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For a charity concert, it is always the well-known performers on the stage that can attract the audience.

For example, Yu Meiling, the beautiful and arrogant Oriental Pearl, Lian Kai, the conductor and violinist, and Lian Junan, the living Beethoven.

Yu Meiling, who lives in Europe all the year round, rarely appears on the domestic stage. Every time, she cooperates with top orchestras and plays amazing music.

Her fierce style of music, just like her fierce charm, has been recognized by countless classical music lovers.

And her husband, her genius son, is still under her shining laurels and has received praise from many audiences.

However, they had never heard of "Lian Sheng Yi".

The girl who appeared on the posters and released the invitation video can play wonderful music on the piano, erhu, and pipa.

But to these discerning listeners, she was nothing more than an obscure by-product.

Excellent mother, gentle father, genius brother.

In the eyes of the public, Lian Shengyi is just a carefree rebellious girl who grew up in the music world.

Because, she lives in a family of western music, but she is better at playing the erhu!

There is always a subtle gap between folk music and Western music.

Just like Lian Shengyi was born in a family of two pianists, a conductor and a violinist, playing a two-string national musical instrument will give the audience a subtle illusion——

Ah, is she not talented enough, so she chose folk music?

Most of the audience who came to the scene had such doubts.

They may be friends of pianists and conductors, and they may be loyal listeners of pianists and conductors.

Some people have probably heard of such a little girl in poor health.

Even if some people came to the scene, they didn't know why "Lian Shengyi" was only 12 years old, so he went on stage with his parents and brothers.

Everyone was waiting for this family concert in whispers and curiosity.

She doesn't care what happens to Lian Shengyi, but only cares about what will happen to the two pianists later.

Finally, the lights dimmed.

A little girl in a blue dress and black dress with two braids walked onto the stage with her erhu.

Young, cute, petite, wearing small student cloth shoes, revealing an inherent cuteness and frailty.

She didn't introduce herself and sat in her own place.

As if introducing himself was a waste of time, he just looked curiously and shyly at the stranger off the stage with his big dark and clear eyes.

The concert hall resounded with polite and sparse applause.

Everyone stared at the strange little girl with curious eyes.

It wasn't until the real pianist came on stage that the polite applause became warm from the heart.

Yu Meiling was wearing a blue and black cheongsam, which was rare, and walked up beautifully and delicately.

Also without any self-introduction or greetings, I sat in front of the only grand piano on the stage.

Lian Junan, who was wearing a black school uniform, and Lian Kai, who was wearing a gray gown, walked side by side.

Lian Junan passed by the little girl in the middle of the stage, and reached out to pat her sister on the shoulder.

Lian Kai stopped, stood beside the little girl, and picked up the violin.

Only Lian Junan straddled the entire stage.

His place is not the grand piano already controlled by his mother, but a simple upright piano on the other side of the stage.

In just one minute, three Western musical instruments and one national musical instrument had their own performers.

They looked at the stage and did not speak, as if it was a cold and indifferent gathering of a family of four during the Republic of China.

Seeing their silent appearance, the audience chatted curiously in low voices.

"What's their daughter's name?"

"It seems to be called Lian Shengyi."

"Lian Shengyi is so happy."

"Everyone cooperated with her and put on clothes that would only be worn when performing folk music."

Amidst the increasingly noisy discussions, the violinist in a gown, who looked a little strange, coughed a few times pretending to be funny.

Everyone raised their hands and got ready.

They didn't care about the whispers in the concert hall that hadn't stopped completely, they only cared about the bow held tightly by Lian Kai, which played the first string of notes of the concert slowly and clearly.

That was a melody the audience hadn't heard.

Let them forget the unsuitable costumes of the Republic of China on the stage, and immerse themselves in the elegance of the violin.

Lian Kai's piano sound is beautiful, and what's even more beautiful is that he led the two piano ensembles that complement each other.

The sharp and high-pitched one is Yu Meiling, and the deep and trembling one is Lian Junan.

They seemed to be calling from a distance, calling for the little Lian Shengyi to pick up her bowstring, and played today's theme belatedly.

The audience saw Lian Shengyi dexterously controlling the strings with his wrist.

Seeing the unique carved and hollowed-out erhu, she made a firm and decisive sound in response to her movements.

When the sound of the erhu appears, the audience no longer has the energy to distinguish the different styles of the piano.

