Li Nian was curious about one thing: how did Zhong Yue, an orphan, have the money to study music? After all, one cannot get into the Nanjing Academy of Fine Arts just by looking good.
"Someone funded me." Zhong Yue answered briefly.
Li Nian was gossiping: "Hey, there are people who can recognize heroes before me? You have to explain this to me clearly, otherwise we will sleep in separate beds tonight."
Zhong Yue's cold face turned red: "What do you mean?"
"Come, let's do the math. You said you started learning piano in elementary school. How much did a piano cost in the 1990s? You were recommended to study vocal music in high school. Even if it didn't cost much, the tuition fee must have been a sum of money, right?" Li Nian crossed his legs. "When I met you, you already had two good guitars, a Martin and a Taylor. At the time, I thought you were a non-mainstream rebellious youth who didn't eat or drink to buy a guitar. Now I think that's not the case. After all this time, is there anyone supporting you?"
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