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Zhong Ying returned to the music room, opened the door and heard a smooth melody.

However, the one sitting in front of the piano is not the beautiful and lovely little angel, but the big brother Zhou Yifei.

Zhou Yifei focused on the appearance of the keys, and he has the temperament of a pianist.

Flying fingers, body moves with the piano.

It's a pity that the music he played has no gesture of pressing the notes, but lacks the emotion that the music should have, so that a piece of music that should be beautiful has become a fairly smooth melody.

Even without any annotations, Zhong Ying could still hear that he was using the piano to arrange "Long Song Xing" which belongs to the erhu.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the image of leaves falling and turning yellow is very obvious, but it's just according to the script, a little boring and dry.

"Oh, I still can't."

Zhou Yifei finished the climax, gave a faded epilogue in embarrassment, and hurriedly stopped.

"The section just now didn't produce the effect I wanted at all. If I replaced it with my uncle's synthesizer, I would definitely be able to change it even better!"

He only wished he hadn't been able to smuggle out the synthesizer from Li Jinqiu's music room. With such an advanced and convenient electronic sound equipment, he only needs to input the score to play a perfect melody!

However, his audience gave a different evaluation.

"But, I think it's pretty good."

Yiyi's voice was gentle and full of praise, "Maybe the melody is weaker, but your emotions are full!"

Zhong Ying smiled and agreed: "Yiyi is right, you have a lot of emotion."

It was so full that he could feel that the music was full of Zhou Yifei's embarrassment, pain and troubles, and the sincerity that he tried hard to express well.

This may be the best compliment Zhou Yifei has ever received. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he was humble in his heart.

"Where is it, it's still not changed, it's not changed."

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze and raised his hand to press the keys again.

"This presto is too perfunctory. The main reason is that my technique is too poor. I should play it faster."

"There is also this part of the harmony, which changes too bluntly. If my fingers are more dexterous, it may sound better."

Little by little, he carefully picks his performance.

The piano keys were tinkling with his fingertips, exhausting Zhou Yifei's thinking, trying to improve the "Long Song Xing" just now.

Zhong Ying saw that his fingers were quick and he clearly understood what kind of melody he wanted, and he was moved by the wonder of blood relationship.

Because this child looks very much like Li Jinqiu.

The same seriousness, the same love of music.

Even if they are not good at the piano, they can still express their deepest emotions on the black and white keys.

Lian Shengyi stood aside, listened to Zhou Yifei's corrections, and sat next to him.

"Is that right?"

She reached out her hand decisively and played "Long Song Xing" which Zhou Yifei had just revised.

The elegant melody is like a garden bathed in spring rain, giving life to the withered grass that Zhou Yifei has crushed casually.

The gentle notes are like the green sunflowers under the warm sun, spreading out the green leaves in bunches, replacing the mud that Zhou Yifei stepped into the ground.

The "Long Song Xing" played by Lian Shengyi firmly caught Zhou Yifei's intention of adapting it, but it brought with it a musical thought that a genius could not conceal.

What was once mediocre music on expensive keyboards has regained its lively, cheerful and heart-warming appearance.

Zhong Ying didn't disturb the children's happiness.

He stood quietly at the side, watching the little angel wearing an olive branch wreath, playing the most gentle song in the world, the dew goes away, spring goes and autumn comes.

It is indeed a pity that such a genius is not known.

However, compared to the tense waiting and nervousness that must be experienced on a stage performance, it seems that enjoying music with ease and joy is more suitable for a little girl who shines like morning dew.

Lian Shengyi's "Long Song Xing" played on the piano broke away from the low and mournful silver strings of the erhu, and gave off a completely different new life.

That new life was Lian Shengyi's happy state of mind, and Zhou Yifei's excellent adaptation.

Zhong Ying was immersed in the beautiful imagery, quietly waiting for the end of this unique "Long Song Xing".

In the music room that reverberated with the long aftertaste of the Han Yuefu, he calmed down the complexity in his heart and asked with a smile:

"Yiyi, do you want to learn the pipa?"

