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Lian Junan did not go to Yiyi's room, but walked through the hall on the first floor to the door of the room closest to the music room.

He knocked on the door and poked his head in, "Is Yiyi asleep?"

Dong Si looked at him with a coffee cup, "No, but the heart rate is very stable."

Lian Junan closed the door, and immediately reported to his mother, "I saw that Yiyi is still awake, Mom, do you want to talk to her? I'll knock on the door."

"No, it's too late."

The serious Yu Meiling softened her eyes, and took off the heavy earrings with confidence.

"You're alone at home recently, so take care of Yiyi carefully. As an older brother, you should take care of everything."

Lian Junan's heart is always terrified by her mother's exhortation.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

He usually always protects Yiyi, but when it comes to the critical moment, he can't say a few useful words to prove that he really cares, and he can only repeat his mother's instructions mechanically.

Lian Junan was full of fear of his mother.

As long as he can remember, Yu Meiling has been more like a strict piano teacher than a gentle and kind mother.

He quietly passed Yiyi's room and returned to the computer.

On the other side of the video call, Yu Meiling, who had just finished a performance, was finally able to relax, and while removing her makeup, she asked, "How about Zhong Ying, who came to teach Yiyi recently? Fang Lan said that he is Bai Huisheng's favorite student, and he is sensible." Talented. But I'm not sure, he's too young."

She said she was worried, because she wanted to listen to Lian Junan's feedback.

However, Lian Junan, who was supposed to be at odds with Zhong Ying, calmed down and said with a smile, "Mom, don't worry. He has been here twice, and I have been with him both times. I see him teach Yiyi played the erhu and played the guqin to accompany Yiyi, all of them are doing very well. Moreover, although he is young, he has a very good personality, and he talks and laughs when he teaches the instrument..."

It was only for Yiyi that Lian Jun'an could suppress his indignation and anger and forced a smile.

"Yiyi likes him very much."

He tried to talk about Zhong Ying's strengths, and exaggerated those personality charms that could not be shown in the surveillance video.

However, Yu Meiling wiped off her thick makeup and said nothing.

Lian Junan was used to her mother being like this, but she still tried her best to praise a person she hated.

"By the way, he can play the piano."

Yu Meiling is a pianist, so she should like young people who play the piano.

Even though Lian Jun'an hated Zhong Ying's piano, he smiled at this time and tried to praise sincerely:

"Yiyi played "Canon", a very beautiful melody, he taught it."

As long as Yiyi likes it, it doesn't matter if he tells some harmless lies.

"It's a gentle and clear melody. I'll ask Yiyi to record it for you tomorrow, and then post it on the Internet."

Maybe it was talking about "Canon", maybe it was talking about the piano.

Yu Meiling, who was busy over there, suddenly stopped, staring at Lian Junan silently with her deep and serious eyes.

For a moment, Lian Junan even thought that there was something wrong with the network.

But I heard Yu Meiling's gentle voice.

"An'an, do you know that every time I lie, my expression is unnatural?"

Lian Junan was startled and almost cried out.

But he still stabilized his emotions, pretending to be stupid in confusion, "What?"

Yu Meiling paused for a while while removing her make-up, and stared at him slowly, as if waiting for him to confess and be lenient.

"It never occurred to me that my son would compliment an amateur pianist."

The mother's gentle voice easily punctured Lian Junan's inflated balloon, "Your pride tells me that you are lying, do you understand?"

"Mom, I'm not lying, it's just, just—"

He really didn't lie, it's just that Zhong Ying's musical talent was so terrifying that he never dared to improvise again.

But he couldn't even say this!

Lian Jun'an was at a loss for a moment, he abandoned his self-esteem and praised Zhong Ying, but he didn't expect to be self-defeating.

Yu Meiling sighed, and said quietly: "There are so many teachers in Yiyi, and you have never praised them like you do now."

