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Lian Shengyi was wearing an ordinary cute T-shirt and shorts, and hugged Chaolu just like at home.

The difference is that she really has many listeners and fans who will say "I love you" and "I like you" to her.

Even if such a liking is short, even if they leave the concert hall, they will forget it after a night of sleep.

She was too happy to be herself.

The concert hall returned to silence, and Lian Shengyi drew the silver bowstring.

The sad and melancholy "Yi Yi" has a low prelude, sinking into an unknown corner, just like herself, seeing the light from afar, and hiding in the darkness far away.

Without the last worry, her morning dew burst into a hoarse and desolate cry, and played "Yi Yi" for her to prove her existence.

Hu Xian, who was exposed to the morning dew, was flying Lian Shengyi's thoughts to his heart's content.

The light peeped in the darkness is the bright light on her stage, slowly telling about Lian Shengyi's life.

Pain is the color of her soul, and her memory is always dark.

That was the first time Lian Shengyi knew that he could not go out of the house like ordinary children.

She can't cry, she can't laugh, she can't roll on the beach, she can't climb the endless dangerous peak.

The lonely and stable life spent little by little what little time she had left.

She hid under the reliable branches of the big tree, quietly looking at the dazzling sun through the leaves.

Different from the happy and joyful movement, the melody of "Yi Yi" is so painful that the audience's heart throbs.

It was as if the white bow held in Yiyi's hand had turned into a blade, and it was picked in the heart of the listener.

She is a girl who was born in light and sunk in darkness.

Her only prayer is to be able to come out of the darkness and bathe in the sunshine again.

Erhu's lamentation and pain far surpassed the impromptu that Zhong Ying had heard in Vienna.

Lian Shengyi was confiding, complaining, and venting.

The accompaniment of Zhong Ying and Lingling Guqin made the darkness as deep as ink even more gloomy.

Suddenly, Hu Xian burst out a high-pitched voice.

At that moment, at that moment, Lian Shengyi in the darkness stood up and walked out.

Carefully, holding his fragile heart, he saw the real light.

She walked very slowly, so slowly that the silver strings of the erhu intermittently seemed to be panting.

She walked very hard, so hard that the bowstring protested hoarsely, as if it was about to break.

The bell should hear walking on the tip of the knife.

Yi Yi, who is kneading her strings and bowing her bow, is climbing an insurmountable peak, with blood dripping at every step, like a daughter of the sea, leaving the darkness on which she lives and walking towards the light that will melt her.

There was a sound of heavy strings, trembling with a faint hope.

That was her heartfelt voice, her struggle, her gratitude, and her farewell.

The ancient piano body of Yayun echoes ethereal and deserted in the vibrato of the morning dew. Everything they have experienced is being experienced by Lian Shengyi.

Lian Shengyi is bathing in the light they have waited for.

Once in the impromptu song, I could only quietly yearn for the sun overlooking the distance, suddenly shining on the earth.

The melody is like a tourist climbing a mountain, reaching the peak with hard work.

The scenery that is not afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes is a piece of vibrant green.

Leading all the people who listened to this piece of music saw the lush forest, the magnificent ocean, the soft clouds, and the rising sun.

Lian Sheng's silver strings issued a bright and dazzling presto amidst the high-pitched tones.

Like a naughty child, he ran all the way to the top of the mountain and shouted at the deep valley——

Hello!Mother!My life is so bitter and lonely.

Hi!dad!You always look at me more silently than your mother.

elder brother!my brother!In the next life, you will still be my elder brother, tolerate my willfulness, and take me to experience the joy of music.

Those shouts turned into roars, crashing into the deserted mountains and forests, scaring away countless frightened birds.

The audience stared dumbfounded at the crazy performer. She was not like a 12-year-old, she seemed to have gone through vicissitudes and returned to her life. At the last moment of her life, she took a crazy leap and went into the abyss with a smile.