"Think!" Even with the lovely lyre, Lian Shengyi's interest in learning has never diminished.

Zhong Ying looked at the pipa quietly placed in the music room, his voice revealed the regret of the last class, and said with a smile:

"Then I'll teach you the Song of Mulan, also from Han Yuefu."

Zhong Ying's re-playing of the music score of Yiyin Yashe, which was supposed to carry expectations, suppressed the shadow of Mulan's sword and sword in the army.

His fingertips caressed the strings, arousing the warmth of Mulan's family harmony and sibling unity after Mulan returned from a great victory.

Wearing an ancient Greek-style white dress, Yi Yi, holding a pipa like a classical girl, walked into the poetry of the sound of the locomotive.

The unconcealable radiance in her soul made her imitate Zhong Ying's fingering and play the melody of "Mulan Ci", which would awaken a pure white magnolia blooming in early spring.

The happy time is short, even Sheng Yi can learn any music without any effort.

It was time for Zhong Ying to take Zhou Yifei home again, and Lian Shengyi obediently sent them to the door, asking when he would come to class next time.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ying said goodbye to her gently this time.

"Yiyi, I have something to do these few days. I'm busy, so I might not be able to come. Then Xiaofei will come to accompany you, okay?"

Zhou Yifei's eyes widened, he had never heard that Zhong Ying was busy.

Lian Shengyi blinked his dark eyes, and asked in confusion: "Mr. Zhong, then you are not busy, can you still come?"

A question is like asking many people over and over again, many times.

Zhong Ying felt that the little girl understood everything and everything was clear.

It's just concealed under the immature age, making people mistakenly think that she can live in sweet lies forever.

Zhong Ying didn't want to expose those lies, he still raised the corners of his mouth and continued to lie to her in a soft voice.

"Of course I will. You should study hard these few days, how to change "Mulan Song" into an erhu tune, Xiao Fei can play the piano, you can try to play with him, and post it on the Internet."

He paused, and said the truth, "Although I'm not here for a few days, I will keep watching your videos and help Teacher Fang supervise your study."

After receiving the homework assigned by the teacher, Lian Shengyi's tense expression eased a little.

It seems that having homework means that the teacher has not completely given up on her and will come to check the homework.

"Okay, Teacher Zhong."

Her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, she regained her spirit, and said, "I will definitely study hard."

Lian Shengyi saw off Zhong Ying and Zhou Yifei, but still reluctantly stood by the window, watching their figures disappear around the corner of the community.

When they first came to the house, she worried that she would never see them again.

Not only because of her poor physical condition, but also because of her strict mother...

"Yiyi, have Teacher Zhong and the children gone?" Yu Meiling's voice came from behind.

"Let's go." Lian Shengyi turned and ran to the living room, his beautiful white skirt swaying in the wind, "Mom, I have learned a new piece of pipa called "Mulan Ci"."

Lian Junan dawdled for a long time before returning home.

The orchestra work arranged by the teacher would not be busy until dark at the latest, but he deliberately told Yu Meiling that the rehearsal was too busy and he would come back later.

He ended up eating dinner outside, and didn't open the door until the moon slowly lifted into the sky.

"elder brother."

There is a faint orange fragrance in the face.

Lian Junan's cute little sister has already changed into comfortable home clothes, with soft yellow hair, and the fragrance of shampoo exuding from her body.

"Is Yiyi happy today?" Lian Junan's gloomy mood finally got better.

"Happy." Lian Shengyi waited for him to come home, raised his face, "Mr. Zhong taught me a new song again, I want to play it for my brother."

Lian Junan was startled, suppressed his panic, and asked kindly, "What song is it?"

"You come."

Lian Shengyi grabbed his arm and dragged his slow brother to the music room, "It's "Mulan Ci" by Han Yuefu."

Mulan……

Lian Junan's mind echoed the old saying of chirping and chirping.

He really didn't understand why Zhong Ying was so obsessed with these old-fashioned things.