All the attention was attracted by the erhu played by Lian Shengyi.

The calm and open melody is like the rising sun breaking through the clouds, shining warmly on the earth.

The soothing string sounds, like green plants soaking in the sun, slowly unfold their withered and yellow branches and leaves.

The natural and fresh music thought clearly flowed in the hearts of everyone.

Obviously, the sound of two pianos echoed in the concert hall, and the ears of the audience were always captured by a clear and unique melody.

The beautiful piano has become its decorative sound, and the smooth violin has become its legato.

There are many musical instruments on this stage, but only one can dominate everything, making people hear the light, rain and dew, and the coming of spring and autumn.

Audiences who are familiar with music were shocked by Lian Shengyi's extremely talented performance.

Even listeners who are not familiar with music can find that when the melody is winding and turning, the little girl's action of pulling the bowstring attracts warm sunshine, and the arm that passes through the silver string trembles to moisten everything.

A little girl ignored by everyone, it is impossible to ignore her erhu.

It is even more impossible to ignore the music played by the erhu——

Light rain and dew, spring, autumn, winter and summer, the recurring time is like a recurring melody, constantly pouring out the same melancholy and sorrow.

The song without a name, as the opening of the family ensemble, successfully drew everyone's attention to the little girl.

They can't wait to hear her talk, to hear her introduce herself, to hear her continue to play more pieces that she is good at!

Finally, the gentle and tactful piece of music came to an end amidst voices of persuasion.

Lian Kai took the microphone and spoke the first words since the concert started.

"The music just now is called "Long Song Xing"."

With that said, he handed the microphone to his dear daughter, "Yiyi, can you recite "Long Song Xing"?"

Like a gentle father who asks his children about their homework, he handed over the difficult problem to Lian Shengyi.

Lian Shengyi sat there, raised his chin slightly, and recited in a melodious voice:

"Sunflowers in the green garden, morning dew waiting for the sun. Budze in Yangchun, all things are radiant."

The unfamiliar "Lian Shengyi" suddenly became cute and familiar in the hearts of everyone.

That familiar verse, accompanied by her sweet childish voice, made the audience feel soft.

"Yiyi is so cute."

"Her erhu is amazing, are all erhus so melodious?"

They were all smiles and excited to meet a cute little friend.

Music is the best self-introduction.

Those who couldn't remember Lian Shengyi's name before had already remembered their Yiyi.

However, Yiyi didn't work hard enough to take on the full performance.

After "Long Song Xing", she took Lian Kai's hand and walked off the stage.

In the eyes of everyone regretful and longing, Yu Meiling and Lian Junan played the piano alternately, and started the music of the pianists.

"Yiyi, drink some water."

Dong Si took good care of the little sister, lest she get tired because of a piece of music.

"How do you feel?" Zhong Ying asked her with a smile.

Lian Shengyi, who had just completed the first performance in his life, his eyes were shining with incredible light.

"Very happy." There was a trace of bewilderment in her voice, she put her hands on her chest, "My heart is very peaceful."

She had looked forward to this concert for many days and dreaded it for many days.

The fragile heart in the chest was beating steadily, whether it was the discussion off the stage, the eyes of strange audiences, or when she was immersed in a piece of music that was falling towards the sun, this heart was gentle and kept normal.

She didn't lie, Dong Si could see clearly.

The stable heart rate only rose slightly, and absolutely did not endanger Yiyi's life.

At that moment, everyone was relieved, and in the melodious piano music, they let go of their long-standing worries.

They look forward to this concert where Yiyi can be on stage, and let Yiyi get her wish.

Afraid of this concert again, wanting to take their little angel away.

Today, the intermezzo has been played by Yu Meiling and Lian Junan.

They also watched with peace of mind as Yiyi happily changed her school uniform, put on a small skirt, braided her hair, and hugged her pipa.

When the interlude fades away, return to the stage again.

When Xiao Yiyi, who was dressed in a beautiful Hanfu with bright braids, reappeared in front of the audience, the audience who used to only applaud politely, suddenly became excited!

Their applause was warm and their faces were full of smiles.

The cute little Yiyi sat back on the stool playing the erhu.

But her instrument has become a lute.

Lian Kai was dressed in simple white dark clothes, still holding the microphone, and placed it in front of Yiyi.

"The second piece of music I give to you is called "Mulan Ci"."