Through the video network, even Junan could feel his mother's anger, "It seems that this person is not suitable to be Yiyi's teacher. He is young, so he is inexperienced and not stable enough. And he knows so many musical instruments, which is enough to show that he is not professional enough. One, I can't concentrate..."

It sounded like a mother was analyzing her daughter's teacher objectively and impartially, but Lian Jun'an was still unable to intervene.

Mom's judgment is always accurate and cannot be questioned.

Even if Yiyi likes it, it can't stop her decision.

The video call was still going on, Lian Junan didn't speak, and no matter how much Yu Meiling said, even Junan could only think of the kindergarten that Yiyi changed to when she was a child.

Yiyi likes kindergarten and is very happy every time she goes to school.

However, every move of the happy little girl in the kindergarten will be reported to Yu Meiling.

The children's normal fights and fights, and the children's falls and wrestles while chasing and running, all became the source of Yu Meiling's anger.

Yiyi changed three kindergartens for this reason, and the happy little girl became more and more silent.

Lian Junan will always remember that Yiyi once asked him:

"Brother, can't I go back to the old kindergarten? I made an appointment with Xiaodong to show him the picture book."

He didn't know who Xiaodong was, but he knew that Yiyi had made friends.

Even a fall in kindergarten, a knee injury, is not as important as a friend.

Unfortunately, kindergarten is the only place where Yiyi can make friends.

Yiyi was older, so he could only learn the knowledge taught by his tutor at home.

Only learning an instrument is better.

She gained much, much more freedom than ever before.

At least, you can play music freely on different instruments without being bound.

"What do you think?" Yu Meiling asked, interrupting Lian Junan's distraction.

Even if her son didn't listen to a word, it didn't prevent Lian Junan from agreeing casually: "Well, you're right."

Because, Lian Junan knew very well that if he raised objections, he would definitely be "persuaded" even more strongly.

Nothing could change his mother's dislike for Zhong Ying, and he didn't bother to struggle anymore.

"elder brother?"

The sound of pushing the door, accompanied by a small call, came in.

Yu Meiling, who was analyzing seriously just now, immediately raised her voice in surprise, "Yiyi."

"mom!"

With a cute call, Lian Shengyi jumped to the front of the video call, revealing her loose soft hair and big dark eyes on the screen.

"Ouch, baby." Yu Meiling laughed out her beautiful dimples, took off her heavy makeup and jewelry, and smiled brightly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I was wondering if Mom would call me."

Lian Shengyi skillfully seized Lian Junan's position and occupied the entire phone screen, "As a result, my mother quietly talked to my brother and didn't call me!"

The little girl blamed innocently, hearing that Yu Meiling was acting like a baby.

The tired mother was radiant, smiled and coaxed: "Because my mother is discussing with my brother and has prepared a surprise for you."

"What surprise?" Lian Shengyi opened his eyes happily.

"My mother saw a hand-held lyre in London. It was very cute. I will bring it back in two days."

Yu Meiling's strictness has turned into kindness, "Yiyi waits for mom obediently at home, okay?"

Lian Shengyi replied cheerfully, "Okay."

After coaxing the child with musical instruments, Yu Meiling talked about the decision she had just made.

"Yiyi, are you too tired from studying recently? I heard from my brother that the new teacher Zhong taught you too much, and you seem to be working hard. Let's rest for a few days, shall we? Mom will come back soon to accompany you and take you to Sea World to see little penguins."

Lian Shengyi's favorite place usually doesn't get a cute "yes" from Lian Shengyi.

She blinked her clear eyes and told Yu Meiling seriously.

"Mom, I'm not working hard."

She hid by the door and heard clearly.

She also knew that no matter where in the world Yu Meiling was, she could know everything that happened at home.

However, Lian Shengyi worked hard to win over his favorite teacher and favorite friend.

She said, "Mom, don't worry, Teacher Zhong is a very good teacher, he knows how to play "Long Song Xing" on the erhu strings, and he can also play Du Fu's "Spring Hope" on the guqin. And , Teacher Feng and Teacher Bai's music, as soon as I tell him, he will know."

