Chapter 651

The car drove all the way to Mr. Rubin's residence. From a distance, Joan saw the old man standing in a neat gray suit at the door waiting.

Although Yu is 90 years old, the old man has always maintained the gentleman of American men, and his every move is elegant.

When the car stopped, Joan pushed the door to get off and trotted towards the old man.

As soon as the old man's eyes lit up, a smile appeared on his face. He said in fluent Chinese, "slow down, don't fall."

Joanne ran to the old man and looked at him playfully: "don't worry, old man, my eyes are good."

It's really a long time since I saw it. Looking at the old man who is still hale and hearty, Joan's heart filled with infinite warmth and gratitude.

Her first 20 years may have been unsatisfactory, and there were many people who were not particularly friendly in her life, but at the same time, with the blessing of fate, she also met several dignitaries.

Whether it's Mr. Ling, Ling Yi, Mr. Rubin and Sophia

In short, everyone has left a heavy color in her life, making her once gray life colorful.

The old man looked at Joan's energetic eyes with a pair of slightly turbid eyes and smiled: "OK, it's good to see."

Joan hugged the old man, Sophia came with her luggage, and the three entered the door. The big house was the same as Joan's impression.

Simple, simple and artistic.

Joanne looked around: "old man, how has your house not changed for so many years? It's still the same."

"Used to it." The old man smiled and said, "you know where to put things with your eyes closed."

Sophia went to make tea, took it to the living room and sat on the sofa. She asked Joan, "Joe, how's the matter with Darcy solved?"

"It's OK. What should be clarified has been clarified anyway. The rest is none of my business."

"Yes." The old man was quite open-minded: "just be happy in everything. Don't worry about the mess on the Internet. The piano is played for yourself, and the music is also edifying your sentiment."

Joanne smiled: "yes, I remember that."

Sophia added some hot tea to the old man and joked, "old man, if Joan hadn't been as good as you, she would have been a world-famous pianist."

"Isn't it now?"

"Yes." Sophia smiled: "but she plays too little outside. Outsiders only know that she is a Chinese who likes to play with a mask. Her name is an zhiruosu. No one has seen her true face."

Speaking of this

The old man looked at Joan and said, "how about you come and show your face and help me be a judge in the International Piano Competition next month?"

"You are so old, how can you worry about these games? Just let them do it." Joan didn't agree, just advised: "the country has talents on behalf of others, just give them to the new people."

"I'll do it for the last year."

The old man's eyes looked at Joan deeply: "I mainly want to talk about it this time. In the future, I will step back behind the scenes, but I always need someone to do my work..."

"You don't want me to come, do you?"

The old man smiled and appreciated: "yes, so this judge's work is also to train you. Just show your strength and convince the public to preside over the work in the future."

The old man said about the work of the International Piano Association. Joan boasted that she was young and really didn't want to take the heavy responsibility: "old man, you know, my roots are in China, and I always want to go back..."