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Yu Meiling's cry echoed in the background of the concert hall.

The melodious laughter of the host on the stereo could not cover up the grief of a mother.

She will lose Yiyi, she will lose Yiyi.

The little girl was lying softly in her arms, but she couldn't hold onto her daughter at all, and could only watch her beloved Yiyi disappear stubbornly.

She would rather that Yiyi could not play the piano, the erhu, or the pipa.

Be a mediocre, ordinary, healthy girl.

I also don't want to listen to Yiyi's video in the dead of night.

The music is so beautiful, her girl is so beautiful, but the melody played is full of sadness that cannot be concealed.

Sometimes she thinks—

Could it be that Yiyi can live a better life and stay with her longer if she doesn't know anything and doesn't think about anything.

Yu Meiling was crying in confusion, when she suddenly heard a soft question in her ear.

"Mom, did you still have to teach me the first time I knew Schubert?"

"What..." She looked at Yiyi with tears in her eyes.

Lian Shengyi raised the corners of his mouth, even though her face was pale and her lips were pale, it was still a beautiful smile.

"It's also in this kind of concert hall, I still can't perform four-hands with you."

Yiyi said clearly, "Tell me that Schubert is a brave musician."

Yu Meiling remembered.

At that time, she had just finished an exciting performance and was very exhausted, but her cute little Yiyi embraced her with soft arms and said, "Mom, I will perform with you in the future!"

She is very happy.

Yiyi is lively and cute, with dark eyes full of yearning for music.

So, at the end of the stage, she held the lovely child in her arms, played the piano casually, and taught Yiyi to know those great musicians.

"It's Mozart who created Baby's Favorite Little Star."

"This is Beethoven. He wrote the fate that you will be very excited after listening to."

The musician who died young left a magnificent and beautiful chapter, and the musician who was suffering from illness uttered a howl in the depths of his soul.

They all appear at Meiling's fingertips, teaching her lovely little daughter to feel the charm of music.

Yiyi's eyes are clear and blank. She doesn't understand Mozart's untimely death, nor what Beethoven's deafness means to musicians.

She would ask in a childish voice: "Where are they performing, I want to go and listen to their music playing live."

The innocent and unscrupulous child's words made Yu Meiling laugh out loud.

"You don't hear Mozart and Beethoven live. You hear tons and tons of musicians playing their music. Because they're not there anymore."

Yiyi doesn't understand what "is gone".

So, Yu Meiling raised her hand and played Schubert's four-hand combination.

The clear and ethereal melody caused Yiyi to ask curiously, "Is this Chopin?"

The immature answer made my mother laugh out loud.

"No. This is Schubert, a brave musician."

Mozart died at the age of 35, and Schubert died at only 31.

He created "Ave Maria", which Yu Meiling likes, and left behind many four-hand combinations.

In her spare time, Yu Meiling and Lian Junan will play Schubert and spend the leisure time between mother and child.

At that time, she was introducing Schubert to her dear daughter.

"He is poor, miserable, and suffering from being unrecognized by people, but his music is clear and gentle, which still makes people feel warm."

"Why?" Yiyi looked up at her mother.

My mother played casually, and replied with a smile: "Because he did not succumb to poverty, pain, or torture, but enjoyed life happily and praised life, so he is very brave."

Bravely burning his short life, he depicts the beauty of the world and his confrontation with fate.

Yiyi couldn't understand Yu Meiling's praise. She stared at the piano keys and sighed:

"Then he's not there either?"

"It's gone." Yu Meiling replied, "It's the same as Mozart and Beethoven, it's gone."

Little Yiyi has little regrets.

"Then I'll never see them again," she said.

Yu Meiling remembers laughing out loud, playing Schubert's struggle with her fingers on the keys.

"You've seen them now!"

She told the child in her arms affirmatively, "When we play music, when we talk about Mozart, Beethoven, and Schubert, it means that they are still alive, and they have obtained eternal life in music."

Yu Meiling's memories were clear, and tears froze dryly on her cheeks.

"Mom, I love you."

The little girl stretched out her hand to help her wipe away her tears and smudged makeup.

