The Crippled Boss Loves Me

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Tonly know a little about the violin,” Shen Hanxing smiled a little embarrassedly. She said softly, “Tl express my understanding of this piece of music from an amateur’s perspective. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t express it well. I feel that this piece of music symbolizes a person’s life. In the early stages,

it was full of disasters, endless struggles, and cynicism. Later on, after experiencing a lot, it gradually reached a reconciliation with the world and also with itself. And thus, it completes a psychological transformation.”

Shen Hanxing was feeling a little emotional. Music could often express things that words could not express. A few minutes of music could create and express what life was.

“Tfeel that this part can be slightly modified…” Shen Hanxing threw away her emotions and her fingertips landed on a certain part of the music score. She voiced her opinion, “The melody here is too gentle compared with the earlier melody line, so it sounds a bit dissonant. The connection between the

different moods is not enough. How about this, Let’s change it to D first…”

Shen Hanxing did not notice that Old Lady Lin’s eyes became brighter and brighter when she articulated her thoughts.

‘When it came to composing music, Old Lady Lin, displayed a stubbornness that was unlike those of her age. She kept discussing with Shen Hanxing the modification of the piece. In order to convince Shen Hanxing, she would hum a short phrase to prove that what she said was right. When it was really

impossible to determine who had the better suggestion, she even dragged Old Master Lin, who was painting at the side, to be the judge.

In the end, neither of them was convinced by the other. They angrily looked at each other for a moment, but the two of them could not help but laugh.

“Youre already so old, yet you’re still childishly arguing away with young people,” Old Master Lin teased her as he poured tea for them. “You’re probably tired from all that talking. Quickly drink some tea and catch your breath.”

After arguing for a long time, the two of them were already thirsty. When they picked up the teacup and drank tea, Shen Hanxing and Old Lady Lin looked at each other. They both cherished the chance to meet a bosom friend.

“I’s rare for someone to have such a good chat with her.” There was a smile in Old Master Lin’s eyes. He deliberately said, “Since you’ve helped my wife look at her composition, then you can’t be playing favorites. Help me look at this painting that has just been completed.”

Shen Hanxing’s face was slightly red. It was rare for her to reveal the shyness of a young maiden. Now that she had calmed down, she realized that her behavior earlier as she argued with Old Lady Lin over a music score was too childish. It was really too inappropriate.

After she heard Old Lin’s words, Shen Hanxing calmed down for a moment before slowly nodding her head and agreeing. Although life in the slums was tough, she could be considered lucky. She met many good people and learned many skills that others could not imagine.

Playing the violin was one of them, and the other was painting. However, she felt that her painting skills were not very good. She could not understand what the new artists in society were painting, She also could not understand how those few lines that were put together could be understood as the

unfairness of fate and a struggle against fate…

In her opinion, the paintings that were sold for millions of dollars were not as good as the paintings that the old man, who could not afford to eat and wore tattered clothes, taught her at that time. The highly valued paintings were even worse than the beautiful scenery of the wetland park that Old Master

Lin had created in a short period.

“You know about oil painting?” Seeing her expression, Old Lin was a little surprised. He had casually brought it up to change the topic and liven up the atmosphere. However, he was now actually a little interested. “Come, come, come. What do you think of this painting? Don’t worry, go ahead and voice

your opinions boldly.”

“Actually, I don’t really know much either. I just learned a little from an old man,” Shen Hanxing thought for a moment. She was afraid that the Old Master Lin would have high expectations of her, so she took precautions first by saying that.

‘What she did not realize was that when she said she learned a little, the corner of Old Lady Lin’s mouth twitched. Her expression was complicated. Again, she had said ‘learned a little’. Shen Hanxing told her that she knew a little about the violin, but she was more knowledgeable than Lin Ran.

Shen Hanxing did not know what Old Lady Lin was thinking. She stared at the painting on the canvas and mused over it. She said, “I think the composition of this painting is very clever. It uses the combination of light and shadow to show the wetland park under the sun… in this painting, I like this part

the most.”

Shen Hanxing pointed at a distorted willow tree in the corner. After a moment of hesitation, she said, “It’s clearly a beautiful painting, but there’s a strange-looking willow tree. It seems to imply that there are people who suffer even when they are living a peaceful life. But no matter how much suffering

there is, it will grow into a big tree and bloom with vitality. At a glance, it gives people endless hope and light.”

It was really strange. She could not even say a word of praise for the works of those modern and cutting-edge painters who were praised by people. Yet, she felt so much for such an ordinary landscape painting.

Old Lin’s expression gradually became solemn as she spoke, and his smiling face also became stern…