Fragile yet tough, Yi Yi didn't waste time chatting, she simply said this and pressed the strings of the pipa.

All her energy will be used to present the best music.

Her immature fingers picked the strings, and amidst her low and sad flicking of the strings, Yu Meiling and Lian Junan withdrew from the stage.

Only her father beside her raised his voice and recited:

"Hahahahahaha, Mulan is a household weaving."

The Qiangu Han Yuefu became melodious and profound between the recitation and playing of the father and daughter, as if Mulan's distress had become Yiyi's distress. A cute and immature girl like her actually wanted to consider joining the army in place of her father.

Such a lively and relaxed concert is more like a family stage play.

When the shining pipa strings played alone the melody of "Wish to be the city's pommel horse, and from now on for the father", Lian Jun'an, who had just left the stage, walked to the grand piano in a simple black dark suit.

The elder brother with short hair and dark clothes stretched out his hand and pressed the Linglie keys.

Swords, swords, and soldiers on the battlefield suddenly rose up.

This is perhaps the most interesting performance that audiences who are familiar with concerts have ever experienced.

Their talented pianist, dressed in Hanfu, played Western musical instruments, and his younger sister in a pink dress with colorful braids, played a piece of "Mulan Ci" combining Chinese and Western styles!

That was not Mulan's killing the enemy, who was miserable and extremely dangerous.

It's the bravery of brothers and sisters who are united in one heart and can cut through gold.

Mulan, who was supposed to be alone, became Yiyi accompanied by her brother.

She played the pipa strings in troubled times, and raised the flag for her brave brother.

The distinctive "Mulan Song" has brought unprecedented sonorous enthusiasm.

The Han Yuefu adapted from pipa and piano gave the audience an excellent enjoyment.

They were immersed in the ensemble of a talented pianist and a talented cutie, but Dong Si was nervously staring at the screen, ready to call Lian Kai and take his daughter away at any moment.

"Yiyi's heartbeat does respond strongly to more exciting music."

Li Jinqiu couldn't understand those technical terms, but he could understand the undulating green lines.

The instrument that monitors Yiyi's heart tells them about Yiyi's current situation from time to time.

She was happy and excited, immersed in the smoke of swords and halberds fighting the enemy bravely, and flicked out a resolute and sonorous melody with her fingers.

"Because music is her soul."

Through the green lines, Zhong Ying saw the serious-looking little girl on the stage.

""Long Song Xing" cherishes the time, leisurely and profound, and she will become calm; "Mulan Song" is thrilling on the battlefield, and she will become excited."

"Will Yiyi—" Lian Kai's voice stopped abruptly.

Yet everyone knew what he was trying to say.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhou Yifei boldly spoke out, swearing by his reputation as the number one brother on the list, "I personally arranged this song. No matter how much Yiyi devotes himself to it, it will soon be converted!"

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, the pipa sound from the stage changed with the piano melody.

The ten-year war passed quickly, and Mulan returned home safely.

The sound of warm reunion sounded again, and the excited green peaks on the screen gradually calmed down...

The backstage breathed quietly, as if the collective breathed a sigh of relief.

In a moment, the back of the neck of the great hero Zhou Yifei was caught by the ruthless uncle's fingertips.

"You adapted it yourself?" Li Jinqiu paused every word, with a tone that sounded like a brat whose skin was itching to be beaten.

Zhou Yifei chuckled: "We adapted it together, Uncle, Brother Zhong and I adapted it together."

The atmosphere of everyone in the backstage became relaxed and happy amidst Mulan's return home and the reunion.

Yu Meiling changed into an elegant evening dress, her makeup and hair were exquisite and perfect, but her expression was slightly sad.

"Tired?" Lian Kai asked in a low voice.

Yu Meiling shook her head, "I'm just worried about Yiyi, she will be tired from the performance later."

"But she is happy." Lian Kai smiled and comforted his wife, "As long as she is happy, her heart will be fine."

"The Song of Mulan" on the stage ended, and Lian Junan held Lian Shengyi's little hand and happily returned to the backstage.

Mom and Dad will bring a duet of piano and violin to the audience between Yiyi's costume changes.

Yiyi has a lot of time to share her joy, exchanging her beautiful ruqun for a fluffy princess dress.

"I heard someone calling my name, right at the end of The Song of Mulan."

"When my brother took me off the stage, I also heard a lot of compliments. They said I was cute, I was a genius, and they all liked my music!"