Hu Xian eagerly fell into the cliff, and the audience's eyes widened in pain.

They couldn't believe that the dazzling melody would come to an abrupt end in such a short time.

They are still yearning for the hope and light that they have waited so hard to dispel the grief left in their hearts by the bitter darkness. Why are they leaving with the sun before the thick shadows are illuminated? !

However, the shining strings are getting lower and lower, and the ice strings of Zhongying are getting more and more broken.

The incomplete soul was torn apart in the rapidly falling melody, until she drew back the bowstring and played a slow, slow Adagio.

It was supposed to be hope, but it was so fragmented that a complete image could not be put together.

It may be light, but it is as weak as a firefly flying up from the deepest part of a cliff and deep valley.

With a pale face and a smile, Lian Shengyi played this fragile and soft lyric.

The firefly became lighter and weaker, and when it flew to the peak where it fell off the cliff, it flapped its broken wings tremblingly.

Like an eagle falling off a cliff, struggling to send the last message——

I do not regret.

I am very happy.

Even if you lose your life.

It was a gentle and long torture, kneading on the silver strings, making people stare at Yiyi closely with worry.

They don't know what happened, they don't know what's being posted.

Why did her melody bring darkness to them, and they were finally excited to welcome the light of hope, but they had to face deeper pain.

Yiyi is just a 12-year-old girl, she has a lot of time to squander.

But her "Yi Yi" has gone through the pain, the darkness, and saw the short-lived light, and it has become so radical.

The brighter it is, the more it makes people cry.

It seems that she just wanted to stand on the stage, in front of the most beautiful scenery, and say to them——

I heard, I saw, I was free.

I have been here.

The erhu lost its sound, and the ten-stringed qin slowly drew back.

The audience in the concert hall was so shocked by Lian Shengyi's profound music thoughts that they almost forgot to blink, stared closely at the little girl on the stage, and expressed their surprise and surprise with applause.

It's a sad, dark piece of music that shouldn't be a commentary on the cute little girl they saw.

But her performance was so beautiful, with so many ups and downs, that they suspected that she had experienced the pain that made people cry, and she only wanted the last happy cry all her life.

The applause was warm, Lian Shengyi hugged Chaolu, lowered his eyes, as if he was immersed in the performance that he did his best and couldn't get out.

However, Zhong Ying immediately noticed her abnormality.

At the end of the adagio, at the final tremolo, at the moment when Lian Shengyi stopped pulling the bowstring, she seemed to have no strength.

So, Zhong Ying ran over amidst warm applause, and forcibly took the morning dew from Lian Shengyi's arms.

Lian Shengyi frowned in pain, his eyes were blank.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong, I, I..."

She wanted to say nothing, but was too painful to speak.

Zhong Ying immediately picked her up, and ran behind the curtain amidst warm applause and unexplained screams.

"Yiyi!" "Yiyi!"

That was the worry from Lian's family, which was overshadowed by the lively encore in the concert hall.

Zhong Ying felt his own violent heartbeat, and he even suspected that it was Yiyi's heartbeat.

But there was a weak reassurance in my ear: "...I'm fine."

Those three words were so light, as light as a sigh, exhausting Lian Shengyi's greatest strength.

As soon as he ran behind the curtain, Lian Junan immediately took his sister from him.

"Yiyi!"

The brother's familiar voice and familiar embrace made the painful Lian Shengyi no longer depressed.

She let out a cry of grievance, and shouted coquettishly: "Brother, I hurt, it hurts so much!"

Weeping and crying became all the sounds Yiyi could make.

They walked out of the concert hall in a panic and haste. Dong Si followed closely with his equipment, and everyone was accompanied by the pale-faced wayward girl.

Zhong Ying chased them forward, he could hear the farewell in Yiyi's music.

The melody of despair and tranquility hides Lian Shengyi's confession.

The little girl uttered the cry of her soul through an encore, and was punished painfully by her heart.

It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this.

