The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 417, this piano and this song

"You seem to be afraid of me?" Li Yu noticed the fear in Feng Yi's eyes again.

"No. I don't." The fear in Feng Yi's eyes disappeared, and he said after a moment of silence: "Are you a human or a ghost? Did you let me see these messy things?"

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the poor are naturally human beings, and layman, do you want to be a human or a ghost?" Li Yu paused: "Don't become a depraved ghost who goes against your original heart."

"What's the point of you showing me this now!" Feng Yi said excitedly: "I was abducted by human traffickers, and later the traffickers were arrested halfway, and then adopted by my current parents. I grew up healthily, and I got the love of my father. A mother's love is no less than that of my biological parents, if you bring her in front of me now, it will only disturb my life."

"Of course Pindao doesn't want your biological mother to disturb your life. Pindao just wants to let you know that she has never abandoned you from the beginning to now. The choice is yours, whether you recognize it or not, It all makes sense." Li Yu's figure gradually became illusory, and he said: "People who go against their hearts will never be able to play a good piano sound, because they can't even face their own feelings."

"Afraid that your adoptive parents will be disappointed? Want to get to know each other but are afraid of losing the love of your adoptive parents and the superior life they brought? If your piano sound is so chaotic, it means that your heart is already chaotic. If you are Iron Stone If it doesn't matter if you think about your biological mother in your heart, your heart will not be disturbed."

Saying that, Li Yu's figure disappeared.

The illusion continues.

Feng Yi saw it, and saw Ding Lian crying hysterically because of the loss of her son.

Feng Yi couldn't bear to listen to that painful voice, and his conscience was being hit hard.

"Stop crying, stop howling. Don't. I beg you. I really beg you."

Time passes very slowly in the illusion.

Within a month, Ding Lian's husband, Feng Yi's biological father, passed away, and the small house was left empty.

On the last day of this month, Ding Lian embarked on a journey to find her son.

A piece of vegetarian steamed buns, a pack of pickles, and two eggs are all the things you bring with you when you go out.

Every minute, every second, Feng Yi empathized with him, spending his life with his mother in the illusion.

one day.

One month.

One year.

ten years.

With photos, I visited all the way, looking for hope all the way, and reaping despair all the way.

He lives by picking up trash.

Feng Yi just watched it like this for ten years, no matter how hard he struggled for ten years, he couldn't break free from this illusion, he could only silently watch what happened in front of him.

Watching my mother looking for her own rapid aging, suffering from illness and pain in an inhuman form.

"Why doesn't she give up? I live a very happy life. Why doesn't she give up."

Feng Yi recalled his life in the past ten years, and his life can indeed be called happiness.

Wealthy, book-filled family, harmonious family atmosphere, everything is so beautiful.
No need to count how much chocolate you can eat for 30 yuan with your fingers.

There is no need to eat pickled vegetables and steamed buns for one meal, and only steamed buns for the next meal. You can eat exquisite meat dishes for every meal, and you can travel once a year, both overseas and domestically.

You can learn skills that many people do not have access to, such as guqin, for example, a good private school, and get the best teacher education.

They are all things that Ding Lian can't buy no matter how hard she tries. Some things can't be obtained without hard work.

The scene in the brain and the scene in front of me switch back and forth.

One side is her own happiness, and the other side is Ding Lian who is struggling to find herself.

Day after day, year after year, the same thing is repeated.

Without any discouragement, the belief in finding is supporting her body and her soul.

"I must find him. It's all because of my fault. He got lost. Is he cold, hungry, hungry, hungry, and wandering outside? Is he suffering?" Ding Lian While gnawing on the cold noodle steamed buns, he murmured.

No matter how hard-hearted he was, Feng Yi couldn't remain indifferent to this.

There is a strong impulse in my heart that is surging and surging.
"mom"

When he woke up again, Feng Yi found himself in tears.

Ten years of a dream, only 5 minutes have passed here.

A world of ice and snow, changing seasons, accompanied Ding Lian through ten years of life.

In the bridge hole, under the tree hole, in the alley.

The neon lights of the venue, elegant and clean furnishings.

It's like a dream.

Also burst into tears, and the judges and audience in the audience.

"What's the name of this song?" The old judge just now wiped his tears and said, "I've never heard such a beautiful song before, which celebrity played it?"

"Yes, it seems that I have played all the ups and downs of many years, and the taste is indescribable. Sure enough, Guqin is the best instrument to express emotions"

"It must be a wise man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life who created this piece of music. He has seen through it, but he still has the perseverance to persevere. It is simply a divine comedy."

"What's the name of this piece of music? This piece of music will definitely become famous."

Feng Yicai discovered that he still had traces of playing the guqin on his hands, and the marks of plucking nylon strings with his fingertips.

During the ten years of my dream, I played the tune.

It's done unconsciously.

With ten years of feelings in the illusion, I played a piece of music.

Did I really play a piece with emotion?

Subconsciously?

"This song... has no name." Feng Yi murmured, "No, it has a name."

Everyone is looking forward to it, hoping that Feng Yi can tell the name of this song, which celebrity created it.

Feng Yi staggered to his feet and murmured.

"The name and creator of this piece of music are called Ding Lian."

Feng Yi's words stunned everyone.

"Who is Ding Lian? Is the new guqin master? Why doesn't he seem to have heard of this name before?" The old judge wondered, and searched his head, but he didn't think of the guqin master named Ding Lian.

At this time, Feng Yi said with a complicated face.

"She is not a guqin expert, she may not even understand music, maybe she is just a woman you don't even look at when you see her, she is just a poor person who has been looking for her child for more than ten years"

At this time, Feng Yi bowed to the venue and said; "Sorry, there are some things I have to do."

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, Feng Yi jumped off the stage, rushed out of the venue, and out of the door
(End of this chapter)