"Ms. Fang hasn't come for so long. I've always missed her, and I still miss Mr. Bai. But, mom, if you don't let Mr. Zhong come, no one will be able to teach me their music anymore."

After listening quietly, Yu Meiling explained with gentle eyebrows: "Mom didn't stop Teacher Zhong from coming, she was afraid of your hard work."

"I don't work hard, really."

Lian Shengyi eagerly defended himself and said, "Mr. Zhong also brought a fan of mine. Mom, you usually help me upload videos, so you must know him."

"His name is Zhou Yifei, and he is called Southwest Fei on the Internet. He said that he sent me fireworks, left me messages, and chatted with me..."

The little girl's eyes showed a trace of grievance, and she complained: "Mom, why didn't you tell me?"

Yu Meiling controls Yiyi's account.

She just wanted to give the children a channel to play, and she didn't intend for the unidentified monsters and ghosts on the Internet to really come into contact with her baby.

Flying Southwest, she has an impression.

A netizen who likes to give gifts often asks about the price of musical instruments, and inquires about Yiyi's information by beating around the bush.

Yu Meiling didn't like it very much.

"Mom is coming back this time and is going to tell you."

Even if Lian Shengyi questioned her face to face, Yu Meiling still sat firmly on Mount Tai, "I was too busy before, so I forgot to mention it. After all, they are all online people, so it doesn't matter at all."

"But he met me online and liked my music, and when he came home, he also liked my music."

Lian Shengyi's logic is always simple and straightforward, "He is a person who especially likes my music, so to me, he is very important."

Her voice was serious, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Yu Meiling hadn't been corrected so seriously by her daughter yet, so she couldn't help but look to the side...

Well, her son was completely hidden, unable to accept the condemnation of her sight.

"Well, it's mom's fault." She compromised with a smile, "When mom comes back, can I apologize to Yiyi?"

Lian Shengyi won a brief victory, and his smile became brighter.

"Then I also want Teacher Zhong to teach me more musical instruments. Mom won't let Teacher Zhong come."

"I still have to take lessons with Brother Zhou Yifei, play the piano together, and record videos together—"

Her repeated requests made Yu Meiling on the other side of the video look a little dignified.

Lian Shengyi immediately sensed his mother's resistance, his voice became sweeter and his smile became more beautiful.

"Mom~"

Yiyi stared with wide and clear eyes, and smiled coquettishly, "It's summer vacation, I don't even have any friends to hang out with. At least let them spend the summer vacation with me."

Zhong Ying was in the room, with the warm overhead light on, flipping through the music composed by Yiyin Yashe.

Lian Shengyi's talent is amazing, he can play any piece of music in its entirety after listening to it once, and he can also make excellent changes.

In addition, she knows how to change a few syllables to render different musical images, which makes Zhong Ying feel more confident in her.

Zhong Ying was thinking while reading the score.

"War City South" is too heavy and tragic, not suitable for cute girls.

"The Song of Mulan" served in the army for his father, being loyal and filial, just to tell Yiyi what it means to be a confidante who won't let a man...

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the vibration of his mobile phone.

Ever since he met Li Jinqiu, he has received a lot of notifications.

However, this time it was Li Jinqiu's little nephew who sent two sentences from the air:

"Brother Zhong, Brother Zhong!"

Shouting twice is like a signal to connect, he must match before he dares to speak.

Zhong Ying felt playful and typed with a smile: "Please speak, please speak."

After sending the message, Zhou Yifei popped up countless messages.

"Look quickly, is the melody played by Yiyi different the two times?"

"Oh no, it's not the melody! It's the feeling. Does it feel different?"

"Impossible, Yiyi is a super genius, she can definitely remember the music she improvised."

"But, but!"

Zhou Yifei spoke like a repeating machine, "The music recorded on my mobile phone is actually better than the top-notch equipment in her music room."

"This unscientific!"

The exclamation mark in the phone message is enough to express the shock of Zhou Yifei's kid.

