Chu Kuo truly admired Lu Mian's technical skills and eagerly recommended them to his brother.
However, Chu Kong was busy recalling the musical scores, closing his eyes and feeling the piano keys, not paying attention to him.
After playing a few more notes, he shook his head.
It was only after a heavy final note that he sighed.
"Apart from Wushan, it's all but clouds. Once I had a goal, no matter how good others were, they couldn't compare to it," Chu Kong, having fallen ill, rarely revealed a smile: "My time is running short, and I plan to focus on cultivating this child."
Hearing him say this, Chu Kuo understood what he meant. He nodded silently, leaving the space to Chu Kong.
After a few steps, Chu Kuo reluctantly looked back and said, "Bro, I have the video with me. If you want to watch it, remember to come and ask me for it."
No one spoke, and all that responded to him was the sound of the piano.
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