In the piano classroom, Huaiyu sat on the piano bench, with Zhou Guangren sitting next to him. The elderly man's skin had already loosened, and the wrinkles on his body could not be hidden, but his hands were exceptionally well-preserved.
They didn't look like the hands of a seventy-year-old.
When these hands danced and leaped on the keys, they exhibited a kind of agility and flair that defied his age.
He thoroughly enjoyed playing, indulging in the music that flowed from his fingertips. Huaiyu quietly watched him... seeing this elderly man play the piano like a child, showcasing liveliness and joy.
This kind of expressiveness was not Huaiyu's strong suit, but fortunately, Zhou Guangren never demanded it of him.
Everyone has their own style. Zhou Guangren never thought of trying to change Huaiyu's personal traits or playing style, only guiding him to refine his own stylistic qualities.
As the final note settled, Zhou Guangren looked at Huaiyu, "Want to give it a try?"