If it wasn't for Lian Shengyi, he wouldn't be interested in this kind of music at all.

When Lian Junan plucked up her courage and was about to face a piano percussion, she found her lovely sister hugging the pipa.

Fortunately, it was Pipa.

His dull expression suddenly brightened, and he took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the piano bench.

"The Song of Mulan is about Hua Mulan, right? Does Yiyi know about Hua Mulan? She is a female general who disguises herself as a woman. She goes to war at a young age, just like Joan of Arc in France."

Lian Junan wanted to take advantage of "The Song of Mulan" to tell some little stories he knew.

It's a pity that his sister's ulterior motives are not in drinking.

Yiyi plucked the strings of the pipa in his hand, unable to make a tune, but lowered his voice like a thief, and asked:

"Brother, did mother not let Mr. Zhong teach me?"

"what?"

Lian Junan, who was waiting to enjoy the pipa music, was stunned.

But he quickly realized, "Is there such a thing?"

Yiyi is very smart.

If she ran to Lian Junan's room to discuss this matter, Yu Meiling would knock on the door and come in after a while.

In the huge villa, only the music room is her world of freedom.

You can let her play the instrument while inquiring about what she wants to know.

When Yu Meiling analyzed Zhong Ying's question in detail during the video call, he knew that such a day would come.

As an excellent pianist, Yu Meiling spends most of her time on stage and rarely goes home.

Every time I come back, it's for Yiyi.

The music room reverberated with a leisurely and undisciplined melody, and even Junan didn't know if it was "The Song of Mulan".

His attention was on Yiyi's whispered guess.

"As soon as my mother comes back, Teacher Zhong will have something to do. I feel that my mother is lying to me again."

"Teacher Zhong is great. His guqin, piano, and pipa are all so beautiful. I have never seen such a good teacher."

"Brother, please help me beg my mother, I want Teacher Zhong to come back soon, and he even assigned me homework."

Lian Junan never expected that his sister would intercede for Zhong Ying.

Immediately, the music that rang in his ears was not pleasant, and even Jun An's dislike for Zhong Ying almost doubled.

"What homework did he give you?"

Lian Junan asked sharply.

However, Lian Shengyi's eyes lit up, he stopped playing the pipa, and happily ran towards Chaolu.

"It's just right, brother, listen to me, the adaptation I just thought of!"

It's so easy for little girls to be happy.

She picked up the erhu again and played the melody. All the worries and troubles that Teacher Zhong could not come again before were devoted to the performance of "Mulan Ci" for a triumphant return home and family reunion.

Lian Junan was enjoying the music, and his soul was at war with heaven and man.

He didn't believe in Zhong Ying's pleading at all, but Yi Yi played the erhu, the music was cheerful and clear, revealing the carefree happiness of the performer.

Lian Jun'an didn't know what the original "Mulan Ci" should look like.

But the appearance of it playing on the silver strings ended the struggle and entanglement in his heart.

Lian Sheng's dark eyes sparkled as he played the beaming reunion in its entirety.

"How about it, brother!"

"Hmph." Lian Junan clasped his hands together, frowning, only jealousy remained in his voice.

"Zhong Ying is really lucky to have a good student like you."

It was only natural for Lian Junan to agree to Lian Shengyi's "small request".

His sister is well-behaved and sensible, enduring all life that he can't bear, how could he refuse his sister's pure wish.

Even if the other party is the guy he hates the most!

Lian Junan and Lian Shengyi agreed in three chapters, not to eavesdrop, not to worry, and not to be sad because of his failure to intercede.

The hook promises of the two siblings are naive and reliable.

He personally watched Lian Shengyi return to the room, and then he walked slowly to the door of Yu Meiling's room and knocked.

"Mom, are you asleep?"

Not to mention Lian Shengyi, even Lian Junan was afraid of Yu Meiling's arbitrariness.

He heard a muffled call from inside, and the door clicked open.

Yu Meiling was communicating with someone on the opposite side of the phone about the next performance.

Lighting, conductor, chief, no matter small or big, must be approved by her.