It's not that I like Lianjia's performance or the melody of the piano.

It's clear, I like that cute and lovely "Yiyi".

As Lian Shengyi narrated these, the green heart on the screen jumped out of the peaks and fell out of the valleys, ups and downs in a series of waves, far more ups and downs than her on stage.

"Yiyi, take medicine."

Dong Si reminded her ruthlessly.

The happy child restrained her unscrupulous smile, and covered her chest shyly and strangely.

"Am I too excited? Why don't I feel any pain?"

"You are paralyzed by yourself, why do you feel pain?"

Lian Junan stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, "Don't be so excited, otherwise I will play the Kitty Eagle Concerto by myself."

"No, no." Lian Shengyi felt wronged and reached out to push Lian Junan, "That's my little eagle."

"A Bird Flies Southwest" with Yiyi's extremely long name became Lian Junan's playful Kitty Eagle Concerto.

The siblings laughed and made noise, and finished their preparations while their parents played the piano and violin.

When Yiyi re-entered the stage and walked towards the grand piano, the applause from the stage was already so enthusiastic that it could blow off the roof of the concert hall.

Because, no matter how good Yu Meiling and Lian Kai's husband and wife ensemble is, it's not the melody they want to hear.

Their minds are on the erhu and the pipa.

Just two pieces of music, they have learned to look for their sparkle.

The flicking strings that jump off are the shining of joy.

Slowly kneading the silk strings is the reflection of contemplation.

Before coming here, the names they talked about were "Yu Meiling", "Lian Kai" and "Lian Jun'an".

Up to now, all they have left in their minds is——

My Yiyi!

Their Yiyi stood on the brightly lit stage, wearing a snow-white princess dress with fluffy feathers.

She has dark eyes, yellowed hair, and pale lips.

She is not Snow White, but the real princess of music.

Because, she sat next to Yu Meiling, and after her mother raised her hand to play the melody, she stretched out her hand and played a wonderful four-hand combo.

The notes played by the piano queen and the piano princess performed Schubert's classic "Fantasia in F Minor" tenderly.

The ethereal melody is like the voice of an elf, in the concentric playing of mother and daughter, it brings a poetic fragrance of birds and flowers.

Erhu, pipa, piano!

In just three pieces of music, the audience was intoxicated by the magic of music called "Yi Yi".

It was supposed to belong to the home field of Western musical instruments, but suddenly because of Xiao Yiyi, it became unclear.

For the audience here, regardless of Western music or national music, but Yiyi's music is the best music!

Many of them are already very familiar with Yu Meiling.

But it was the first time I heard a kind and gentle mother playing music with her daughter.

The little feather on Yiyi's headdress trembled slightly as she played.

The piano of the fingers also fell heavily.

The sadness and melancholy hidden in "Fantasia in F Minor" gradually become stronger against the backdrop of restless triplets.

It is the desire for freedom, the yearning for life, and the sorrow for fate.

However, this kind of sadness didn't last long, and Yu Meiling's habitual jumping sound directly took away Xiao Yiyi's contemplation.

It was as if a mother comforted her sad daughter softly, and brought the lovely elf back to her own nature.

This may be the most gentle Yu Meiling the audience has ever felt.

She took good care of her baby and did not want Yiyi to suffer any harm.

But the little girl's immature fingers played a very explosive chord, which caught Yu Meiling's melody by surprise.

At that moment, the auditorium couldn't help but cheered softly.

They heard the stubborn and tough resistance in the music, and it was not the elves who were shining brightly, but the great and respectable human beings——

Ordinary and tenacious human beings, who are always struggling with pain in their hearts, still cry out for the injustice of fate on the keyboard!

This is the best Schubert, the best Fantasia in F minor.

Even if it is a concert that should be listened to seriously, they cannot restrain their excitement.

There is no musician who can constantly change the instruments he plays on the same stage.

It is not simply jumping between folk music, nor is it limited to the keys and strings of Western music.

Instead, among all the keyboard instruments and string instruments, she picked up a tool casually, showing her proud talent.

A little girl less than 15 years old makes the piano resound with a full soul.

The movement on the strings is not a simple imitation, but a soul song that really burns fighting spirit!

She is a genius!

It was an angel who was hidden and suddenly shone brightly!

Every note is like a pair of shining wings, opening up the support for her to fly against the wind.

