CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35: A COMPLETE 180-DEGREE SHIFT IN ATTITUDE

Liszt is Song Yinyin’s most admired and favorite piano composer. She is extremely familiar with Liszt’s works, so she could clearly discern—

The performer’s skills were extraordinary, the notes played crisp and pleasing to the ear, the scales flowing like beads falling onto a jade plate, the bass chords like rolling thunder in winter, and the simultaneous high and low notes resounding like a nightingale’s whisper in a storm.

Song Dabai was entranced, and even Song Yinyin’s eyes were drawn to him in the video.

Not to mention outsiders, even an insider like her could tell that this man’s piano skills were remarkable.

Because she had played this piece "Bell" too, and it was very difficult, among those very challenging technical pieces that require not only exceptional skills but also talent, like long fingers...

And this man’s fingers, long and slender like scallions, moving on the keys, were a sight to behold.

"Wow, uncle, you can play ’Bell’ too? My mommy can play it too, and she plays it very well."

Song Dabai’s attitude took a 180-degree turn in an instant.

His big eyes, as clear as black and white, were filled with admiration, and at this moment, his small chubby hands were clasped together in a cross.

"..." Song Yinyin held her forehead speechlessly.

This little guy, can you have a bit of spine?

Encounter a man who can play the piano, and you turn into this?

Even before Song Yinyin could express herself, Song Dabai asked again, "Uncle, can you play another piano piece for me to listen to?"

"Do you want to hear it?" Lu Jinyan was amused by Song Dabai’s adorable expression, raising an eyebrow and asking back.

Song Dabai nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken, "Yes, I want to hear it!"

"Dabai, did you forget who just covered mommy’s mouth, saying you wanted to kill me? Have you forgotten everything now?!" Song Yinyin grabbed the little guy’s arm, speaking speechlessly.

Lu Jinyan said, "That was a misunderstanding, you don’t mind, do you?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to lightly pinch Song Dabai’s plump cheek.

In fact, Lu Jinyan also didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he felt particularly close to this little boy.

He didn’t like kids and was tired of dealing with fans, but this little boy was different. Just seeing his face made people like him from the heart.

Maybe because he bore some resemblance to himself?

"I don’t mind." Song Dabai shook his head and said, and he took the initiative to hold Lu Jinyan’s hand, "Uncle, did you promise to play the piano for me?"

"Yes." Lu Jinyan nodded, unable to hold back a smile.

In a corner of the mall, there was a piano placed by a merchant. Lu Jinyan crossed the railing and sat on the piano bench.

Opening the piano bench, he gently placed his hands on the piano, and a few seconds later, the playful and pleasant "Bell" flowed out.

In just a few seconds, it attracted the attention of passersby, "Wow— isn’t that the Piano Prince Lu Jinyan?!"

The passersby whispered, quickly taking out their phones to record.

After finishing the piece, Song Dabai’s big eyes had turned into starry eyes, "Wow, uncle, you played so well!"

"Do you play the piano?" Lu Jinyan asked.

"I can play," the little guy nodded, but soon hung his head down in disappointment, "but I can’t play Liszt, I can play ’Wild Bee Flying’."

That rapid, highly accurate-demanding "Wild Bee Flying"?

Lu Jinyan’s dark eyes suddenly brightened, revealing a hint of surprise and joy, "You can play ’Wild Bee Flying’? We can try playing it together."

"Really?" Song Dabai’s eyes widened, looking both a bit surprised, excited, and expectant, yet also a bit skeptical.