Her lengthy communication, chatter and obsession with details made her a more noble and strict piano queen.

Lian Junan sat in front of the makeup table bored, and finally waited for Yu Meiling to say: "Yes, that's it."

His spirit immediately cheered up, as if he was about to face a fierce battle.

"What's the matter?" Yu Meiling asked.

Lian Junan took a deep breath and said, "I heard from Dong Si that you told Zhong Ying not to come again?"

"Yes."

Yu Meiling threw away her phone, not shying away, "He's not a good teacher, it's okay for Yiyi to play with children, it's too dangerous to be with him."

"What's the danger?"

Lian Junan still could not understand Yu Meiling's logic.

"He teaches, Yiyi learns, no matter how much he teaches, it's about music and poetry, these things Yiyi already knows, no matter how much he learns, nothing will happen. And..."

As he spoke, he found that Yu Meiling's eyes were extremely quiet.

The scene before the storm made him subconsciously stiffen, unable to continue speaking.

"Moreover, he is a genius. He played brilliant music on the piano in Vienna."

Yu Meiling added what Lian Jun'an said when she was stuck on the way, her voice full of sarcasm and gunpowder.

"Is that right? Lian Junan."

Not An An, but Lian Junan.

Yu Meiling's anger has been fully expressed in her language, sight, and demeanor.

As if criticizing any member of the band, she raised her chin slightly and her voice was high-pitched and authoritative.

"I actually had to call the director of the Vienna Spring to find out what happened? My son, a genius who could play Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny" at the age of seven, was completely beaten by an amateur pianist. Defeat of face."

Yu Meiling frowned, her face full of disbelief.

"Lian Jun'an, tell me, what have you been doing all these years? Skill, emotion, experience, which one of you is not as good as Zhong Ying?"

"Besides, you guys are competing against Yiyi's music, aren't you ashamed!"

Her accusation made Lian Junan's back feel cold.

He has experienced scenes like this for many years and many times.

Every time it was a nightmare he had to overcome when he played the piano.

He thought that he had smashed these nightmares with the perfect piano keyboard.

However, when the nightmare came again, he realized——

I have been stuck in place.

"Mother……"

Lian Junan's weak cry seemed to be begging for mercy.

However, it is impossible for Yu Meiling to spare him.

"Lian Junan, you watched Yiyi grow up, and you have been with her for 12 years."

A mother's complaint can be said from the beginning of Lian Junan's birth to the end of Lian Junan's life.

"You can see her figure, her smile, and her tears better than anyone else. Since Yiyi learned to play the piano, I can't count how many times you have played together. But, tell me, Why--"

"Why can't you play her melody?"

"Why can't you understand her emotions?"

"Why did you lose to a stranger who knew nothing about Yiyi, and let that stranger find out easily—"

"It's not your work, you can't even make a tenth of its rhythm!"

Yu Meiling had only heard indistinct piano music at Zhong Ying's place.

And only from Zhong Ying's words, I heard that this is Lian Shengyi's creation.

With an excited but sad mood, she contacted the head of the Vienna Spring.

They are old friends, they know everything about each other, they have a free and easy personality, every sentence is regretting Lian Junan's emotional expression, and they are praising the pipa player, how poignant the re-edited piano piece is. moving.

There was no video of that private competition, and Yu Meiling still felt chills from the other party's detailed narration.

Because, Zhong Ying removed the complicated showing skills, changed the fast-moving allegro, and guessed the emotion that the original song wanted to express.

Freedom, forbearance, crying, smiling...

Every word hit Yu Meiling's heart, telling her: "You know who that is."

Yu Meiling looked at her son, a handsome and arrogant pianist who was able to get the honor he deserved through hard work despite his lack of talent.

"You disappoint me."

Her voice was heart-wrenchingly cold, "You are Yiyi's own brother, and you have been with Yiyi longer than we have been with her. Don't you feel the sadness and pain in Yiyi's heart, and you need an outsider to tell you?" you--"

"'You shouldn't do that'?"