Zhong Ying followed them in a panic, wanting to accompany Yiyi to the hospital, wanting to see that Yiyi was okay.

Lian Kai stopped him from going forward.

Zhong Ying did not speak a few words with this conductor, but every time he spoke, he was serious, gentle and unrefutable.

"We will accompany Yiyi, you have to give the audience the best response."

His eyes were dark and quiet, like Yi Yi's eyes.

He said seriously: "This is a Yiyi concert, a concert that should not leave any regrets."

Zhong Ying watched him turn around and walk away, his steady steps turned into a hasty run.

In the end, only the lively applause from the concert hall for "Yi Yi" was left, overshadowing the noisy and chaotic backstage that was getting farther and farther away.

The audience didn't know what happened to their little angel. They thought that the little girl Zhong Ying carried off the stage hid shyly, and they had to use more enthusiastic cheers and applause to call her out.

Li Jinqiu's face was livid, and he patted Zhong Ying's shoulder.

"Zhong Ying, go and help Yiyi respond to the audience."

Zhong Ying looked at him blankly, and said in a low voice: "When playing the last piece of Adagio...Yiyi felt uncomfortable."

After Zhong Ying said this, Li Jinqiu and Zhou Yifei also came to their senses.

The sound of strings falling rapidly off the cliff was Yiyi's painful mistake.

However, Yiyi used strong willpower to fight against her heart, bringing the audience a firefly under the abyss.

The weak, gentle firefly turned into a little eagle, spread its wings and flew back to the trembling cliff.

Pretend nothing happened.

Their faces became paler amidst the audience's gradually weakening voices, but there was nothing they could do.

"Brother Zhong..."

Zhou Yifei heard the applause and cheers on the stage turned into noisy discussions.

"Can you play one more piece? Then tell them it's over..."

The concert wasn't over yet, but Yiyi's parents and elder brother accompanied Yiyi to the hospital.

Only one more encore can draw a perfect end to Yiyi's most important concert.

Playing music and announcing the end sounded so simple, but made Zhong Ying's steps heavy.

He regretted not interrupting Yiyi's performance, and he was even more puzzled that Meiling, Dong Si, Lian Junan, and Lian Kai did not interrupt the music.

They stood in the background, in front of the nearest monitor monitoring Yiyi's heart.

They knew better than anyone else that Yiyi was enduring pain and awakened a shining eagle in the midst of the pain.

Zhong Ying returned to the stage.

The noisy voices turned into whispers, and the audience was curious and confused——

What about Yiyi?

Where's my cute little Yiyi?

Where is my talented musician Yi Yi?

Unfortunately, there is only Zhong Ying.

He sat back in front of Shixian Yayun, without a word, brushed the ice string fiercely.

The sonorous and shrill voice silenced the discussions off the stage.

Because this guqin does not have the main theme of the erhu, it becomes so sad.

But its sorrow was born from the fluorescent eagle, which turned into a flying behemoth, Beiming Kunpeng, continuing the weak cry of "Yi Yi".

The ten stringed famous piano is crying and roaring for Yiyi.

One sound, one section after another, played the mournful cry of mountains and rivers.

The audience was nailed to their seats, thinking it was just a guqin with soft accompaniment.

But I never thought that when it is played alone, it is like a sharp blade, like a knife and gun, the strings are collapsing and the mountains are falling!

The sound of "Zheng!" was like a broken string, hovering in the vast concert hall.

The audience was silent, their lips parted slightly to regain their breath.

He stared at the young man playing without blinking his eyes.

He picked up the ten-stringed instrument, walked to the stage with a bloodless face and picked up the topic, and said in a cold voice: "Thank you for coming, Yiyi likes you too."

"—Do you like today's performance?"

Then, the eloquent host quickly took his words, appeared from behind the curtain with a smile, and brought the audience's attention back.

Zhong Ying walked off the stage silently, her fingers trembling slightly.

