Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist

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The farewell dinner with Xu Yong ended just like that.

Next up, for Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, there's only one last visit left.

Sir Gan.

The two arrived at the hospital.

Lin Tian wiped down the table and placed a vase he bought by the bedside.

"Grandpa, we're here~"

Gan Yanyu smiled as she sat by the bed, chatting with Sir Gan.

Whenever this time came, Lin Tian would walk over to the bedside to catch some fresh air.

Ever since they heard about Sir Gan's improving health.

Their mood improved significantly when visiting the hospital.

From the previous silence, afraid of disturbing the families of other patients in the corridor.

To now, the two of them almost always came with smiles!

In that long hospital corridor, Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu walked with steps nearly breaking into dance!

Listening to Gan Yanyu chat with Grandpa.

Lin Tian always had a premonition.

It won't be long before Sir Gan wakes up.

Maybe a month, maybe half a year, maybe on the day Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu get married.

"Grandpa, Lin Tian and I are heading to Baijing soon....."

"You wouldn't guess, we're going to the Dragon Violin Cup!"

"And we're participating as the Yingqin Cup champions!"

"You wouldn't have expected, Grandpa, soon we will be on the same stage you once performed on."

"Starting today, I've been really nervous."

"I often wonder, when you set out back then, what were your feelings like, did you also have moments of nervousness and uncertainty....."

Gan Yanyu gently smiled.

Softly and tenderly confiding in Sir Gan's ear.

Lin Tian turned his head and looked at Grandpa.

On that wrinkled, weathered face, there was a calm and peaceful expression.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but it felt as if the old man's lips held a slight smile.

Lin Tian suddenly recalled, 16 years ago.

When Sir Gan also participated in the Dragon Violin Cup, he was already in his forties or fifties.

Lin Tian suddenly found it a bit strange.

Even though he knew Sir Gan had risked losing his title to participate back then.

But, in that era, competing at over forty didn't seem too strange?

And now, in the competition Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu are in, all they meet are young people, the oldest wouldn't be over 35.

While the core group is mostly in the 25-30 range.

Has the gap really grown this wide in just 16 years?

Lin Tian was simply a bit curious.

"Knock knock knock——"

Right at that moment,

The door to the ward was knocked on.

When the door was opened, it wasn't a nurse or doctor who came in, but an elderly man wearing a vest.

Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu froze for a moment, looking towards the old man.

And when the old man saw two young people in the room, he too showed a slight expression of surprise, but quickly regained composure.

Then, the old man stepped forward.

He wasn't empty-handed, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He walked straight past Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu, as if they weren't there, coming to Sir Gan's bedside.

He placed the flowers beside the pillow.

Looking at Gan Hua, the old man's expression was full of mixed emotions, his eyes lingering long unwilling to move away.

"Sir, you are...."

"You're Gan Yanyu, right?"

The old man turned his head, showing a kindly smile to Gan Yanyu.

"Mm....."

"I'm a friend of your grandpa's, my surname is Fang, you probably haven't met me."

Fang said, looking again at Sir Gan,

The tone of his voice softened,

"After Old Gan started running the coffee shop, we rarely kept in touch....."

"Are you a cellist too?" Lin Tian suddenly asked.

Fang looked at Lin Tian,

"How do you know?"

"Your hands."

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, hinting at Fang's palms.

On those hands marked by time, there were thick calluses, suggesting many years of playing.

At least ten years or more would be needed to leave such marks.

These marks, Lin Tian was familiar with, he had seen them on Sir Gan's hands and sometimes on Gan Yanyu's as well.

Lin Tian sensed that this elderly man was likely an instrumentalist, but wasn't sure if it was the cello, so he tested and it turned out to be true.

"You're Lin Tian, right? I know you."

Fang smilingly said,

"Actually, I haven't played the cello for a long time."

This old man had a way of speaking that anyone could listen to, his tone was always calm and composed.

Lin Tian figured it out roughly.

This should be Sir Gan's old cello-playing friend, now coming to visit Sir Gan, coincidentally bumping into Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu.

However, after hearing Fang say this, Lin Tian curiously asked:

"Did you also retire 16 years ago?"

"Hahaha."

Fang laughed heartily, "Almost thirty years now."

"Thirty years??"

Upon hearing this, even Gan Yanyu was a bit surprised.

Lin Tian hadn't calculated that.

Sir Gan only retired after the Ker Cup, although 16 years is already quite a long time.

But at least, Sir Gan retired at an old age, it was considered "a complete success."

In the music world, he's a venerable artist who left a significant mark, even now the cello world still tells his tales.

You retired thirty years ago... was it "quitting halfway"?

If you think about it this way.

When he and Sir Gan were playing together, they were only in their twenties?

"And those calluses on your hands....."

"I make steamed buns for a living."

"..."

Lin Tian was left speechless.

Playing the cello was indeed correct, but the calluses weren't related.