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When Lin Shuhui heard this, she was stunned for a moment. âThe Lamboni that Ke Nitt used? So that piano was actually with him.â
âThis gift is a little too expensive. Iâm afraid I canât accept it,â Qiao Weiyang said. âAunt Lin, why donât we make an appointment to meet him? Iâll return this gift to him.â
âWell⦠with my understanding of him, Iâm afraid he wonât take back the gift heâs given out. Weiyang, since youâve already received it, you can keep it.â
âWellâ¦â
Lin Shuhui said, âSince he wanted to gift it, he must be sincere. Lamboni is precious. If you send it back and it gets damaged in the middle of it, wonât that be bad?â
Qiao Weiyang thought for a moment. âIn that case, Iâll keep it for now.â
âKeep it. You can afford such a gift.â Lin Shuhui smiled and said, âDonât feel too much psychological pressure. But speaking of Lu Ke, itâs really a pity. He has participated in several international competitions before, but he always returned in defeat in the semi-finals.â
Qiao Weiyang took a sip of Puâer and asked slowly, âWhatâs going on? I heard that he made a grand slam when he was in his teens. International competitions shouldnât be difficult for him.â
âThatâs true. Previously, we all thought that it wouldnât be difficult for him to win an international award. However, his fingers are affected by a serious joint disease. You know that this kind of illness is really difficult to deal with. If his fingers arenât in their best condition, itâll naturally affect his performance. The previous few times he participated in competitions, it was when his fingers were at their most serious. Itâs reasonable for him not to be able to stand out in the semi-finals.â
Qiao Weiyang said, âAunt Lin, show me his medical records.â
Only then did Lin Shuhui remember that Qiao Weiyang had the title of a heavenly doctor. Sometimes, after a long time, she would forget that Qiao Weiyang had many identities.
She immediately said, âLet me go find them. He sent me his medical records last time. Iâve always kept them.â
She immediately took out her phone and found the chat history. She clicked on the file and showed it to Qiao Weiyang. âItâs here. Take a look.â
Qiao Weiyang took it and looked at the records in detail. She frowned slightly. âHow long has his fingers been in this state?â
âItâs been quite a while. Itâs common for people who play the piano to have some small problems with their fingers, such as tendon sheathitis, and so on. Therefore, he didnât think of it as a big problem at first. Later on, he realized that the problem was quite serious.â
âAlthough itâs serious, itâs not completely impossible to cure,â Qiao Weiyang said. âIâm afraid only Chinese medicine can resolve this problem. How about this? Iâll concoct a medicine and send it to you. You can bring it to Lu Ke later.â
Lin Shuhui couldnât help but be happy. âThatâs great. Lu Ke has never been able to win an international award because of his fingers. I think things are going to change now.â
In the academy.
In the piano room.
As a Ph.D. student in the music academy, Lu Ke was also an assistant professor for second-year students.
He was teaching his students in class.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
It was supposed to be a small class for not more than 20 people. But every time, students from other classes and majors would attend.
The students who were listening did not have a piano to play and were even confused by a lot of knowledge. However, this did not stop them from listening to Lu Ke with relish.
Many women looked at him with starry eyes.
Lu Ke was still calmly teaching. Occasionally, he would stop and play a part to let the students experience the difference between practical and theoretical knowledge.
Outside the classroom, Ling Rong and Fan Dinghao walked over. When they heard the sound of the piano, Fan Dinghao stopped in his tracks. âLu Keâs standards have always been good.â
âItâs a pity that thereâs something wrong with his fingers. This is all he can achieve. Itâs basically impossible for him to achieve anything internationally, â Ling Rong said.
Fan Dinghao smiled. âI originally thought of him as my biggest competitor this time. What a pity.â
âSenior, you must be joking. Even if thereâs nothing wrong with his fingers, he definitely wonât be able to defeat you, let alone now that he has something wrong with his fingers. You were personally guided by Mr. Fan and are Mr.
Fanâs biological son. Your genes and talent are better than his in all aspects. Wonât it be easy for you to defeat him?â
Ling Rongâs words were pleasing to the ears, but Fan Dinghao was still a little humble. âThis time, with Lin Shuhuiâs guidance, he might really improve a little.â
âLin Shuhui? She was indeed a genius in the academy back then and was very respected. She even tutored some students who later won awards. However, all these years, she has been hiding in a small village and hasnât improved at all.
She has long been out of touch with the times. Who knows how capable she is?â Ling Rong looked down on Lin Shuhui.
Her mother, Chen Yufeng, had always looked down on Lin Shuhui. It had affected her attitude toward Lin Shuhui.
Fan Dinghao thought about it and agreed. Whether it was Lin Shuhui or Lu Ke, they were nothing to be afraid of.
After Qiao Weiyang returned to Zhuojing Villa, she plucked the flowers and plants she had planted and tinkered with medicine.
âMommy, can I play on your piano?â Jingyun walked over and asked.
Qiao Weiyang put down her things and placed her hands on his shoulders. She said softly, âFrom now on, the piano is something we share. You can use it whenever you want. You donât have to ask me for permission. Go ahead.â Jingyunâs eyes lit up. He nodded gently and ran out.
After running a few steps, he ran back and said softly, âThank you, Mommy!â Qiao Weiyang watched him leave before continuing to work on the medicine in her hand.
When Su Zhuoqian walked in, he smelled a very pleasant medicinal fragrance.
There was a faint smell of grass, making him feel as if he was walking in the wilderness. The air was filled with the smell of nature.
âWhat are you doing?â He bent down and leaned against Qiao Weiyangâs shoulder, breathing softly.
The fragrance on her body fused with the fragrance of the medicine, making her even more attractive.
âItâs medicine for one of Aunt Linâs students to treat his fingers. Heâs Aunt Linâs student, and heâs also the one who gave me the piano,â Qiao Weiyang said softly, her hands not stopping. âIâll be done soon.â
Su Zhuoqian sat down to accompany her. His gaze landed on her slender fingers as he watched her focus on what she was doing.
When she was serious about her work, she looked calm and quiet. He looked at her calmly under the light and accompanied her.
At the Lu familyâs residence.
After Lu Ke finished practicing the piano, he took a break.
Mrs. Lu brought over some milk and handed it to him. âDrink some..â