"Zhong Ying?"

Li Jinqiu heard something wrong at the end of the impromptu performance.

He followed Zhong Ying's silent and dignified placement of Ya Yun, and seemed to find that Zhong Ying's movements had become sluggish.

"Give me your hand?" Li Jinqiu grabbed Zhong Ying's hand in confusion and arrogance.

It was found that the slender right fingertips were oozing blood that had not yet coagulated, and the fingers with most of the fingernails were broken, revealing the mutilated soft flesh!

"You broke your nails with that last sound?!"

Li Jinqiu's heart ached beyond measure.

Those are the fingers of the pianist, ten fingers connected to the heart, how much does it hurt Zhong Ying? !

But Zhong Ying withdrew his hand from his palm, and the pain couldn't be more painful than the beating heart in his chest.

His face was pale, he clenched his fists, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I have to go see Yiyi."

He stared at Yayun's tightly closed piano case with vain eyes, and entrusted the piano to the person he trusted the most.

"You help me protect Yayun, I'll go and see Yiyi."

Going to see Yiyi has become Zhong Ying's obsession.

He was in a daze, stopped the taxi based on his memory, and went to the hospital that Lian Junan had mentioned.

The lights of the hospital at night were terribly pale, without the noisy crowd, the emptiness was palpitating.

Zhong Ying walked into the first aid hall and asked the busy nurses.

"Just delivered a little girl, twelve years old, do you know where she is now—"

Before the nurse could answer, Zhong Ying heard Lian Junan's voice.

"Zhong Ying?"

Lian Shengyi has been delivered for more than half an hour, but there is still no news in the emergency room.

The parents stayed outside the emergency room, and Lian Jun'an had to go through the formalities and pay the fee.

After so many years, he should have gotten used to it, but he is still uneasy at this moment.

He feebly asked about the concert, he listened silently to Zhong Ying and said: The audience likes Yiyi.

"Zhong Ying, you go back first..."

As he said that, he thought of something, his eyes lit up a little, "By the way, I'll give you Yiyi's account, please trouble you or that kid, and help us upload the video online."

Lian Junan wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched as if to cry, "When Yiyi recovers, she must be happy."

Zhong Ying silently watched Lian Junan return to the place where Yiyi was. He stared at the pale and empty emergency room of the hospital, and also registered a number for himself.

Bandage the finger with a broken nail that is still oozing pain.

On a wild night, Zhou Yifei and Li Jinqiu got the concert video recorded by professional equipment.

Zhou Yifei was adept at editing videos and dealing with noise, even if he stayed up all night, he could still meet Lian Junan's request.

Early the next morning, the video had just been uploaded, and Zhong Ying, who had stayed up all night, unexpectedly received a call from Lian Junan.

"Zhong Ying, can you come to the hospital? Yiyi wants to see you."

The voice over there was weak, and obviously, like them, they stayed up all night.

One night, Yiyi had been transferred from the emergency room to the general ward.

But it was the first time Zhong Ying saw such a weak Yi Yi.

She was lying on the hospital bed, her face was paler than the pillow, her lips were bloodless, she was wearing an oxygen tube, attached to a complicated monitor transmission line, and her poor little hands were pricked with needles, and she was infusing bit by bit.

Only a pair of pitch-black eyes shone with light when they saw Zhong Ying.

"The concert was a success."

Zhong Ying told her softly, "Xiaofei helped you upload the video online. When you feel better, I can ask your brother to play it for you on your mobile phone. There must be many fans of you. Leave a message for you. Send you flowers."

He picked out some words that Yiyi would be happy to hear, and hoped that the frail little girl would be happy.

However, after listening, Yiyi said: "Mr. Zhong, next time..."

She spoke intermittently, her anger was like a thread, "Next time, can you tell me the story of Yiyin Yashe?"

The story she failed to hear backstage in the concert hall seemed to be a bigger regret.

Regrets that are more important than concerts and video messages.