After he learned how to use the audio and video recordings in the music room, he took away the copy of Yiyi's impromptu "Canon" by the way, and planned to help Yiyi deal with the noise, re-edit and add subtitles, and then send it back.

However, there is a big gap between the "Canon" recorded by his mobile phone and the second "Canon" recorded with professional equipment.

Even a talented electronic music player like him can tell the difference!

After waiting for a while, the clip edited by Zhou Yifei finally reached Zhong Ying along the slow network.

He clicked to play, and the mobile phone video with extremely rough sound effects and picture quality echoed the gentle tone of "Canon" clearly.

After listening to it, he clicked on the music room with clear picture quality to record the audio. Yiyi's "Canon" is still gentle, but there is no emotion in the gentleness. Compared with the rough mobile version, it even looks boring and rigid.

Zhou Yifei did hear correctly, Yiyi played differently twice.

Once full of emotion, once weak.

As if trying to restrain the majestic thoughts in his heart, he deliberately became expressionless.

The imperceptible gap in live listening is especially obvious after two audio segments are played continuously.

Yiyi is a unique genius, and she will never make mistakes such as forgetting the melody and emotion.

Zhong Ying frowned in thought, he suddenly remembered something, and reopened Yiyi's video homepage.

The latest video is still "Spring Hope" by erhu solo.

He simply searched and found "Long Song Xing" played by Yiyi with morning dew.

The chords of the erhu are raised with the shining white bow, gradually revealing the warmth of this score.

The morning dew is perishable, but the light left behind is still shining brightly.

However, Zhong Ying couldn't hear the loneliness and sighs that should have been contained in it.

The trembling silver strings are still shining silver strings. In the whole piece of music in the video, only the warm sun and spring are left, and there is no full-throated deep thinking during the live performance, and no hallucinatory sadness.

This is not the first time Zhong Ying felt the difference between the video and Yiyi's live performance.

And the song "Spring Hope".

He played the Guqin and Erhu with Lian Shengyi in the music room, which was far more profound, distant and deep than the solo video uploaded by Lian Shengyi.

It seems that a performer has exhausted all his body and mind before he gets a drop of tear, which splashes on the ruined flowers.

But it also made the performer's lips turn white and weak as if he was about to faint.

Zhou Yifei was still sending out confusion from the editing master.

Zhong Ying completely understood why.

When Yiyi was recording, she intentionally suppressed her sadness, sorrow, and fear.

But she was a child soaked in sadness, how could she remove her soul and play a wonderful melody.

"Maybe, Yiyi is just tired."

Zhong Ying answered Zhou Yifei kindly.

Or maybe...

She doesn't want the audience listening to her videos to feel the deep, painful sadness in the tone.

She also doesn't want those people who help her edit and upload videos to hear her deep desire.

Two days later, Zhong Ying prepared the score for Yiyin Yashe, selected passages from "The Song of Mulan" that were suitable for Yiyi, and took Zhou Yifei to Yiyi's house.

It was no longer the vicious Lian Junan who opened the door for them, but a beautiful and graceful lady.

"Are you the Zhong Ying introduced by Fang Lan?"

She smiled when she spoke, but she couldn't change her haughty habit, "It is indeed very young."

"Hello, Ms. Yu."

Zhong Ying is not good at dealing with such pianists. Fortunately, she didn't say much, and opened the door to let them in.

"Yiyi." Yu Meiling called her daughter's name in a sweet and joyful voice.

"Your teacher Zhong and the children are here."

Lian Shengyi's figure hadn't appeared yet, and his voice was still sweet.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right out."

After a while, Lian Shengyi finally came down from upstairs.

She was wearing a long white dress and an olive branch wreath on her head, like a fairy in mythology, holding a small harp.

"Ms. Zhong, Brother Zhou Yifei! Look!"

Lian Shengyi stretched out his hand with a smile, and gently and joyfully touched the strings of the harp. The little harp unexpectedly released a crisp melody, playing a comfortable piece of music.

