The curtain is rising.

Chen Ranran stood at the front in a black suit as the band conductor, and Cheng Ran naturally didn't need to say that sitting in front of the piano was a member of the band behind him.

Seeing that the band members nodded one by one, Chen Ranran took a deep breath and nodded to Li Junshou not far away.

They have participated in a lot of performances, but it is the first time that so many bigwigs have gathered in the audience today, but they are always young and vigorous, Cheng Ran looked at the past, and the faces of the team members were not only slightly nervous, but also a look of eagerness.

The lights in the theater gradually dimmed, and only the roof of the stage emitted a light shining on the people on the stage...

Many years later, Wang Jin, who had reached the end of his life, lay on the hospital bed and held a stack of music scores, proudly recalling to his grandson lying beside his bedside.

"Sun smashed... Do you know what grandpa is the proudest thing in his life?"

The little grandson shook his head in confusion, his little eyes were full of doubts, and he looked at the white-haired grandpa and asked in a milky voice.

"Grandpa, isn't that the Rolex watch in the drawer?"

"No!"

Wang Jin, who was gray-haired on the bed, suddenly flushed a little, coughed weakly, looked at his grandson with a little hope in his eyes, and said proudly as if he had saved the world.

"When I was young, I helped Mr. Cheng turn over the score..."

"And..."

"And more than once!!"

.........

Wang Fugui accompanied Hank to sit in the car outside the door, and after watching Cheng Ran's performance, the time had come to noon, Wang Fugui proposed to take a break, and everyone chatted at the dinner table.

Hank's side agreed silently, and he didn't know why Hank always showed a trace of hesitation on his face after listening to the music written by Cheng Ran.

Hank sat in the back seat of a commercial van, next to his Chinese translator, Mr. Mars.

And driving in front of him were Vice Dean Li Junshou and Cheng Ran, who was named by Hank.

Li Junshou, who was driving the car, noticed that Hank's face always revealed a trace of hesitation.

"Mr. Hank, do you find something a little unaccustomed to you?"

After hearing Mars's translation, Hank slowly shook his head and said with a hint of emotion on his face.

"No, Li, everything in Huaxia makes me feel novel, this is indeed a beautiful country. ”

"Then you are ?......"

Li Junshou cautiously looked at Hank, who was sitting firmly in the back row, through the rearview mirror, and asked with some uncertainty.

Hank did not answer Li Junshou's question immediately, but looked at Cheng Ran who was sitting in the co-pilot.

Cheng Ran had already changed out of the suit when he played the piano at this time, and he should have worn a more casual suit, and just after getting off the stage, he found that the suit he was wearing had unconsciously sweated.

Opening the mineral water placed next to the co-pilot, Cheng Ran listened to Hank and Li Junshou chatting while drinking water.

He could understand English, but he didn't understand the Spanish pigeon tongue at all.

Hank was silent, and after looking around for a last time and not finding any photographic equipment, he replied with some uncertainty about Li Junshou.

"Li, what do you think is the probability that I will succeed if I immigrate to Huaxia?"

"Puff ......"

Cheng Ran, who was drinking water as the co-pilot, heard this game and suddenly sprayed a mouthful of water on the glass in front of him.

Li Junshou also almost braked suddenly, as for Mars beside him...

He was actually thinking about whether he would immigrate to China as well.

But if you can immigrate with the teacher, it would be better......

"Li, I'm not kidding, I'm serious about discussing this with you. ”

Looking at the reaction of the two people in front of him, Hank frowned slightly.

He used to think that Cheng Ran, even if he was talented, would definitely be more suitable for him to learn and develop.

But after this half a day, he gradually understood that even if Cheng Ran was really willing to go to the West, it was likely that he would be a teacher, not a learner.

Even with what he has shown, it is likely that even he will have to ask Cheng Ran for advice.

It's not like Hank is deliberately elevating Cheng Ran, it's more like a fact that Hank has to face.

Cheng Ran's talent is too terrifying, and the ensembles he scored for his films, led by piano, are enough to be regarded as world-class.

And inadvertently, Hank also hears things that make him feel creepy.

Cheng Ran only took two days to write the script of the movie, and it also included the time for these piano pieces.

This......

As Hank gets older, he sometimes feels like he hasn't seen anything.

But this time, he could only say that he really hadn't seen it.

"Otherwise, I still have a little thin face on Her Royal Highness the Queen's side, Cheng Ran, as long as you are willing to go to the Western Royal Academy to teach for four years, I guarantee with my personality that Her Royal Highness the Queen will definitely be willing to give you the title of a viscount. ”

Hank also knew that it was unrealistic for him to immigrate, so he considered a compromise method and fooled Cheng Ran to the West first.

When the time comes, arrange a few young and beautiful students for him to teach, maybe Cheng Ran will be willing to settle in the West.

He ~ Hank... It's a mille-feuille.

Li Junshou just wanted to open his mouth, but after thinking about it carefully, Hank just wanted Cheng Ran to teach in the West, he really couldn't get involved in this matter, otherwise it would be easy to backfire, after all, who likes his own life to let others mix blindly.

Cheng Ran silently wiped the water he had just squirted, and his heart moved slightly when he heard Mars convey Hank's words.

Whew!

I don't even dare to teach students at Kyoto University, and I still want to go to the West?

Don't go to the name of the viscount for four years, the queen can't see it and throw herself into the sea.

However, after coping with so many times, Cheng Ran gradually sorted out a set of rhetoric.

"Mr. Hank, I!

"It's impossible to teach students, it's impossible in this life, I can't teach, I don't know how to play the piano, and now I can only rely on making movies to earn a little money to make a living." ”

Quiet...

.........

Cheng Ran was in a car behind him.

Here, a photographer sits in the seat of the trunk, with Li Qiuxue's mother and daughter in the middle, and Dean Wang Fugui sitting in the co-pilot in front.

At this time, the camera is facing a walkie-talkie, which has been modified by Kyoto University students, and can talk freely within a certain range.

And in case Mr. Hank suddenly encounters any emergency in front of him, such as being out of breath or suddenly having some requirements that they can prepare for in advance, and in case Mr. Hank inadvertently says something about the piano, it is naturally excellent.

So not only in their cars, but also on the buses where the professors were sitting.

But......

Forget about being an immigrant first.

Later, it is not impossible to invite Cheng Ran to teach in the West, after all, from their point of view, Cheng Ran is so young, there must be room for development, and it is not impossible to go to the West to study for a few years.

What the?

Studying in Huaxia?

Did you see the bus behind you?

That group of old men and several old ladies couldn't wait for Cheng Ran to teach them.

As for the last paragraph......

Scold...

Wang Fugui sneered with disdain, and he gradually felt a little confused after the age of not being confused.

Is this the world of genius?

Really...

It's so uncommon that it doesn't come.