"Even if I'm gone, my music will always accompany you, and I will live forever in music."

Yiyi changed into the ordinary clothes she usually wears at home, and picked up the morning dew with the pitch-black piano and the silver-white bow.

Yu Meiling has seen such an ordinary appearance countless times, but she has never been so flustered.

The reliable and tall brother put on the same simple shirt and trousers.

He returned to the stage holding his sister in a T-shirt and shorts, like a prince and princess who had taken off their beautiful dresses and returned to real life.

The only thing that was unrealistic was the intense applause and enthusiastic cheers erupting from the concert hall.

"Yiyi! Yiyi!"

They didn't know how much pain the little girl had to endure to walk in front of them.

They only knew that this was an angel favored by the God of Music, and they finally discovered it.

Yu Meiling's eyes were red from crying as she heard the calls.

Her Yiyi was leaving her, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow.

Immature girls understand the meaning of music and the meaning of life.

It is necessary to embrace the terrible fate so calmly and calmly.

Yu Meiling grabbed her husband's arm, "I regret it, I regret teaching her to play the piano, I regret teaching her music."

Lian Kai hugged his sad wife, still gentle and patient with a sad face.

"But she was born for music, and she loves music."

Even if Yu Meiling doesn't teach her, she will still sing her own music by instinct.

Her love is in the eyes, in the blood, and on the instruments.

As long as she plays the music, the whole concert hall can understand her voice.

Soon, the song "A Bird Flies Southwest, Shining Like a Goshawk" with a strangely long name started with a gentle piano melody, accompanied by the deep strings of Morning Dew.

With Lian Junan's gentle accompaniment, Lian Shengyi pulled the bow string wantonly.

The audience has already seen a vibrant green sunflower, full of dew and stretching its branches and leaves towards the sun.

I have also seen Mulan, who is strong and soft, triumphant on the battlefield; the elves in the forest and countryside fight against the pain of human beings.

At this time, they saw a fish and jumped into a dragon.

Seeing a Kun, it spread its giant wings and turned into a Peng.

The flying dragon is in the sky, the Kunpeng is flying, romantic and free, and the simple silver strings of the erhu play the whole world, the vastness and the vast universe.

The verses printed on the track list suddenly became a clear melody in the ear and a clear scene in front of my eyes.

Lian Shengyi is a small fish, which turns into a dragon when encountering the wind and cloud; he is a bird, which flaps his wings and becomes an eagle.

A unique genius, hidden by his radiant mother and blocked by his young and famous brother.

Finally, he spread his wings.

The eyes of the audience were red and wept with excitement.

The eagerness, perseverance, freedom, and dreams full of vitality in Yiyi's music stirred up the suppressed emotions deep in their hearts.

Until the piece of music ended in the melody of the erhu, until the happy Yiyi and the handsome Lian Junan left the stage holding hands, their eyes followed Yiyi closely, even though the curtain blocked all the light.

The warm applause in the concert hall is calling for Xiao Yiyi who is hiding.

Some even stood up and shouted, "Yiyi! I love you!"

The hoarse shout caused a burst of friendly laughter in the concert hall.

Many people followed and shouted: "Yiyi! Encore" "Yiyi! Come again!"

"Yiyi! I like you!"

The solemn and serious concert hall became relaxed and flamboyant because of the young people's joyful and straightforward confession.

This is a planned encore. At the end of each concert, the performers will come out amid warm applause and cheers, improvising and thanking the audience over and over again.

However, Lian Shengyi was standing not far away, already prepared, but he didn't dare to take half a step.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and no matter how hard she tried to restrain her excitement, she could not escape the surveillance of the sensitive equipment.

The green lines must be jumping like crazy.

She thought that sister Dong Si would definitely object, and her mother would not let her go out again.

So, Lian Shengyi grabbed Lian Junan's clothes, his gaze was full of pleading and longing.

She hopes that her brother can encourage her and tell her: this is the best time to come back on stage and respond to the audience.

However, her brother hesitated to look behind him.

Yu Meiling stood there, still in her evening dress.

