You threw away my necklace when I graduated, and ten years later I taught your daughter how to play the piano.
At the graduation prom, Zhou Yubai took a picture of the necklace that I had treasured for three years.
"Is two million enough to buy Miss Shen's first love?" He asked me in front of all the teachers and students in the school.
Then he put the necklace on his fiancée's neck and said, "Fake and genuine, it's just right."
Ten years later, I was a touring pianist and he was the king of a business empire.
In order to save my teacher, I was forced to take over as the tutor of his daughter. The little princess made it difficult for me to play "Flight of the Bumblebee", and while the keys were flying around, he lost his mind at the door.
Late at night, he drunkenly knocked on the door: "That necklace from back then..." I pointed to the scandal photos exposed by the media in the trash can: "Mr. Zhou, fakes should stay where fakes are." Later, he gave up tens of billions of his fortune for me and chased a car in a heavy rain.
The car window was rolled down, and there was a faded piano score lying in his palm: "Now... Are you qualified to play your variations?"