"This is a lyre, a gift from my mother."

She walked in front of the teacher and little brother, and turned around so that they could see the little white wings behind the white dress.

"Mom said, I'm a little angel!"

A cute little girl, with long yellowed hair dotted with fresh green olive branches, revealing pieces of vitality, more dazzling than pitch black.

She is indeed a little angel, not holding an angel's lyre, still is.

Yu Meiling always brings back musical instruments that make Lian Shengyi happy.

The little girl hugged the lyre and wore a small wreath, and told what kind of music this lyre could play.

Whether it is cheerful Haydn or brisk Mozart, they can be reproduced on simple strings.

All of a sudden, the light and leisurely ding-dong sound echoed in the house.

"It's rare for Yiyi to be so happy."

Yu Meiling suggested with a smile, "Today, Teacher Zhong and the children will accompany Yiyi to record a video of little angels, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Zhou Yifei didn't have any objections, and volunteered, "Yiyi, I'll help you with the special effects. I can make beautiful special effects for little angels with halos all over their bodies!"

The little girl and the big boy walked happily to the music room.

Zhong Ying walked behind, always feeling that Yu Meiling wanted to talk to him.

After all, the mother couldn't hide her emotions from the moment they met.

Her dissatisfaction with Zhong Ying, her defense against Zhong Ying, and her desire to say something to Zhong Ying were clearly written in her eyes.

So much so that the children in the front opened the music room with laughter and laughter, while the two adults in the back were especially taciturn.

Zhong Ying saw that Yiyi's heartfelt happiness and all the sorrows and pains imprisoned could be easily defeated by a toy-like lyre.

She exudes joyful light all over her body, no little girl can resist such a beautiful temptation of "becoming a beautiful little angel".

Zhong Yingben thought, teach her a piece of pipa from "The Song of Mulan", and see if she is better at erhu or pipa.

Now, he gave the entire music room to the reliable Big Bang, and he gave advice to his beloved Xiao Yiyi on how to shoot good-looking videos.

"Yiyi, come out from there first, and I'll match you with cloud petals."

"Then come here again and play the lyre and choose your favorite piano piece."

"Finally, you put the lyre next to the seat and play the piano piece just now. I promise, the effect will explode and become popular all over the Internet!"

Zhou Yifei was blowing nonsense, and he still hasn't forgotten that his popularity has spread all over the Internet.

With a bright smile, Yiyi followed Director Zhou's arrangement and stood where their script was shot.

Yu Meiling looked at her little angel tenderly, and whispered:

"It seems that adults like us are no longer needed here."

Zhong Ying could hear her overtones, silently followed her out of the music room, and closed the door of happiness.

However, Yu Meiling seemed in no hurry to talk to Zhong Ying, and looked at him carefully.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Zhong Ying reminded.

So, Yu Meiling sighed slowly, and let out a helpless expression.

"I went home early yesterday morning and finished watching the surveillance video of you and Yiyi."

She didn't shy away from it at all, her tone was gentle, but her words were calm and restrained.

"I am very grateful to Teacher Zhong for teaching Yiyi seriously, but I think you should be clear that Yiyi doesn't need any teaching."

Yiyi is a genius with absolute talent.

After Fang Lan and Bai Huisheng corrected her wrong playing technique, Zhong Ying had nothing to teach her above the erhu.

Yu Meiling's euphemism obviously hoped that Zhong Ying would say goodbye to Yiyi.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ying is more concerned about another matter.

He asked earnestly: "Since you have watched the surveillance video and heard what I said to Yiyi, then you should have heard the piano piece as well."

The prelude to spring, co-written by Lian Shengyi and Lian Junan in name, retains a little girl's deep-seated desire in the key of the bell.

She longs for rain and dew, longs for sunshine, longs for the freedom she can't ask for, and longs for a carefree flight.

Zhong Ying had to tell her, "The passage I played was not the prelude to spring after Lian Shengyi revised it, it was indeed the original appearance of the music."

