Yu Tianyu took out his mobile phone and called up the video. Wang Fuxue was dumbfounded.
In the video, it was his birthday party, and the sound was very noisy.
The little girl was wearing a white skirt, with her chin raised high, like a proud white swan, standing in the center of the stage, with a crisp voice.
"The following piece of music was composed by myself and is dedicated to my best friend - Yu Tianyu."
It's her.
How old is that? Seven or eight?
Wang Fuxue remembered.
Probably seven years old.
What kind of creation is actually just playing blindly, she just remembers the "score".
Wang Fuxue covered her face with her hands, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, "Why do you still keep it?"
Yu Tianyu looked at the screen and said, "How cute."
"Delete it, delete it."
She reached out to grab it, but he moved faster and had already put it in his pocket.
"Yu Tianyu——"
"Don't delete it." He shook his head with a smile and said, "That was my best friend's debut."
Wang Fuxue clicked her tongue, took a sip of wine to moisten her throat, and asked him: "I played it blindly, what did you do in the game?"
"I think it sounds pretty good." He tapped his fingers on the table, hummed the tune, and said, "I thought at that time that you would be a world-famous pianist in the future."
Wang Fuxue was quiet, her throat a little sore, "My piano is almost dusty."
"The main reason is that you have too many hobbies in the future." He closed his eyes, recalled, and then started counting, "When you were eight years old, you wanted to be a figure skater, when you were ten years old, you wanted to be a designer, and you also wanted to be a chef, and then
I want to be a banker again, then I want to be a stock tycoon, and finally I want to be an entrepreneur.”
Wang Fuxue looked at him and said, "Have I ever had so many dreams?"
"Yes, you have probably written as many dream statements as I have written you in love letters."
"Then how do you know?"
"When did you not read it to me?"
Wang Fuxue pressed her eyebrows, suspecting that she had lost her memory.
"You stopped telling me later." He paused and said, "Since you really developed in the direction of an entrepreneur."
He looked at her and smiled: "Sure enough, this intuition is good. This dream declaration is what I dislike the least."
"Why?"
"Your previous dream declarations all said that it was because you liked it. Starting from God of Cooking, you began to say that you would make many famous restaurants for your parents in the future. As an entrepreneur, you directly said that you would make a lot of money."
Is there any?
She rubbed the wine glass, mobilizing those dusty memories. Over the years, her mind was filled with various projects, various studies, and various connections and wine parties.
He lowered his head and put some food into his mouth.
Yu Tianyu also stopped and said.
The two of them were talking about each other, and Yu Tianyu suddenly walked towards the piano.
Wang Fuxue probably guessed it, staring at his back, watching him sit down, and then play that piece of music.
She knew that he later played the piano very well and skated very well. When he was a teenager, he designed robots and won awards. However, he was not good at cooking and always blew up the kitchen.
As for bankers, stock investors and entrepreneurs, he didn't do them.
Her eyes felt inexplicably hot, she frowned, suppressed the aches and pains in her heart, and took two more sips of wine.
The drink tonight was somehow well within her drinking range, but she felt a little tipsy.
Listening to the sound of the piano, she hummed along with it, and suddenly realized that she still remembered it.
I don’t know when he finished playing, but there was applause all around.
She squinted her eyes and looked up at him coming back.
He stood at the table and said, "Look, I'll tell you that you are a genius. The creation of your first show is still in line with the trend after so many years."
She smiled softly, knowing that he was trying to make her happy.