Lian Junan's teeth were trembling, he knew everything about Yiyi, and even more remembered what he was thinking when he played that piece of music.

He wants everyone to know that Yiyi is a genius, and the music he created is irreplaceable, the most painful ballad of joy in the world.

He is the elder brother, and Yiyi is the younger sister. The elder brother playing the younger sister's work will surely win over any discerning music critics.

Shame and sadness welled up in Lian Junan's heart.

"Mom, I thought Yiyi would be happy..."

Will be happy for her music, conquered the audience.

Will be happy that her voice finally came out of the narrow cage.

I will be happy that my brother has won the position of the main instrument of the commemorative concert by playing her work.

He screwed everything up, he's irrefutable.

But he clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and said:

"I know Yiyi has been very sad, but what can I do? What can I do?"

"Mom, in Vienna I deliberately adapted that piece of music to look like that. When Zhong Ying restored it, do you know how painful it was for me?"

"My sister is an unparalleled genius in the world. She has created a unique classic."

Lian Junan's eyes were full of tears, just like when he heard Zhong Ying slowly find Yiyi in Vienna.

"Such a classic, even if it is covered up by the fast-paced allegro of showmanship, even if it is covered up by randomly added notes, some people will see its original appearance and know how unique and sad it is!"

"mom!"

He has never retorted so loudly, "As long as you have heard it, you will not know how sad and sad Yiyi is!"

"Lian Junan!" Yu Meiling raised her hand high and slapped Lian Junan's cheek fiercely.

Before the crisp sound ended, her scolding followed closely, "How dare you say such a thing? You reflect on me, what did you usually say to Yiyi? If it wasn't for what you said, how could she be sad !"

Lian Junan was at a loss when he was scolded, but his heart was open.

He took care of the little girl carefully, however, no matter how careful he was, he couldn't erase the longing for life.

TV, movies, concerts.

Any news or pictures related to the performer will attract those dark eyes, revealing a longing expression.

"Mom, Yiyi is very small, but she is not a fool."

Lian Junan's tears dripped down, and he covered his sore cheeks, "We can all go to the stage and play our own music, wouldn't she think, why can't she?"

Yu Meiling had never experienced such persistent resistance.

She looked at Lian Junan with strange eyes, "What did you say—"

Before she could sternly reprimand her, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the little girl rushed in.

"Mommy mommy……"

Lian Shengyi raised his head and grabbed Yu Meiling's arm that was halfway.

"It's not my brother's fault, it's my fault."

She begged and hugged Yu Meiling, her voice choked with fear, "I didn't blame my brother for playing it, nor did I blame Teacher Zhong for playing it, it's just, just..."

Lian Shengyi's tears couldn't be stopped at all, mixed with her complicated emotions, they kept rolling down.

"It's just that I feel ashamed, I'm not like this... Mom, I'm not in pain, I'm not sad, I don't think so..."

She cried and said that she was not sad, but she was so sad that her tears burst.

Yu Meiling's tears fell down, but she suppressed her emotions and gently coaxed: "Yiyi, don't cry, you can't cry."

She hugged her poor child, reaching out to wipe away the tears that seemed to never stop on the child's face.

But those tears wiped away more and more, and the eyes became more and more blurred, and finally turned into a bitter cry, and her futile voice: "Yiyi, don't cry."

"Yiyi!"

"Yiyi!"

Lian Shengyi heard many people calling her.

She knew clearly that she should put away her tears, smile, lie like before, and told her mother in a sweet voice:

That's not a song of sorrow and pain...

Those are the petals falling in the stream in spring.

That is the curiosity of the little bird standing by the nest and chirping.

That is the call of rain and dew tapping on the green leaves to urge them to bloom quickly.

Nor was she sad.

But she couldn't.

Her words became stuck in her throat, turning into unbridled cries, louder and more painful, and amidst countless voices of comfort, she was suffocated so short of breath that she could no longer utter a sound.

I might be dying.

She cried thinking that I might die without anyone hearing the sound of me playing on a real stage.