Yu Meiling's gentle and beautiful smile restrained instantly.

The exquisitely drawn eyebrows and eyes all revealed a trace of coldness.

She is an acclaimed pianist and understands music naturally.

Even if the music comes from a blurry surveillance video, she can easily grasp everything it wants to express.

Back home, she failed to adjust the time difference and refresh her tired spirit, but she heard the sad music played by a strange young man in the early morning.

It was a piece of piano music that should not be listened to in the early morning, let alone alone.

Because, those who hear it will not be able to restrain the pain in their hearts, and shed tears along with the melody, secretly sad.

There was a hot wind blowing in the courtyard.

The closed door of the music room seemed to faintly hear the children's laughter and musical notes.

Yu Meiling's face was serious and livid, and she was very similar to the vicious Lian Junan for a moment.

She stared at Zhong Ying, and sneered to hide her panic in her heart.

"so what?"

Zhong Ying had dealt with Lian Jun'an before, so he felt that this aunt was no stranger.

He said calmly: "I just want to tell you that that piece of music is not a piano piece. It may have been born on the erhu or the guqin. The sadness and pain it carries is far better than the melody you hear on the surveillance."

"Moreover, it touched all of us on the stage in Vienna and in the hands of Lian Junan."

Sad, mournful, and desolate music, the same sunshine, joy, and hope.

Everyone who listens to it will sigh from the heart.

Even though Lian Jun'an used stiff techniques and wasn't full of emotion, he still sent this unique piece of music into everyone's soul.

An excellent tune full of contradictions, from a fragile and strong child.

Zhong Ying was both excited and saddened by it.

He looked at the child's mother and asked softly:

"It is the work of Lian Shengyi, are you sure you want to ignore its existence?"

Yu Meiling's expression was as stable as her delicate eyebrows and deep red lips.

She frowned, only remaining critical of Zhong Ying.

"Back when Fang Lan said that you were a boy, I didn't quite agree with you teaching Yiyi."

Yu Meiling didn't give Zhong Ying any face. She was an elder, so she adopted the condescending attitude of an elder.

"You are too young, you only know music, and you don't know what is most important."

Zhong Ying opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "You mean, Yiyi's wish is not important?"

"Because Yiyi is younger than you, her wish is just a fantasy dreamed up by some beautiful appearance. She doesn't know how dangerous her own thoughts and choices are..."

Like every mother, Yu Meiling considers her daughter's future, "I just helped her make the most correct decision."

Zhong Ying was speechless.

He feels sorry for Yiyi not being free, but Yiyi's mother thinks that freedom will hurt Yiyi's life.

She is tough and stubborn, facing Zhong Ying like an unyielding warrior.

Because, in the closed door of the music room, the treasure that Yu Meiling considers the most important is closed.

She likes music, Yu Meiling will give her music, she likes musical instruments, Yu Meiling will give her musical instruments.

Everything that would hurt her, Yu Meiling never let them touch her lovely child.

A mother who has made up her mind will not be swayed by a piece of music or a young man's words.

"You are too young to understand what a child means to a parent."

Yu Meiling's gaze was soft, with the tenderness of a loving mother, "You don't understand the difficulties of being a parent."

"I really don't understand your difficulty."

Zhong Ying tried to change her stubbornness, let alone want Yiyi to suffer.

He said: "But Yiyi doesn't want to do dangerous things, maybe, she just wants to play music freely, go to a stage where people can see, let people hear—"

"No, you didn't understand at all!"

Yu Meiling sternly interrupted his guess, "Yiyi's body is doomed not to fulfill her wish. I am her mother, so I don't know what she wants?"

"She wants to be on stage, to play music, to complete a show. It's not just her wish, it was mine too!"

When Yu Meiling talked about the old things, she couldn't help her mood swings.

But she still suppressed her voice, not letting her regret interfere with the child's happiness.

"She's more gifted than my son, and could be a great musician. But, do you know what terrible things can happen when she pours all her emotions into music—"

Her voice was high-pitched, and she was afraid that Lian Shengyi would hear it, so she choked up her words, and then looked at the closed door of the music room in fear.

