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Early in the morning, Zhou Yifei ran to Fanlin automatically.

I haven't forgotten to discredit my cousin.

"Uncle sleeps late and can't wake up by shouting at all, so I came by myself."

Zhou Yifei looked like a good punctual boy, "Brother Zhong, what time do we leave, I have all my things with me!"

He was carrying a sports bag, obviously prepared.

Zhong Ying was at a loss, but out of safety considerations, he asked, "What did you bring?"

"Uncle said that there is a talented pianist in Yiyi's family who is good at extremely difficult music skills and can give advice on my works! I copied my works overnight, and the whole bag is a mobile hard drive."

He also trembled, and made the sound of the hard drive, "This is the meeting gift!"

Zhou Yifei talked about the meeting ceremony, but in his heart he was thinking about success, a pianist with a discerning eye.

Zhong Ying listened to his vivid narration:

A well-known music tycoon sent the audio tape of his work to the record company, and the boss made a decision on the spot, making a great story.

There is also a well-known electronic music tycoon, who accidentally sent a copy of the copy given to a friend to a hidden musician, who immediately shocked everyone with his skills and became famous all over the world.

In short, with Li Jinqiu's praise, Lian Junan made Zhou Yifei full of fantasy.

He said with reason: "My uncle, who looks down on others so much, can praise this pianist, which shows that he must be very keen on electronic music."

The kid's eyes sparkled, "As expected, Brother Yiyi is also a genius."

The pianist who has no emotion but only skill has received exaggerated praise from Li Jinqiu.

Zhong Ying knew why after a little thought.

He checked Remix and electronic music at home, and this kind of music with drum beats is indeed noisy.

Zhong Ying fully understood Li Jinqiu's dislike, but he didn't expect that Li Jinqiu didn't like it to such an extent.

The empathetic Zhong Ying did not expose, let alone dampen the enthusiasm of the children.

He smiled and said, "Then remember to leave the hard drive and let the pianist appreciate it alone."

"No problem!" Zhou Yifei said he received it, "I will definitely ask him to give suggestions, and after re-editing, I will use the best composition, please enjoy it together."

Although Zhong Ying didn't mean that, but the same goal by different routes, everyone is happy.

The journey to Yiyi's house was short and lively.

Little Zhou Yifei can support a lonely trip by himself, and Zhong Ying has full confidence in him.

Knocking on the closed door, the first thing I saw was Lian Jun'an, who was still unselfish.

However, the pianist turned his gaze, looked at Zhong Ying and then at Zhou Yifei.

The anger continues to burn!

Can't drive away the big one, and bring a small one? !

"Brother, are you here?"

Before he could sneer, an anxious question came from behind him.

With a dark face, Lian Junan stepped aside and answered angrily, "Here we are."

Zhong Ying and Zhou Yifei walked in and finally saw Lian Shengyi.

Today's adorable little girl has her perky braids back to hide her yellowish fever and is tied with colorful hair ties.

"Hello, Teacher Zhong."

She greeted him politely, and looked curiously at Zhou Yifei with her dark and clear eyes.

Zhong Ying found it strange, he thought Zhou Yifei would introduce himself cheerfully, but unexpectedly at this moment, he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"Xiao Fei?"

Zhong Ying had no choice but to pat the kid on the shoulder, signaling him to speak quickly.

Zhou Yifei didn't expect that Yiyi was cuter than he looked in the video, and his voice was better than he imagined.

The usually arrogant and arrogant character suddenly turned awkward, and after being slapped by Zhong Ying, he shyly introduced himself:

"Yiyi, I, my name is Xixifei!"

Lian Shengyi looked bewildered, and politely called out, "Hello, Brother Xi."

Xi Ge exploded immediately, "No, no, my name is Zhou Yifei, and Southwest Fei is my ID, and I am, that is, Southwest Fei!"

Zhong Ying finally felt that what Li Jinqiu said was unreliable.

Children usually speak like storytellers, and my Yiyi has become a mantra of boasting and bragging.

In front of the true master, he was so unlucky.

Zhong Ying helplessly made a sound and helped him straighten out the meaning.

"Yiyi, he is actually your fan. He is Xixifei who often gives you fireworks on your video site."

"Wow!"

Lian Shengyi's face was full of surprise, "I have fans?"

She didn't seem to know about the fireworks, so she subconsciously looked at Lian Junan, "Brother, why didn't you tell me that a fan gave me fireworks?"

A little girl doesn't know how to reward fireworks, and she also knows that Zhou Yifei gave her a "gift".

