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Chapter 1650: Chapter 1319: Ode to Joy

Bright Spring March.

It should have been a sunny day, but today it started to rain lightly.

Lin Yuan took the driver’s car to a certain neighborhood. Today he was visiting someone.

Ding dong.

He rang the doorbell, and the door was opened by a little girl.

When the little girl saw Lin Yuan at the door, her eyes suddenly widened in surprise. Her emotions were a bit excited, and she blurted out two words:

"Daddy Fish..."

And behind the little girl, a young man was also shocked to see Lin Yuan, this influential figure on Blue Star, in their home. However, he was obviously more composed than the little girl:

"Lin Yuan!"

"May I ask if you are with Mr. Wei Shujing?"

"I am his daughter, and this is my brother!"

The girl answered eagerly, her eyes burning as she looked at Lin Yuan.

"Hello."

Lin Yuan held a bag of fruit in his hand, smiled, and greeted them: "I am here to visit Mr. Wei Shujing."

The visit to Wei Shujing was partly because the elderly man had helped him a lot. The other reason was that Lin Yuan and Qin Zhen planned a symphonic showdown and needed his help. Visiting in person seemed more sincere.

Yes.

Lin Yuan had already prepared a new symphonic work, now missing a conductor.

Previously, "The Fate Symphony" was conducted by Wei Shujing, and their collaboration was very delightful, so he intended to continue working with him on this new piece.

However,

The young man’s eyes darkened upon hearing this: "My dad is sick."

The girl also looked sad, but still courteously invited Lin Yuan inside: "Daddy is lying inside. He’ll be happy knowing you came to see him. He often talks about you to us these days."

Sick?

Lin Yuan felt a pang in his heart, put down the fruit, and entered a room.

Inside the room.

Wei Shujing was lying on the bed, looking unwell, his complexion somewhat pale, with a thin oxygen tube attached to his nose.

Seeing Lin Yuan, the old man smiled:

"You’ve come."

"Mr. Wei, your health..."

Lin Yuan felt a deep concern; he hadn’t expected the old man to look this ill. The elderly man he’d seen healthy just last time now needed an oxygen tube.

"People age; it’s inevitable."

The old man seemed at peace, still smiling despite the oxygen tube, as if happy to see Lin Yuan visit.

His daughter was displeased: "Dad, what are you saying? Medicine is very advanced now!"

The young man also muttered: "You can’t approach treatment with this mindset. It’s just cancer; we’ll get hospitalized and treat it slowly this afternoon."

Cancer.

Lin Yuan sighed, not asking further.

Cancer remains an unsolved problem, both on Blue Star and Earth.

At this moment, Lin Yuan cared less about collaboration and asked the system within him: "Is there anything that can help him?"

"Sorry, host, the system cannot provide assistance."

"I can do tasks..."

"Sorry."

Lin Yuan’s mood grew heavy.

In terms of music conducting, the elderly man had shared almost everything with Lin Yuan.

To Lin Yuan, Mr. Wei’s status was akin to Yang Zhongming’s, deserving to be called teacher.

Seeing him in such condition, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but feel sad.

Wei Shujing said: "You all need not comfort me. I know my health very well. I’ve lived long enough, just a pity I won’t hear little Lin’s music anymore."

"Whenever you want to listen, I’ll play it for you."

Lin Yuan spoke earnestly.

The old man felt comforted: "Your kind thought is enough. You probably came today for something else, didn’t you?"

"I have a symphonic piece and wanted to collaborate with you, but I didn’t know about your condition before."

"I’ve disappointed you; I can’t be of help anymore."

"Please don’t say that, health is the most important!"

Lin Yuan understood well what health meant, having experienced it himself.

Without the system, he wouldn’t even be alive today. Unfortunately, the system could save him but not others.

Wei Shujing sighed:

"It’s a pity I can’t conduct your symphony anymore; I don’t even know if I can hear your new work."

"You definitely will!"

Lin Yuan promised.

The old man smiled more broadly: "I hope so. I can recommend a few very talented conductors whose abilities are no less than mine."

"No need. Since it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll try it myself."

Lin Yuan knew conducting but wasn’t as skillful as the elderly man.

But there were solutions; if necessary, he could trade with the system for relevant skills and conduct it himself.

In his heart, Lin Yuan still wished to collaborate once more with this elder whom he respected most.

"You’ll conduct yourself?"

The old man laughed, in good spirits: "You can certainly give it a try yourself. I’ve taught you some things before, and your talent is great."

"That’s why you are my teacher."

There were two people Lin Yuan could genuinely call teacher — Yang Zhongming, and Wei Shujing.

"Having you call me teacher, I have no regrets anymore."

Wei Shujing’s smile grew even brighter.

His mindset was indeed positive, having grown old and looked at life and death with ease: "This illness was discovered early. ’The Fate Symphony’ was my last time conducting. I knew then, so I treasured it, and felt grateful and moved."

"Teacher."

Lin Yuan showed his pupil’s respect: "Please take care."

...

Until the doctor arrived.

Together with Wei Shujing’s children, Lin Yuan helped send the old man to the hospital’s special care ward.

Returning home, Lin Yuan’s mood grew even heavier: "System, I want to exchange for Master Level conducting skills."

"Okay."

Two minutes later.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, as if something had added itself to his mind.

Without excitement or wonder, Lin Yuan immediately contacted the orchestra he collaborated with last time.

About a week later.

Lin Yuan personally brought a recorded video to the hospital to visit Wei Shujing.

This time.

Wei Shujing’s health hadn’t improved, appearing even worse, speaking with evident weakness.

However, when the old man saw Lin Yuan’s recorded video, his laughter was full of solace:

"You conducted it very well."

"It’s thanks to your teaching."

"Better than the conducting, your symphonic piece was excellent, especially the fourth movement, with the choir. It’s amazing, even more stunning than The Fate Symphony. What’s its name?"

"The fourth movement is called ’Ode to Joy.’

"Ode to Joy..."

The old man smiled again: "Good name."

The Ninth Symphony, composed by Ludwig Van Beethoven, was completed at the end of 1823.

Also known as the "Choral Symphony," it has four movements and is recognized in the music world as Beethoven’s highest achievement in the field of symphonies.

Lin Yuan worked overtime to record it, hoping the elderly man could hear the piece soon.

They say offering flowers to Buddha, he wished to dedicate this beloved symphonic work to his teacher.