“Seniors, are you free today? I have a very serious problem and I don’t know how to solve it, can I ask you for advice.”
“Sure. Tell you what, let’s meet at the cafe.”
Hathaway gave an address and hung up the phone.
Half an hour later, the two met at the cafe.
“I’m really sorry to call you out on your weekend off.”
Susan’s acting skills were on the line again, looking at Hathaway with embarra*sment.
Hathaway didn’t even see it, instead she thought the girl was polite and smiled lightly, “No harm done, have you had breakfast?”
“Ate.”
A few pleasantries were exchanged.
Hathaway then enquired, “What problem are you having?”
“It’s like this, our orchestra has a concert for New Year’s Eve and I want to perform well at this gig, but because my musical style is too independent and doesn’t fit into the orchestra as a whole, it’s very much affecting my performance, so I’ve been improving these days, but it’s not working very well.”
Susan put her problem into words, “I wonder if there’s anything you can do to help me?”
“The last time I heard you play, your style was basically set in stone, so I’m afraid it’s going to be a lot of work if I want to make adjustments.”
Hathaway frowned and looked at Susan.
Susan nodded, “It’s okay, as long as there’s a way to correct it, I’ll persevere even when it’s difficult.”
Seeing the girl’s persistence, coupled with her appreciation of talent, Hathaway eventually agreed to help.
“Tell you what, you come home with me, I need to hear your music specifically, before I can a*sign you a plan.”
Susan didn’t refuse and followed Hathaway out.
Back at her former home, Susan’s heart still wavered a little as she looked at the familiar scenery.
She followed Hathaway into the living room, noticing how much it had changed, and feeling as if nothing had changed.
Slowly, she realised that it was something that belonged to her that was missing from the living room, and for a moment she felt very uncomfortable.
Hathaway didn’t notice her mood and sat down on the sofa to let Susan play her best violin.
At her words, Susan collected her thoughts and began to play.
The melodious sound of the violin rang out in the living room.
Hathaway froze in her tracks, for it sounded exactly like the one her daughter had played when she was alive.
For a moment, she was in a trance and her eyes filled with tears.
A few minutes later, Susan finished playing and saw Hathaway in tears.
Heartily, she was relieved.
In fact, she had just deliberately played much like she had before.
Because judging by the fact that there was less of her in the living room, she felt as if Hathaway had forgotten about her as a daughter.
How could she allow that.
With that in mind, she walked over to Hathaway with dark eyes and handed over a tissue in concern, “Senpai, are you all right?”
Hathaway came back to her senses and hurriedly wiped the tears off her face.
“I’m sorry, your tune just now reminded me of my daughter.”
On the other hand, after having breakfast, Feng Shenye took Wen Shiyu out for a walk.
Wen Jingchen, on the other hand, stayed home to keep Little Treasure company.
On the way, Wen Shiyu inquired, “Where are we going?”
“Someone gave me an invitation to a gallery two days ago, and since it’s all about art, I think it should be helpful to you.”
Feng Shenye did not hide his destination and looked at Wen Shiyu with a smile.
Wen Shiyu’s heart warmed as she listened.
She knew that Feng Shenye was trying to help her.
When the two arrived at the gallery, quite a few people had already come to the scene.
Everyone was quietly admiring the artwork on the walls, and there was occasional conversation, but it was very quiet.
Wen Shiyu also took Feng Shenye’s hand and slowly admired the artwork.
The themes of the gallery were divided into two main categories, one being landscapes and the other portraits.
Each painting is very exquisite and has a different meaning.
Not to mention, after strolling around for half a day, Wen Shiyu really felt some inspiration from these paintings.
“I know what I’m missing.”
She looked happily at Feng Shenye and couldn’t wait to drag people back.
Finally, in the afternoon, she made a tune that satisfied her.