The audience under the stage only needs to listen with their ears, but they feel that their eyes are full of melody, and the undulating tones are full of struggle and struggle.

It is full of the whistling of a little girl who was born in the world and felt the beauty of music and never gave in.

A "Fantasia in F Minor" is Yiyi's confession and Yu Meiling's torment.

When the audience cheered loudly and applauded the genius enthusiastically, Yu Meiling held the child's warm fingers and hurried her steps.

Just after walking to the curtain, she couldn't help crying.

"Yiyi, is there any discomfort, is there any pain?"

Yu Meiling's tears stained her makeup, but she only had her little Yiyi in her eyes.

"No, no."

But Yiyi had some difficulty even answering, her breathing was short and pale, and she suppressed the violent beating of her heart, telling lies that could be seen through at a glance.

Because her melody was so painful and sad, her fingers were even trembling slightly, and there was a little sweat on her forehead.

She still said firmly and weakly: "Mom, I'm fine..."

Her concealment was useless, Lian Junan ran over and hugged her.

"I'm fine, brother, I'm fine."

Lian Shengyi lay on Lian Junan's shoulder aggrieved, his voice was like a gnat, and he looked worriedly at Yu Meiling who was crying on the spot.

It was the emotional four-hand combo that made her exhausted her thoughts.

The love for life and the accusation of fate made her empathize with the classics created by Schubert and played out her true heart.

Not happy, not positive mood, just revealing a little on the piano melody, made Yu Meiling burst into tears.

"Don't continue, okay, Yiyi?"

Yu Meiling sat there, next to a clear monitor, a machine more sensitive than her intuition, leaving terrible traces.

Dong Sidu became serious and strongly agreed with Yu Meiling's point of view.

It was just "Fantasia in F Minor", and Yiyi's heart was shaking like crazy.

The uneasiness and pain hidden in the music became the uneasiness and pain of Lian Sheng.

Empathy between musicians and music is a rare talent, and in Lian Shengyi's body, it has become a terrible reminder.

Everyone looked at Lian Shengyi, as if she was an ignorant and willful child.

Lian Shengyi could hear the host go up to warm up the scene and try to buy time for them.

The audience's laughter echoed in the concert hall, and some people shouted "Yiyi, Yiyi" abruptly.

She couldn't bear to leave, this was the last chance she could fight for.

"But Mom, there is only "A Bird Flies Southwest, Shining Like a Goshawk" left."

With a pale face, Lian Shengyi begged pitifully, "I won't be too excited because of the music I composed. You have also heard my Kitty Eagle Concerto. It is very gentle and happy, like a bird leaping over a dragon gate." Like a Kunpeng soaring in the sky, it is free, gets what it wants, and has no sadness at all.”

"Really, Yiyi?"

Yu Meiling had strong doubts. She said: "You usually practice "Fantasia in F Minor" with me, and you have always been very happy."

If it wasn't for Lian Shengyi's happiness, she would never have chosen this four-hand combo that hides a crisis.

But just now, on the stage, Lian Shengyi performed with all his heart, fell into Schubert's depression and grief, and his soul trembled in the melody.

She wished she could stop playing and take her poor child away.

But she was a pianist, and if anything happened, she would have to finish that horrible performance.

Yu Meiling couldn't stop crying at all.

Thinking of that warm four-hand play, I will feel afraid——

What if her Yiyi went into cardiac arrest just like that?

Then she will never touch the terrible piano again in her life.

"Mom, really." Lian Shengyi begged pitifully, "Only my little eagle is left, let my brother and I finish playing it."

Yu Meiling couldn't believe her daughter.

This is a little liar who has been cheating her trust with smiles and joy.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say "no", wanting the host to end the concert just like that.

But can't make any sound.

Because her Yi Yi is so lovely gazing at her.

A pair of dark and clear eyes reflected her tear-stained face, full of pleading and longing that she had never experienced in her life.

Her little Yiyi is already a musician.

No musician wants his music to leave regrets.

Yu Meiling raised her hand and wiped away the cold tears.

"Don't play sad melodies."

Her voice is serious, and every word is an order from her mother——

"As long as I find that your heart is not right, I will go on stage and interrupt your performance."

Brutal, menacing, unreasonable, and without a musician's principles.

"Yiyi."

Yu Meiling hugged her cute and poor little daughter with a crying voice, "I can't live without you."