Who knows, Lian Jun'an remembered it when she asked her such a question.

"It's you?!"

Lian Junan couldn't restrain his temper, "I spend all day brushing flowers, leaving messages for Yiyi, and asking questions, what's your purpose?"

Zhou Yifei was taken aback by his question.

Before explaining, Lian Shengyi reached out and grabbed the angry pianist's clothes with a serious expression.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Yiyi said in a calm voice, as if he was angry, "This is my fan. Of course he likes my video, so he will leave me a message and slap me."

"It's fine if you keep it from me, but you still dare to murder him?!"

The younger sister became fierce, and even if Junan suspected Zhou Yifei had ulterior motives, he was dragged out of his anger.

"Apologize." Lian Shengyi tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Lian Junan stared fiercely at Zhou Yifei, and replied perfunctorily, "...I'm sorry."

"Also, thank you?"

"Huh?" Lian Jun'an didn't understand, so it's fine if he doesn't scold Zhou Yifei to death, thank you?

"What am I thanking him for?"

He asked a rhetorical question, and Lian Shengyi silently let go of his hand.

But she walked up to Zhou Yifei and said seriously: "Brother Zhou Yifei, thank you for liking my video, and thank you for sending me fireworks. But usually my brother and mother manage my website. If I Knowing that you sent me fireworks, I will definitely thank you personally."

She spoke very sincerely, and even apologized for Lian Junan, "Also, I'm sorry, my brother has a bad temper and loves to get angry. He is a spoiled bad boy, and I apologize for him. Don't blame him. "

The spoiled bad Junan suddenly widened his eyes.

His sister basically doesn't see outsiders very much, and this is what she learned from some messy TV series to apologize for others!

Lian Junan reached out and grabbed his sister's shoulder, and before he could seriously correct him, Lian Shengyi glared at him angrily.

"Brother, say thank you to Brother Zhou Yifei, otherwise I will ignore you in the future!"

It is categorical, and it is a hundred times more real than Lian Junan's rogue without special effects.

"...Thank you for liking my sister's video."

Lian Junan is capable of bending and stretching, and has become a good brother who knows his mistakes and can correct them.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Zhou Yifei scratched his hair in embarrassment. One was a young genius he liked, and the other was a pianist he had high hopes for. How could he be angry?

"I do this from the heart, not out of gratitude."

Zhou Yifei grabbed his backpack and said expectantly: "If I can hear your live performance, I will be satisfied."

Lian Junan:? ? ?

It's not for the sake of gratitude, but dare to make an inch of it?

Before my brother could get angry, Yiyi's eyebrows showed excitement, and he clapped his hands happily.

"Okay, what music do you like, I'll go to the music room and play it for you."

The lonely music room finally has a small audience.

Zhou Yifei, who was shy and introverted just now, was so excited that he could appreciate Yiyi's live performance immediately, revealing his undisguised nature.

"Yiyi, I listened to you playing Little Xingxing, so I wanted to ask you if you knew "The Marriage of Figaro"."

"There is also the pipa. I heard others play "House of Flying Daggers" before, and I felt that your playing must be more artistic."

"I don't know if you have heard this song "Canon". It is super healing and especially suitable for you!"

Zhou Yifei walked all the way, pouring out all his thoughts of the past year.

Lian Shengyi stared at him silently with his dark eyes.

"Did I talk too much..." Zhou Yifei asked shyly.

"No." Lian Shengyi shook his head, his braids tied with colorful hair ropes swayed slightly, "It's just that there are some tunes that I may not have learned before. I have to listen to them before I can play them to you."

"Can you play it for me after listening to it once?" Zhou Yifei was almost moved to tears by the talent and confidence blessed by God.

He said: "I envy you to death, if I want your talent, my mother has to kneel down for me."

Zhou Yifei was so excited that he was incoherent, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Lian Shengyi opened his eyes wide and smiled slightly, watching him skillfully take out his phone and search for his favorite music.

"I envy you too." She whispered.

Her voice was so weak that Zhou Yifei, who was focused on searching for the music, didn't hear her.

Zhong Ying heard it.

Lian Shengyi's expression was full of anticipation, he watched Zhou Yifei's skillful movements curiously, fiddled with the phone as usual, and searched for what he wanted.

Zhong Ying felt that maybe he understood her envy.

The little eagle locked in a warm and gorgeous cage always longs for the blue sky of freedom.

He sighed, and looked at Lian Junan, who looked alert and didn't notice anything strange about his sister.

