Yin Huaiyu stood not far from him, as the first note leapt from Zhou Guangren's fingertips, followed by a series of heart-stirring ups and downs, capturing everyone's attention in an instant, never to let go.
He heard it clearly... The piece Mr. Zhou was playing was exactly the one he had just drawn for the exam. Even though it was the same piece, Zhou Guangren's rendition was completely different from his.
Of course, each piece played by different people will naturally sound different, but what Prince Huang referred to was something beyond that variation...
Mr. Zhou Guangren was seventy-two this year. In those brief ten minutes of interaction, Prince Huang could say he had not a shred of fondness for him—improper, lewd, impolite, disrespectful to the elderly...
Yet, sitting on the piano bench for those few minutes, Prince Huang believed what Teacher Guan Su had said; this one... might indeed be quite an accomplished piano educator.
