Then I ask Norman, a Scottish college, to play a partition on the newly restored violin. He chooses a closed office and the Scottish music stats bouncing between the Algeco’s walls. We travel to his island for a moment. When the last notes are all over, I turn back and see the tearful eyes of Yuan standing next to the door. “I’ve never heard such music from this violin” he murmurs with a vibrant voice.
The violin made by Nicolas Bertholini in France, belonged to the grandfather of his father. It stayed for at least 30 years untouched in the attic. Yuan wishes to make it a surprise gift to his father. And the Scottish has repaired and tuned the violin to its perfect state.
Our lunch time has been just over.
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