"Mr. Lian isn't going out today?"

Lian Junan became angry when he heard the words, and glanced at him, "Why don't you go out, are you not satisfied?"

He is usually active in Europe, but this time he has been staying in the city, mainly because of the arrangement of his teacher.

Yesterday's rehearsal delayed him staying at home to guard Yiyi, Lian Junan was already very upset.

Now, Zhong Ying still thinks he is in the way?

However, Zhong Ying just smiled.

"I'm not dissatisfied. I just remembered that Mr. Lian is a busy and excellent pianist."

Even Junan could feel the ridicule all the time.

If Lian Shengyi hadn't happily opened the door of the music room, he would definitely have done it.

affim!

The journey to the music room was short, but it was enough for Zhou Yifei to pull out his beloved "Canon", poke it to the loudest, and play it for Lian Shengyi to listen to.

The soothing and soft music keeps repeating the melody, but after the creator's modification, it becomes a kind of clear and clear gentleness.

"This is indeed a different Canon."

Lian Shengyi grew up in the environment of a pianist. Even without the Internet and social interaction, she still learned countless classic pieces of music.

However, "Canon" broadcast by Zhou Yifei from the Internet is not exactly Pachelbel's D major.

She turned on all the lights and walked to the grand piano. She didn't need to listen to the recording again. She glanced at the black and white keys and knew where to start her talk.

The bright and soft melody in the music room is Lian Shengyi's "Canon".

Her repeated syllables are like repeating a ray of sunshine.

Warm, sad, and irresistibly radiant.

Her playing is not a simple imitation, but has absorbed the best rules of the online version, added her own thinking, and played her own emotions.

Zhou Yifei has listened to countless videos of Yiyi, and falls asleep in the melody she created every day.

However, there is no sound in any video that can be as gentle and clear as what Lian Shengyi is playing now, which made him excitedly take out his mobile phone to record.

The melody is warm and sunny, playing the classic "Canon".

The tone is sad and desolate, hiding the melancholy of the performer.

It's a pity that Zhou Yifei's head was dizzy, and after recording the whole "Canon", he almost couldn't find his soul.

"Yiyi, you are so cute and gentle! I want to go home and deal with this part, it will be my cell phone ringtone for the rest of my life!"

After speaking, he suddenly became aware of something.

Looking back, Lian Junan's gaze was so hot that it would kill someone.

Zhou Yifei only remembered to tell Zhong Ying, "Brother Zhong, what I said just now, don't tell my uncle, I'm afraid he'll kill me."

Zhong Ying laughed out loud.

Lian Shengyi didn't know which uncle was so domineering, but still happily suggested:

"Brother Zhou Yifei, I have better recording and video equipment here, I can play a part for you again."

"Really?"

Zhou Yifei was overjoyed, and looked at the familiar professional equipment in the music room, "Is that all?"

"Yeah." Lian Shengyi nodded, looking for his usual helper, "Brother."

However, Lian Jun'an remained unmoved, and was still proud of his favor.

"I won't help you." His voice was sarcastic and arrogant, "Your teacher Zhong is capable, so I asked you teacher Zhong to help you."

He had seen it in the surveillance, Zhong Ying is a computer illiterate, he can't even use special effects software,

Lian Junan waited for Zhong Ying to be at a loss, and begged him for help!

Who knows, Zhou Yifei chuckled, "There is no need to bother Brother Zhong, I am good at this."

Lian Junan:?

The irascible brother has calculated thousands of times, and he has missed a little electronic music remix master.

Not to mention that Zhou Yifei is proficient in global professional music editing software, it is more than enough to be sent as a temporary worker for video editing and special effects.

Not to mention turning on video equipment, he can also repair computers!

Although the set of video recording equipment in front of him was super advanced, Zhou Yifei maintained the self-learning ability of a young master, and turned on the screen after a while.

"Okay, let me see, this is recording, this is transmission."

As Zhou Yifei fiddled, the desired screen appeared on the computer.

Lian Shengyi's face was full of joy, "Yes, my brother usually helps me record videos, and that's how it is."

Lian Junan fell out of favor completely.

He couldn't figure it out, how come this kid is only sixteen and doesn't have any trouble using such a complicated English-language professional software?

Really got it out!

Zhou Yifei didn't care, anyway, the equipment didn't break after testing, so he tried it crazily. The equipment is not as important as video recording for Yiyi.

When he tried to master this set of advanced and professional video recording tools according to his usual exploration experience, his instinct could not be suppressed.

