Chapter 16: Meeting by coincidence.

The lovely sound of the piano, the familiar song, and the new interpretation approach instantly calmed the restless throng.

On the quiet beach, everyone looked in John's way and listened carefully.

The man and lady who lent John the piano exchanged glances, clasped hands, and moved to sit next to him, leaning against each other and closing their eyes to listen.

John plucked the strings with his nimble fingers, eyes slightly closed, no expression on his face, utterly immersed in his own musical universe.

After the final note was played, cheers erupted from all around him. When John opened his eyes, he observed a large crowd gathered, with some individuals yelling for an encore. 

He squinted his eyes, grinned, muttered thank you, and resumed playing the strings, his favorite "Lian Lian Feng Chen". He had no trouble determining whether or not those who eat melons comprehend Chinese. It is not true that music has no borders. Besides, he only wanted to play it for himself.

"That day, at dusk, white snow began to fall..."

Beautiful music, strange language, somewhat scratchy voice with hints of grief and reluctance. The majority of the individuals surrounding were silently listening, with some whispering and chatting.

Not far from the crowd, a man and woman were walking slowly hugging each other, "Hubby, listen, someone is singing your song; I didn't expect to hear it here."

The woman had short hair and was really small. She addressed the man in a clear voice.

The man was fat, had long hair, and wore black-rimmed spectacles. His appearance was really unfavorable. He simply nodded, took the woman's hand, and moved gently toward the source of the music.

"You play the piano well."

The man appeared to be speaking to the woman or to himself. It was a pleasure to hear familiar tunes and songs in a different land, particularly those he wrote. Of course, a little proud.

They walked hand in hand to where John was. Because the people surrounding him were scattered and not crowded, they were taken aback when they saw John playing and singing with the light.

They initially thought it was a Chinese singer, but they soon realized it was a lovely white guy speaking standard Chinese. They were completely astonished. The two glanced at one other with amazement in their eyes.

But he quickly recovered from his amazement, looked around, and discovered an open seat. The man laid the cloths on the sand, and the two of them sat silently to listen.

Applause broke out after one piece was played. Maybe it was more courteous than grateful. John carelessly shrugged his shoulders, indifferently. When he noticed several individuals holding DVDs and photographing him, he had an idea and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips. He tilted his head up, showing a smirk.

I remembered the thirteen language versions of "ifyou" that I had memorized sentence by sentence prior to journeying through time.

Beautiful guitar opening, then the first line in Chinese, followed by Korean, Spanish, English, Russian, Thai, English, Japanese, and German. ....Although John's Spanish retroflex is not typical, the mix of so many languages and lovely melodies startled the audience, who were initially upset to hear songs in strange languages.

Everyone knew what was going on, and applause and cheers erupted when original music and songs in a variety of languages were performed.

Gao Xiaosong's tall obese man gazed at John, surprised. As a musician, he offers a unique viewpoint on music appreciation. This is an excellent piece of music. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a divine melody. He is quite amazed. Dee was astounded by his talent.

The young man holding the DVD footage was overjoyed and zoomed in on the camera, hoping to capture an image of John. He began filming when John began playing the Titanic theme song. As an avid YouTube video collector, this video will undoubtedly be recommended on the homepage.

Amid loud screams and ovation, John handed over the guitar to the young couple who had been captivated by his song. Under the girl's burning gaze, he immediately fled the shore, to the cheers of everyone.

After breaking away from the mob, he returned his attention to the audience, who were still discussing it. He shook his head, laughing. He was very serious about showing off.

He opened his arms, glanced up at the stars, then reverted to his former stance and strolled gently toward the small village in a relaxed manner.

"I'm sorry, sir, can I get to know you?"

An unknown voice emerged from behind. John frowned slightly, paused, and looked back.

Um?

Gao Xiaosong!

Why is it him?

When he saw the tall fat man dragging the thin woman quickly towards him, he couldn't help but be shocked and pleased.

This is the first star he has had close contact with in both his previous and current lives. It is impossible not to be excited. After all, he's had the attitude of a regular person for over 30 years.

Although Fatty Gao felt it was a bit abrupt to stop the other party, curiosity eventually won out after some struggle. As a musician, he will naturally be tempted when he hears a fantastic original song, even if it is from another country. .And John was frightened of overreacting and saying something unusual, so he quietly took a big breath, pretended not to recognize each other, and said with a nice smile on his face: "Hey guys, of course there is no problem, are you Chinese?"

For no apparent reason, Fatty Gao and his wife were incredibly nice, with conventional Chinese pronunciation and no odd foreigner accent.

"Your Chinese is really good. This is really surprising. I'm really sorry. I was a little abrupt."

Fatty Gao seemed surprised. Although he had just heard the other party sing a Chinese song and assumed that the other party spoke Chinese, he did not anticipate him to speak in such a conventional style. He apologized once more for his arrogance in a very nice manner.

Despite his excitement, he continued, "No, no, it doesn't matter. You don't need to keep apologizing. It's nice to meet you."

He shook hands with the other person and smiled, saying, "I speak Chinese well; even though I am only one-quarter Chinese, many Chinese cannot speak it as well as I do."

"Haha, indeed." Hearing the other party brag a little about his linguistic talents, Fatty Gao and his wife couldn't help but laugh. The ancient beauty had no idea what modesty was.

After a few laughs, the two realized it was impolite and hurriedly said: "I forgot to introduce myself. Gao Xiaosong, a Chinese, is a musician. This is my fiancée Xu Canjin."

"Hey men, you're in luck. Hello ma'am, you're beautiful, nice to meet you, John Smith, you can call me John."

John did not say much about himself, but he taunted Gao Xiaosong with an exaggerated expression and complemented Xi Youmi.

"Thank you," Xi Youmi said with a bashful smile.

"Hey, Gao, you said you are a musician?" John smiled at Xi Youmi before turning to Fatty Gao and asking.

"Yes, he is quite famous in China," Fatty Gao stated humbly, boasting of his knowledge and education.

John murmured softly, surprised, "Wow, that's really good." Perhaps life is like a play, and everything depends on his playing abilities, which have become increasingly natural.

"The song "Lian Lian Feng Chen" you just sang is his work." Xi Youmi appeared to be frightened that her lover would be looked down upon by foreigners, so she spoke up at every opportunity.

"Ah," John said slowly, then tapped Gao Xiaosong's shoulder familiarly and remarked in surprise: "Hey, man, I like that song, the lyrics are great. Sorry, I'm so sorry for Huaxia; I don't know much about it, so... you can understand it, right?"

"Hahaha, I understand. Gao Xiaosong smiled at Xi Youmi and remarked, "I'm glad you like that song."

John screamed, "Wow, God, this is simply magnificent." After calming down, he said, "Are you here to travel?"

"No, we moved to California." Gao Xiaosong held Mi Youxi's hand, looked at her compassionately, and explained to John.

"Oh, welcome to America, the nasty capitalist nation!"John replied teasingly, a nasty smirk on his lips.

Gao Xiaosong and Mi Youxi both chuckled at the same time, and the joke may only be understood by those who are familiar with China.

The two parties had become acquainted, and John invited them to have a drink. The three of them joked all the way back to the small town, where they found an open-air bar. Because there was no language barrier or cultural differences that would cause a sense of strangeness, the three of them chatted very happily. The drink was also a little high.

After the two exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet again, John drank too much and didn't want to deal with the hassle of getting home, so he booked a hotel room.