The little soul has only experienced 12 years, but it is as old as a lifetime.

After all, her life is so short.

Before you can flap your wings towards the blue sky, you will die quietly.

The chaotic night began with crying and ended with the hospital's pale ceiling.

Lian Shengyi fell asleep peacefully, and all the people who were frightened by her weak heart breathed a sigh of relief.

The attending physician is already familiar with them.

He finished the routine examination calmly, and then slowly told Yu Meiling, whose eyes were red from crying.

"Now Yiyi's heart rate is normal, and her mood is very unstable. After she wakes up, don't stimulate her again."

"This time she just had shortness of breath caused by crying, which caused a brief hypoxic faint. Fortunately, it didn't burden the brain and heart."

"Don't worry too much."

The doctor looked at the emaciated Yu Meiling, and then at the depressed Lian Junan, "She's just too tired, she'll be fine after a short sleep."

The doctor's routine comfort did not make them feel at ease.

The journey to the hospital was short and long, and Lian Junan even feared the worst outcome, and such fear had lasted for many years.

Lian Shengyi was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face.

The oxygen tube, indwelling needle, and ECG monitor seemed to be part of her body.

The ward was quiet, and the screen monitoring the little heart was beating with vibrant green lines.

Every time I come here, Yiyi will come here in a hurry like now, and lie down quietly until the indicators return to normal, and then go home happily.

But this time, Lian Junan didn't know if they could wait for a happy little Yiyi.

The vibration of the phone continuously reminded Yu Meiling to answer the phone.

The phone calls one after another finally made this busy mother unable to continue guarding her little angel.

She looked haggard, and said, "An'an, take care of Yiyi."

The voice was still weary and tearful, but he still walked out of the ward.

Lian Junan sat beside Lian Shengyi, slowly holding her hand.

The 12-year-old little sister has immature fingers that seem to be only eight years old.

The white skin was the color of blood vessels, and the fingertips were cold, as if what flowed in the blood vessels was not hot blood, but the liquid medicine in the glass bottle, which was full of the smell of disinfectant.

Lian Junan lowered his head and lay down beside the bed, and pressed her palm to his face,

He felt the flow of the liquid, the temperature of his skin gradually becoming warm, and his uncomfortable mood finally got a little relief.

In the short 12 years, he has gotten used to doing this.

Warm a cold palm for the sleepy little Yiyi, lest his poor little sister be awakened by the cruel coldness in a beautiful dream.

However, the calm did not last long.

Lian Junan heard her mother crying again.

"Do you know how scary that teacher is? You don't know anything, but you know me?"

"Yiyi is so seriously ill, where are you? What right do you have to get angry at me!"

"You're an asshole! What important show can be more important than your daughter!"

Only their father can make the always tough mother feel wronged and cry.

Even if Lian Junan felt that such conversations were suffocating and tormenting each other, he had to admit that his mother had a self-willed temper, and it was better to vent her anger on her father than to hold it in her heart.

The noise outside the door seemed to be persuaded by Dong Si to stay away.

Otherwise, Yu Meiling's accusation against Lian Kai could last until Yiyi woke up.

In the quiet ward, only the breaths of Lian Junan and Lian Shengyi were left.

The little hand that kept pouring in the liquid became slightly warm under his careful caress.

Yiyi sometimes sleeps for the whole day, sometimes wakes up very quickly.

Lian Junan often accompanied her in such a silent way, no matter how vibrated the phone was, he would not distract himself from answering any calls.

Because those calls don't matter.

Only his little Yiyi is the most important.

He saw his sister born.

Seeing his sister smile.

In the long and short 12 years, he was able to recall many Lian Shengyi's first time, and he never got tired of it while killing the boring waiting.

He remembered the first time Lian Shengyi called him brother.

He remembered Lian Shengyi's first silly toddler walk.

He still remembers the first time Lian Shengyi fell down and cried, knocking out a baby tooth...

Then, Lian Shengyi was sent to the hospital.