"Oh, Yiyi, you are so happy."

From the computer screen, he can see the smell of burning money in video equipment, "This pixel, this sound quality, and the 100T super solid state of your computer, it is very suitable for audio editing."

Zhou Yifei flipped over the setting in his hand, and kept talking about it.

"It's different to be talented. I want to learn music, but my mother always says I don't have talent, so I want to study medicine. How can there be electronic music in medicine—"

Just as he was talking, two windows popped up on the screen, and Zhou Yifei calmly finished debugging, "Okay, it's started."

He looked at the little genius expectantly, and said, "Yiyi try it, I guarantee that the sound quality will be better than the video you usually record!"

For a real technology boss, making a casual promise will hurt Junan's heart.

Little brat, the first time he got their video equipment, he dared to lie and say that this time is better than before.

What do you mean?

To rebel!

Lian Junan narrowed his eyes and glared at Zhou Yifei.

However, the happy kid didn't feel his anger at all, and excitedly waited for the first piece of music to be recorded for his family.

So, Yiyi walked back to the grand piano.

She was silent for a moment before replaying the "Canon" that she improvised.

The music is still gentle and healing, and even the slight sadness when playing it at the beginning is removed, leaving only a piece of peace and harmony.

Zhou Yifei was immersed in the music world created by Lian Shengyi, feeling the irresistible charm of a genius every minute and every second.

At the end of the short piece of music, Zhou Yifei applauded excitedly for her.

Lian Shengyi had never seen such enthusiasm, her thin and pale face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"I can't play well."

She looked at Lian Junan as if asking for help, "My brother plays "Canon" the best."

Lian Junan's skills can never make up for the lack of affection.

Even if Lian Shengyi's recorded version of "Canon" is far less gentle and clear than the one she improvised, it is not music he can play.

He looked at Zhou Yifei, not wanting to lose face in front of outsiders.

Then he shied away and said: "Today my hand hurts, I don't want to play."

Zhou Yifei's interest in Lian Junan was limited to his taste.

Seeing that the pianist who was proud of his talent didn't give him face, he immediately found another genius he had been coveting for a long time.

"Brother Zhong, come for a while!"

His eyes sparkled, and he finally caught the opportunity to witness Shuanggen, "I heard from my uncle that the piano you play is simply a fairy piano, and now there are 600 million Steinways in Yiyi, so don't come here when you can't miss it!"

Encouraging people to play the piano is like selling.

After hearing this, Lian Shengyi smiled brightly. Without the pretense of a forced smile, she looked even more lively and cute with curved eyebrows.

Zhong Ying thought for a while and walked over.

The music room was beating the video quietly, and the light and gentle "Canon" was still condensed in the air.

But Zhong Ying raised his hand to press the keys and played the music. Everything was sunny, comfortable and warm, but was carefully pierced by a soft sharp knife.

Lian Junan's face was livid.

Lian Shengyi looked surprised.

The piano music that once resounded in the Vienna Concert Hall has been perfectly restored by Zhong Ying and returned to the musicians who created it.

Sad, dull, hopeful piano piece, with a delicate sense of suffocation that dissolves the air, tells a mellow and immature longing.

Zhong Ying played a gentle and slow melody, without any haste that Lian Junan added at will.

Let that flexible piece of music resound through the music room where the video was recorded in a more realistic appearance.

He likes Yi Yi's talent.

He likes Lian Shengyi's smile.

He wanted to give the little girl back the freedom she deserved.

So start with—exploding a lie.

The impromptu song without a name was not long, but everyone present was silent.

Zhou Yifei couldn't describe the sadness welling up in his heart, it was like a little fluff scratching his heartless chest.

"Brother Zhong, your piano is too good."

He sighed with emotion in a low voice, "As expected of being the guest of the music festival I booked in advance, it would be even better if you and Yiyi played with both hands together."

The kid's suggestion with ulterior motives didn't get any support.

After Zhong Ying finished playing the piano, he turned his head and saw Lian Shengyi's expression of being too shocked.

"Yiyi?" Zhou Yifei also noticed her abnormality, and poked her with his elbow.

Lian Shengyi came back to his senses as if in shock, looked at Zhou Yifei with complicated eyes, and finally looked at Zhong Ying with hidden fear.

"Mr. Zhong...why do you play this piece?"

Zhong Ying glanced past the innocent Yi Yi, and looked at the blue-faced culprit.

"Because, this is an improvisation composed by your brother."