The little girl blinked tiredly.

She said greedily, "I want to be on stage again with Teacher Zhong. Next time, next time, I want to play the Mulan pipa of Yiyin Yashe. I also want to..."

Yiyi smiled embarrassedly, but failed to raise the corners of her cute mouth, and said weakly, "Learn from Mr. Shen's ten-string guqin."

Her tears flowed down uncontrollably as she struggled to speak.

Lian Junan wiped her dry carefully, but she only stared at Zhong Ying.

"Okay, Teacher Zhong?"

"Okay." Zhong Ying didn't hesitate.

"I will teach you the pistil and stamen of Mulan Pipa, the elegant rhyme of ten strings, and the rare sound of 36 chime bells."

His eyes were weak and bright, and he bent his eyes happily, tears kept flowing into the handkerchief Lian Junan put beside her eyes.

"Then we've agreed."

Yiyi was really happy, she raised her immature fingers and bent them in a weak arc.

Zhong Ying was stunned for a moment, he avoided the bandaged ugly right hand, and gently hooked Yiyi's little finger with his left hand.

And Yiyi pulled the hook.

He never knew that Yiyi's fingers could be so slender and so cold.

Such cold and thin fingers played a unique and beautiful piece of music in this world.

Pain, despair, hope, and dreams are woven into strong and weak Yiyi.

"Well, it's settled."

He smiled and said, "When you get better, I will bring you all the instruments from the Yiyin Yashe. The two of us can hold a concert and play all the poems of the Han Yuefu."

"The sound of the water stirs the pussies and reeds, and the journey of thousands of miles to the mountains is like flying. The young and the strong don't work hard, the boss is sad, the hungry don't eat the tiger, and the evening doesn't follow the wild sparrows. And, there is another song you have never heard. The music of -"

"It's called "Jingxing". Jingxing is a star that symbolizes auspiciousness. As long as it rises, there will be peace in the world. There will be no war, no poverty, no illness, and Yiyi's illness will disappear because of its starlight... "

Zhong Ying talked nonsense to make the children happy.

Lian Shengyi looked at him, blinking tiredly.

She listened carefully to these familiar verses, each of which has a great musician's annotation behind it, and there is still 80 years of waiting.

80 years, such a long, long time, so long that Lian Sheng felt sleepy and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhong Ying stopped talking in astonishment, and subconsciously looked at the screen of the ECG monitor.

Those simple lines are still jumping smoothly.

For the little girl sleeping on the hospital bed, only the symmetrical breathing and the fluctuation of the ECG monitor can prove that she is still alive.

"Let her sleep, she's tired."

Lian Junan's voice was extremely soft, and finally helped Yiyi wipe the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Ying held Yiyi's cold hand, put it back by her side, and followed Lian Junan out of the ward.

Yu Meiling and Lian Kai stood guard all night. Only Lian Junan, a young and healthy elder brother, was able to withstand the physically exhausting performances and rescues, and he still has a clear mind even now.

Zhong Ying said: "Yiyi is safe, and I am relieved. When she is discharged from the hospital, I will visit her at your home."

He added: "When I went out, Xiaofei was already uploading the video, and in a few hours, you can show it to Yiyi."

"By the way, when Yiyi is discharged from the hospital, I want to bring over the musical instruments at home and teach her to play more music."

The future is full of beautiful plans, but Lian Junan smiles forcedly, even bitterly.

But he just nodded and said, "Well, I'll call you then."

Zhong Ying returned home and fell asleep thoroughly.

The broken fingertips were wrapped in gauze, clumsy and painful.

But he woke up and immediately started preparing for the performance of "Millennium Yuefu".

Yiyi didn't have that much time to waste.

Preferably within half a year, when she recovers, they will be on stage with musical instruments.

Lian Shengyi is the best pipa and erhu player.

Zhong Ying is a perfect guqin and chime player.

