Chapter 1197 - 802: Taking the Brat to See the World

This question from Mr. Zhou Guangren really stumped Yin Huaiyu.

"What’s the reason or not... Do you need a reason to learn piano..." After a long pause, Prince Huang muttered this.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk..." Zhou Guangren clicked his tongue, sighing with disapproval, "It’s a pity your teacher passed away early, otherwise he wouldn’t have let you become such an empty shell with just technical skills."

The old gentleman said this while pointing up and down at Yin Huaiyu.

Zhou Guangren’s words were rather biting, which Guan Su, as one of his students, was already used to. However, the old man’s critique of Yin Huaiyu was a bit exaggerated.

Saying Yin Huaiyu’s playing was just an empty shell clearly took him out of the group of seven-year-old students or even piano level ten scholars, placing him in the professional field for comparison and evaluation.

But no matter how talented Yin Huaiyu was, it’s still inappropriate.

Teacher... are you a bit too anxious?

Yin Huaiyu stood up from the piano bench, looked up at Zhou Guangren, "Then why does Mr. Zhou play the piano?"

Zhou Guangren’s old eyes lit up, his face immediately animated, and he exaggeratedly spat out an English word, saying, "Li...ke!"

"Don’t you like music? Don’t you like the piano? Don’t you like the sound that comes from each key? Don’t you like turning the dead notes on the score into vivid ones with your hands?" The old man’s expression was extremely rich, giving a powerful and passionate speech with hands sometimes opening and sometimes clenching...

However, the old man’s lively performance in front of Yin Huaiyu was truly no different than performing for a wooden post.

"..." Yin Huaiyu stared straight at him, watching as Zhou Guangren took a deep breath, his words and hand movements all ceased abruptly.

But... never mind, after yesterday’s interaction, Zhou Guangren had already gotten a slight understanding of Yin Huaiyu’s personality.

Stop the performance!

"Ahem, ahem, don’t you like it?"

Yin Huaiyu moved his eyes, glanced at the piano beside him...

By this time, Zhou Guangren had stretched his neck, his old hands unconsciously clasping in front of his chest, hoping the young student would say he liked it, the old man’s eager eyes were almost popping out. But Yin Huaiyu withdrew his gaze, still calmly looking at the old gentleman, saying flatly, "What’s the big deal about liking or not liking it..."

"..." Guan Su, listening on the side, felt pained for Zhou Guangren.

"How, how, how can it not matter?"

"I think most things in this world aren’t done well just because you like them, nor are they done poorly just because you don’t like them."

"You, you, you, where did you learn such nonsense? So young and already spouting such crap!"

"My mom really likes to dance, but she just goes around like that. She doesn’t particularly like academics, but she’s now a university translator teacher."

Yin Huaiyu hardly hesitated a second before giving this vivid example.

Zhou Guangren blinked, swallowed, and facing Yin Huaiyu’s serious little face, his mind turned, asking, "So you think even if you don’t like playing the piano, even if you don’t have a passion for music, you can still play well?"

"I’ve already taken the level ten exam, the results will be out soon, and then we’ll know."

Zhou Guangren put his hands behind his back, was so angry that his beard trembled, looking at Yin Huaiyu, "You really are an unlovable child! Children should act like children! So strict and rigid... your dad wasn’t as annoying as you when he was young."

"Is stating the truth annoying?"

"You, you, you, where are you right?"

"Where am I wrong?"

Zhou Guangren was so angry his eyes turned red, and he could only secretly sigh that if he were twenty years younger, with a glib tongue and quick wit, how could he be so vexed by a seven-year-old child?

Indeed, getting old... one really can’t deny aging!

"Fine! In that case, I’ll take you somewhere! Let me, Grandpa, show you some perspective!"

After Zhou Guangren finished speaking, Guan Su was stunned for a moment, quickly asking, "Teacher, where are you planning to take Huaiyu?"

"You’ll know once you get there. Go tell his parents that I’ve taken the child and will bring him back after dinner!"

The old man left this remark, glanced at Yin Huaiyu, "But little buddy, do you dare go on this trip with me, Grandpa?"

"What’s there to be afraid of?"

"Alright, then let’s go."

Yin Huaiyu was inherently a clever and decisive character, following Zhou Guangren out of Jun Garden. By the time Guan Su finished informing Yin Shixiu and his wife and came out, the pair was nowhere to be seen.

He ran quite a while before catching up with the pair, panting heavily, addressing these two who were even subtly competing with each other’s pace,

"I, this middle-aged man, can’t keep up with you two, one old and one young. It’s utterly disgraceful."

"Tsk, do the old and young definitely lose to you middle-aged people?"

"No, no, it’s not... Professor, please don’t vent your frustrations on me." Guan Su quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Yin Huaiyu glanced at Guan Su, this pianist who performed on the world music stage, looked so subservient in front of Mr. Zhou Guangren...

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The afternoon sun was quite bright; Yin Huaiyu and Zhou Guangren sat together in the car, and the atmosphere inside was somewhat...awkward.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You’ll know when we get there. Looking so worried, afraid I’ll sell you? With your unlikeable face, no one would buy even by the pound."

"Grandpa, you really talk a lot."

"Are you complaining about an old man being talkative? Child, today I’ll tell you why elders talk so much..."

"My grandpa, grandma, and my maternal grandmother all talk very little."

"Oh? What about your grandpa?"

"..." Yin Huaiyu immediately regretted saying the previous sentence.

"Next time I meet your grandpa, I’ll tell on you, saying you find him too talkative."

"Childish."

"You’re not childish, which is why you’re not likable!"

Guan Su’s head felt like it was about to explode, while the driver on the side was driving as if absentmindedly, only thinking how funny this child and Mr. Zhou were.

The trip wasn’t a short one, taking about fifty minutes before finally reaching the destination.

Yin Huaiyu stood in front of an iron gate with a tall iron fence, looking at the sign hanging by the gate that read "Xinxin Orphanage."

"Orphanage..."

"Yes, an orphanage. Come on, Young Master."

Zhou Guangren, looking every bit at home, swaggered in.

Yin Huaiyu pursed his lips, followed expressionlessly.

They hadn’t walked too far before seeing a middle-aged woman with curly hair come out to greet them, "Mr. Zhou! Why are you here?"

"I brought a young boy who’s never seen the world to broaden his horizons."

"..."

"Where’s my darling Taotao?" Zhou Guangren suddenly rubbed his hands, asking the director with a smiling face.