Her eyes were red, like a ray of wandering spirit, soaked in sadness and grief, hoping that her daughter, who only had the stage in her eyes, would take the initiative to return to her side.

Lian Junan was shocked by such a lost mother.

He should encourage Yiyi, but now he hesitates.

"Yiyi..." He reached out and touched his sister's forehead hair, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, next time we-"

"Yiyi." Zhong Ying's voice interrupted his next session.

The calm and gentle young man held the ancient ten-stringed zither in his arms, "Let's go, they are calling you."

Yiyi's hesitation and panic turned into joy in an instant.

She let go of her brother's hem, hugged her morning dew, and followed Zhong Ying's footsteps.

The moment they stepped onto the stage again, some applause that was gradually weakening suddenly became intense, and some voices that had disappeared also reappeared.

"Yiyi!"

"Lian Shengyi!"

Their enthusiasm was clearly transmitted to Lian Shengyi's ears along with their voices.

Ke Yiyi felt very strange.

Really weird.

Her ears turned red from the applause and cheers, and her fingers trembled from the gaze of the enthusiastic audience.

Why did her violently beating heart seem to have calmed down, without making any noise, so that she could not feel its protest.

The beating sound that should be beating the eardrums was replaced by applause and cheers.

She could only hear those warm and beautiful voices, and could no longer feel the heart closest to her.

Accompanied by Zhong Ying, she walked onto the stage without any instructions, and walked to the table and chairs prepared for Guqin.

It was very remote and far away, and Lian Shengyi followed him a few steps, then returned to the Erhu in a panic.

On the huge stage, she seemed to be the only one.

There is no familiar piano melody, nor gentle parents and brothers.

She is alone.

Lian Shengyi nervously took off the microphone, and the applause gradually quieted down with her movements.

She heard her heartbeat again, thump, thump, mixed with her rapid breathing, making her not know how to speak.

The little musician who was at a loss turned to look at his teacher Zhong.

But found that Teacher Zhong smiled gently, looked at her quietly, and, like all the audience, gave her patiently waiting.

Lian Shengyi realized that this was the concert she wanted.

Pairs of hot and brilliant eyes stared at her intently, waiting for her free performance.

Yiyi showed a happy smile, and made the only self-introduction at the concert——

"My name is Lian Shengyi, I am 12 years old."

The sweet voice of the little girl echoed in the spacious concert hall, clear and lovely, trembling slightly with tension.

"Today is a very important day for me, and it is also a very important concert."

Her eyes were bright, she carefully looked at the crowd in the auditorium, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for being here, thank you for liking my performance, thank you for your applause and recognition. So, there is another piece of music, I want to be alone..."

Lian Shengyi suddenly recovered and looked at the silent Zhong Ying.

Those eyes were gentle and smiling, encouraging her to bravely say what she wanted to say without minding anything.

Her teacher Zhong has a pair of beautiful eyes, and it is those eyes that from the vast crowd, in Vienna, thousands of miles away, through an impromptu song that has been adapted beyond recognition, she discovered her silent self in a dark corner.

That's her tune.

No matter how you change the melody, change the note, change the instrument or the person playing, there will always be a pair of eyes through which you can see the true and silent life behind.

Now, the silent Lian Shengyi can speak out.

Holding the microphone in her hands, she said firmly——

"This piece of music, I want to bring it to everyone together with my teachers."

Her teacher is not only Zhong Ying, but also Feng Yuanqing, Bai Huisheng, and Fang Lan.

Some came to the scene, some never came again.

But her short and lonely life became brilliant because of these teachers.

Let her muster the courage to stand on the stage.

"It was once an impromptu song, and it was composed on this erhu named Chaolu."

Yiyi looked at the audience in the concert hall and smiled brightly, "I thought of many names for it, but I found that only one name is the most suitable for it."

Her voice was gentle, and the sweet childish voice called her name.

"Yiyi."

She smiled and told everyone, "The name of this impromptu song played by Chaolu is "Yi Yi"."

It's shining brightly, it's shining brightly, it's shining brightly.

It is the meaning of Yiyi's existence.

It was also out of sorrow and pain, accompanied by a baby crying, that Yi Yi was born into the world.