The Yiyi in Lian Junan's eyes is getting cuter and more sensible.

In the past, she had a lot of "whys", which occupied Lian Junan's entire free time. Later, she no longer asked why, and just played the piano silently.

Lian Junan is very envious of Lian Shengyi's talent, she seems to be born for the piano, perfectly fulfilling the expectations that her mother once placed on Lian Junan.

Sometimes when he plays the piano, he can't help thinking——

If it was Yiyi, could he handle this melody better?

If it was Yiyi, she would definitely be able to play the music more charmingly.

Instead of being like him, he can only use superb skills to make up for the shortcomings, so that the audience can be immersed in the skills dizzyingly, ignoring the regrets that he can't play in the music.

Lian Junan waited for a long time, but Yu Meiling never came back.

Suddenly, the fingers next to his cheek moved, and those dark eyes slowly opened, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Yiyi..." Lian Junan called her softly.

The pale and thin girl's gaze fell dully on her dear brother, and the little palm that was pressed against his cheek slightly bent her fingers.

However, she shed tears.

"Brother, I want to go to the stage to perform."

Lian Shengyi's voice was like a breath, and it disappeared completely after speaking.

This is not the first time Lian Junan has heard such longings.

When Lian Shengyi watched his mother's performance, he made the same request in a childish voice.

At that time, my mother happily waited until the end of the performance, wearing a beautiful and gorgeous dress, holding Xiao Yiyi and sitting in front of the piano, teaching her to play Mozart's Little Star.

The empty concert hall echoed Xiao Yiyi's undeniable talent.

Yiyi said: "Mom, I will perform with you in the future."

She didn't understand how difficult it is to be a pianist, but she said innocently: "I want to be as good a pianist as you are."

Later, Yiyi had many empty performances.

Little girls grow up wanting more.

I want an audience, she said.

She said, I want applause.

She said, I want flowers and an encore like my mom and brother after playing!

Yiyi's innocent greed seems to be still in her ears.

However, Lian Junan knew very well that she should not be too excited or sad.

Her weak physical strength simply cannot support a complete performance, even if there is only one performance.

"Yiyi, if you don't go to the stage, there are many people who like you."

Lian Jun'an forced a smile on his face, and said cruelly: "When you make a video and post it on the Internet, they will give you gifts, leave messages for you, and praise your music. Isn't that bad?"

He hated Zhou Yifei, but now he used Zhou Yifei as an example.

"Look at that boy Zhou Yifei, he likes you so much, he often shows you fireworks. Yiyi has seen fireworks, during the Spring Festival, the luminous flowers blooming in the dark sky. They are shining brightly, each of them likes you People, flowers for you."

Lian Shengyi's face was pale, and he curled up his frail fingers, but he couldn't pull them back.

"It's different, that's different, brother."

Tears flowed down her eyes, and her eyes were red, "We have the Internet, we have records, we have TV, we have movies, so why are there concerts?"

Lian Shengyi's question made it impossible for Lian Junan to reply.

Because of the authenticity and shock of the concert scene, the notes of the piano can be sent to the bottom of the heart, and the strings of the violin can be immersed in the soul.

No medium can replace hearing and seeing with one's own eyes. No matter how advanced the technology is, nothing can replace the thrill of going to a concert hall and listening to a concert.

But he didn't say it, Lian Shengyi still knew it clearly.

"Because the music performed live, the emotions conveyed live, will always be different from the prepared recording."

Her eyes glowed, "The mood when playing is never the same."

In her short years, she has only been to less than five concerts.

But she knows the difference between live performance and video, and also understands the avoidance and perfunctory of adults.

Just because she no longer longed for such a beautiful world.

"Brother, I want my voice to be heard."

Lian Shengyi's tears flowed down, and his fingers were coldly attached to Lian Junan's cheek, caressing his brother's cheek as if he was acting like a baby.

"Not through the Internet, not through video, but just stepping onto the stage, playing my music, making my voice, and telling the world—"

Her breath was crying, and every word was painful.

"I'm alive, I'm here."