… it’s too amazing, to the point that I might not be able to handle it.”
“How so?”
Lin Tian didn’t quite get Gan Yan Yu’s meaning and sat down beside her on the sofa.
“As soon as I stepped into this piece, it felt like there was a frantic wailing right next to my ear, speaking to me.”
“This feeling is so overwhelming it’s hard to breathe.”
Gan Yan Yu gazed earnestly into Lin Tian’s eyes.
There was a hint of sorrow in her expression.
For Gan Yan Yu, her performances had always been fully immersive, especially when tackling an entirely new piece.
She would listen intently to the sounds within the music.
But the sound of this piece made her feel an anxious pressure in her chest.
That anxious feeling entranced her in the ultimate beauty of the music but also made it impossible to continue.
“Lin Tian, how did you write this piece?”
Gan Yan Yu couldn’t help but ask.
She wanted to know what mental state Lin Tian was in when he wrote this piece.
Lin Tian understood that he couldn’t play it casual this time.
So he replied seriously:
“Dream inspiration.”
“In a dream, huh…”
Gan Yan Yu could relate.
After all, she didn’t want to believe that Lin Tian’s mental state had plunged into such depths of fury and loneliness.
If that were the case, Gan Yan Yu might just go crazy.
Inspiration from dreams resulting in such a piece; Lin Tian truly was a chosen one.
“Lin Tian, is this piece perhaps one a lonely musician entrusted to you in a dream?”
Gan Yan Yu couldn’t help but remark, weariness lacing her tone,
“This piece… I might not be able to play it.”
(End of chapter)
