Chapter 1196 - 801: Why Do You Play the Piano, You? (Part 3)

"Uh..."

Su Xiaomeng wanted to ask, can this old man talk seriously for more than two minutes?

"I’m not going to tell him, I have to let him stew until he can’t hold it in and comes to ask me himself!"

"..."

Su Xiaomeng smiled, though in her heart she had already mentally ranted about this old man thoroughly.

After lunch, Zhou Guangren followed Su Xiaomeng and Yin Shixiu to Jun Garden. The weather was getting cooler, so a walk after a meal was quite pleasant.

On the way, Xiao Meng couldn’t resist and asked Elder Zhou,

"Since you said Huang Huang has talent, why did you say his playing was unbearable to listen to in front of him yesterday?"

"Hmph, that kid has been too used to your praises. A bit of proper criticism won’t do him any harm." Zhou Guangren walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, his cane handed over to Guan Su.

"So... how did Huang Huang actually perform in the exam yesterday?"

"Not as good as the best, but better than the worst."

After hearing this evaluation, Su Xiaomeng couldn’t feel happy. After all... she thought Huang Huang was already excellent.

"Mrs. Yin, you should be satisfied. That kid is only seven this year. The other examinees, the youngest is fifteen, and even that fifteen-year-old isn’t up to the mark."

Thinking about this, Su Xiaomeng scratched her head and realized this made sense.

Parents always subconsciously hope their child is the best.

Su Xiaomeng glanced at Yin Shixiu and blinked at him, as if they were communicating telepathically through their expressions...

Then Su Xiaomeng honestly confessed to Zhou Guangren,

"Actually, Huang Huang’s favorite pianist is Matthew Moore. He’s adored him since he was little."

"What?!"

"Uh..."

"This brat, with his flat affect and bad temper, even has such poor taste?"

"Uh..." For a moment, Su Xiaomeng really didn’t know how to respond.

"Well, it’s a good thing I discovered this kid in time, otherwise no one could save him. Only I, the great Zhou Guangren, could save him."

Whether Zhou Guangren’s words were more of a joke or the truth, Su Xiaomeng truly couldn’t figure out.

Upon reaching Jun Garden, as expected, that stubborn kid was still in the piano room...

Zhou Guangren and the couple had arrived at the piano room door, but Huang Huang hadn’t noticed at all. His hands, not big but with longer fingers than kids his age, danced across the black and white keys... A passionate sonata emerged from Prince Huang’s fingertips!

Su Xiaomeng was mesmerized while listening, only to hear Zhou Guangren comment, "Lifeless."

Suddenly... Su Xiaomeng was also puzzled, looking towards Yin Shixiu...

Yin Shixiu just leaned against the wall, having a vague understanding of Prince Huang’s issue, as it was the same one Aunt Shaoqun pointed out to him when he started learning piano as a child... too much logic, not enough emotion, like a machine.

"Like a robot. Ugh..."

Zhou Guangren muttered this, just as Yin Shixiu had anticipated.

Like a robot... Yin Shixiu hadn’t thought of this aspect initially because he hadn’t realized Zhou Guangren would have such high expectations of Huang Huang at the tender age of seven.

"Like a robot?" Su Xiaomeng stretched her neck in surprise, staring hard at the prince on the piano bench. Watching... she couldn’t tell if it was the power of suggestion from those words or if Prince Huang’s demeanor truly fit the description, but Xiao Meng really thought her son looked like a robot.

Inputting the musical notes from the sheet music onto the black and white keys, the piece played without a single mistake.

However... if someone else replaced him on the piano bench, they might play it just the same.

Suddenly, Xiao Meng seemed to understand something...

Yin Shixiu took Xiao Meng’s hand, "Come on, let’s find something else to do. Let’s leave this to Elder Zhou."

"Huh?"

Xiao Meng was still in a daze but was already being pulled out of the piano room by Yin Shixiu.

The piece ended, and Prince Huang had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. After a long sigh, he turned to a new page on his sheet music,

"It won’t matter how many pieces you practice, Huaiyu my friend."

"..." Yin Huaiyu looked up, surprised to see this unserious old man at his home.

"Huaiyu my friend, can I ask you a question? Why do you play the piano?"