After a long absence, Huai Shi had a dream.
In the dream, he finally realized his ambition, walking into Vienna's Golden Hall with his head held high amidst the enthusiastic applause of the audience.
The host's voice, trembling with emotion to the point of tears, announced him as everyone enthusiastically gazed at the greatest musician of the century.
Then Huai Shi stood on the stage, looking at them arrogantly with a slight nod, and raised his hand to signal for them to quiet down.
And then, silence fell.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation, holding back tears of emotion. Female audience members wore expectant looks, their eyes as passionate as if they wanted to have his children.
Huai Shi gave a dismissive glance, flashed a fiendish smile, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then tossed it aside, picked up the cello, and took a deep breath...
And played a mournful *The Little Widow Visiting the Grave*.