Even if it's just the two of them, they can replay the familiar melody for the musicians of the Yiyin Yashe.

Zhong Ying has been busy for three days and arranged the repertoire for the duet, leaving only "Jing Xing" which is incomplete and unable to reach perfection.

He thought about whether he could ask Yiyi to adapt this piece of music to see what the little genius thought.

But it was interrupted by Zhou Yifei's frenzied phone calls.

The children were cheering over there.

"Brother Zhong, Yiyi's video has been recommended by many people, all of whom are great musicians and professional music critics!"

He was happy for Yiyi from the bottom of his heart, "My family Yiyi has finally been known by many people! She is hot!"

Zhong Ying curiously opened the video homepage.

That night I stayed up late to upload the video, which was carefully edited and processed by Zhou Yifei, with subtitles, and told the music and Yiyi's story along with the music.

Countless great musicians who came to the scene warmly recommended, shared, and praised this hidden talented girl.

Zhong Ying didn't understand the standard of "fire", but he saw that long concert video, which had more than one million views.

Compared with the poor viewership and number of fans before, Yiyi's homepage is very lively.

In the concise comment area below, many unfamiliar IDs appeared.

He refreshed a little, and he could see the comments posted 1 second ago, praising the lovely and excellent performers in real time.

They called "my Yiyi" and "cute Yiyi" affectionately, saying that they had discovered the treasure unexpectedly.

Many people even presented fireworks excitedly, so that Zhou Yifei's stable No. [-] position on the list was ruthlessly taken away, leaving behind a dozen places.

Zhong Ying felt that Yiyi would be very happy to know about it.

Because, the world knew her and recognized her.

The most beautiful response to her fight and struggle.

However, before Zhong Ying told Lian Junan the news, he received a call from Lian Junan first.

"We're out of the hospital."

His voice was tired, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights, "If you are free...today, no, tomorrow, please come to our house tomorrow to get something."

"Things?" Zhong Ying repeated in confusion, unable to understand Lian Junan's ethereal words.

The silent breathing over there has been unable to explain for a long time.

"Things, that's... things. You'll know when you come."

After finishing speaking, he hung up, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Zhong Ying was terrified and uneasy, but all his uneasiness was because of the sentence "We are discharged from the hospital" forcibly calming down.

He guessed that the only thing he could take away was morning dew.

Maybe Yu Meiling doesn't want Yiyi to touch musical instruments again, maybe the last "Yiyi" made Yu Meiling discover the danger of Morning Dew.

Zhong Ying thought of many possibilities, and he could understand Yu Meiling's approach.

It was a mother, even if she was angry and asked him to take away Chaolu, sooner or later, Yiyi would beg her mother to let Chaolu come back to her.

Zhong Ying went out early in the morning and went to Yiyi's home.

The quiet villa is still the same as when he first came here.

It was Lian Junan who opened the door.

He was haggard, unshaven, wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans, and his whole figure seemed to have sunk into the darkness.

"What happened?" Zhong Ying asked in a low voice.

Lian Junan shook his head, but did not answer.

He walked in with red eyes, and Yu Meiling was waiting for them.

Zhong Ying has never seen Yu Meiling like this.

The black dress was solemn and gloomy, without the piano queen he remembered, always with exquisite makeup and bright red color.

Only the bitterness and sadness like thick ink are left.

She handed over a piano case and said, "Zhong Ying, please bring it to Fang Lan."

That is the erhuqin box.

The slight panic in Zhong Ying's heart set off a violent storm with these words.

"Where's Yiyi?" He asked softly, his voice trembling.

Yu Meiling's lifeless eyes were blank for a moment.

She put down the piano case that Zhong Ying had not picked up, as if it was too heavy to lift, causing her to let out a low sigh from exhaustion.

Suddenly, the sad mother shed tears, and the corners of her pale mouth curled up.

With tears in her eyes, she smiled and said, "We, Yiyi, turned into an eagle and flew away towards the sun."