Chapter: 623
A woman presumed to be a courtesan was playing the zither. Each time her long, white finger plucked a string, a clean sound would rang throughout the room.
When the courtesan finished her performance, the audience applauded vigorously.
�Wow!�
�You�re the best! I�ll definitely go to the Divine Fragrance Pavilion and find you.�
People seemed to know the identity of the courtesan. After the courtesan bowed shyly and stepped back, a new person came up to play.
He was an ordinary man who looked to be in his mid-late twenties.�
It was definitely Jin Geum-woo�s first time seeing the stranger�s face. However, he felt that the performer�s eyes were strangely familiar.
Suddenly, the eyes of the man and Jin Geum-woo met.
�That�s it.�
At that moment, Jin Geum-woo realized when he had seen the man�s eyes.
The day he first entered Chengdu, the secret gaze he felt at Four Sea Pavilion was the same as that of the man.
Pyo-wol�s alias was Lim Kwon-ok.
Born into a good family, he had a gentle and calm personality.�
He was very talented in business, so he made the fortune he inherited from his parents even bigger, and when his fortune had grown to his satisfaction, he began to learn music, which was his hobby as a child, in earnest.
That was the history of Lim Kwon-ok.
Lim Kwon-ok was a real person. A few years ago, while leaving the mountain, he met a robber and lost his life. Because he was a real person, no one doubted Pyo-wol�s identity.
Pyo-wol took the zither and went up to the stage.
The stage was just a little high platform.
Because the courtesan who played before him had raised the audience�s excitement, the eyes of those who looked at him were full of expectations.
Concerts held periodically by the band teacher to grasp the growth of the students were one of the specialties of Chengdu. Because of that, quite a few people came to enjoy the performance.
Pyo-wol sat down and started playing.
Tongdadang!
A calm stringing echoed through the hall.
Music was one way of learning about a person. The same score would sound different depending on how a person would play it.
Pyo-wol�s performance was calm, yet somehow sharp. So it felt like he was picking their emotions with a sharp awl.
The band teacher and students closed their eyes and listened to Pyo-wol�s performance. It was the same with the others who came to listen.
Won Ga-young admired Pyo-wol�s plucking.
�The technique isn�t that great, but the power in the notes is amazing. Every note is hit accurately and it contains a strong will.��
�Is that so?�
�Yeah! Judging from his poor technique, it doesn�t seem like it�s been a long time since he has learned the instrument. What a shame. If he had learned the zither a little earlier, he would have become a great musician.� JrNovels.com
When the courtesan finished her performance, the audience applauded vigorously.
�Wow!�
�You�re the best! I�ll definitely go to the Divine Fragrance Pavilion and find you.�
People seemed to know the identity of the courtesan. After the courtesan bowed shyly and stepped back, a new person came up to play.
He was an ordinary man who looked to be in his mid-late twenties.�
It was definitely Jin Geum-woo�s first time seeing the stranger�s face. However, he felt that the performer�s eyes were strangely familiar.
Suddenly, the eyes of the man and Jin Geum-woo met.
�That�s it.�
At that moment, Jin Geum-woo realized when he had seen the man�s eyes.
The day he first entered Chengdu, the secret gaze he felt at Four Sea Pavilion was the same as that of the man.
Pyo-wol�s alias was Lim Kwon-ok.
Born into a good family, he had a gentle and calm personality.�
He was very talented in business, so he made the fortune he inherited from his parents even bigger, and when his fortune had grown to his satisfaction, he began to learn music, which was his hobby as a child, in earnest.
That was the history of Lim Kwon-ok.
Lim Kwon-ok was a real person. A few years ago, while leaving the mountain, he met a robber and lost his life. Because he was a real person, no one doubted Pyo-wol�s identity.
Pyo-wol took the zither and went up to the stage.
The stage was just a little high platform.
Because the courtesan who played before him had raised the audience�s excitement, the eyes of those who looked at him were full of expectations.
Concerts held periodically by the band teacher to grasp the growth of the students were one of the specialties of Chengdu. Because of that, quite a few people came to enjoy the performance.
Pyo-wol sat down and started playing.
Tongdadang!
A calm stringing echoed through the hall.
Music was one way of learning about a person. The same score would sound different depending on how a person would play it.
Pyo-wol�s performance was calm, yet somehow sharp. So it felt like he was picking their emotions with a sharp awl.
The band teacher and students closed their eyes and listened to Pyo-wol�s performance. It was the same with the others who came to listen.
Won Ga-young admired Pyo-wol�s plucking.
�The technique isn�t that great, but the power in the notes is amazing. Every note is hit accurately and it contains a strong will.��
�Is that so?�
�Yeah! Judging from his poor technique, it doesn�t seem like it�s been a long time since he has learned the instrument. What a shame. If he had learned the zither a little earlier, he would have become a great musician.� JrNovels.com
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