"Don't forget the "Spring Hope" you played together." She reminded in a low voice.

Zhong Ying will never forget the ensemble of "Spring Hope", which was played by Du Fu with the melancholy of parting.

The genius's interpretation brought her almost fainting pain. The overlap of such pain and such "Spring Hope" will create an unsurpassed classic.

Zhong Ying fell silent.

He is so lonely looking forward to Yiyi being able to join him on the stage of Yiyin Yashe's return to the world.

But, in the face of her joy-hidden sorrow, it seemed like a distant dream.

"Come, you come with me."

Seeing that he stopped rebutting, Yu Meiling finally evoked a gentle arc, "Let me show you why I want to protect her."

Zhong Ying quietly followed Yu Meiling through the courtyard corridor and opened the nearest gate.

The stern and professional Dong Si was staring intently at the screen, which clearly played everything in the music room.

Zhou Yifei sat in front of the computer, enjoying the little angel's piano sound.

And the little angel spread out her long white dress, sat in front of the piano, and played a cheerful and bright piece of music.

"Sister Yu." Dong Si took off his earphones and greeted her.

Yu Meiling introduced to Zhong Ying again: "Dong Si, the family doctor I hired, she monitors Yiyi's actions, words, and heartbeat every day."

When Lian Shengyi was born, he was a healthy child.

She can cry freely and make noise freely.

Her wealthy family background destined her to realize all the dreams she wanted to realize. Even if she stepped onto the stage and became a world-renowned pianist, it would be a breeze.

However, something went wrong with her heart.

The faint noise, like discordant notes in a piano piece, destroyed Yiyi's health, forcing her to undergo heart surgery at the tender age of five.

Since then, she has become a glass doll, neither too excited nor too sad.

Yu Meiling said: "I used to conceive a perfect family concert. Me, Yiyi, my father, An An, Yiyi, the four of us stepped onto the stage and played our happiness."

That may be the dream of a pianist full of maternal love, leading a lover and child to complete a warm piece of music.

She took Yiyi's recent inspection report and handed it to Zhong Ying.

"But now, I just hope that Yiyi can live happily."

Lian Shengyi's report was written with complicated technical terms.

Zhong Ying couldn't understand those professional diagnoses and conclusions, but he could understand the monitoring of this room and the testing instruments, rescue equipment, and daily medicines needed by Lian Shengyi.

She is a genius who cannot pour emotion into deep music.

She tried to play a piece of "Spring Hope", which may cause cardiac arrest.

She said that when she played the guqin, she couldn't help crying, but she was not sad.

She said that this piece is not a sad and profound music, it is just the prelude to spring.

Zhong Ying's heart echoed Yiyi's laughter, the cute laughter of a little angel, like an iron awl digging into his heart.

He is not a ruthless and cruel person, but he looked at Yu Meiling and asked in a low voice: "...Even if Yiyi is not living happily, will you stick to your ideas?"

Such a question angered a mother who was protecting her cub.

"She will be happy, how can she not be happy?!"

The beautiful Yu Meiling was almost hysterical, and her tone became sharper instantly, without worrying about her daughter hearing her voice.

"I beg you, I beg you."

She grasped the root of Lian Shengyi's unhappiness as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Don't teach Yiyi again. As long as you don't teach her so much freedom and dreams, she will be happy!"

"Yiyi is the remaining child of my pregnancy in October. She is still only that big, and I have watched her grow up day by day. It has been 12 years, 12 years..."

Yu Meiling's palm gestured out the size of a small baby.

Clearly there was nothing in the blank space of her palm, but her eyes were still glistening with tears, and she didn't care that the tears would stain her delicate makeup.

"I know her better than any of you, and I want her to live in peace and health!"

Yu Meiling's desire is simple and clear, "I only want her to live!"

Zhong Ying heard Yu Meiling's crying, heard Yu Meiling's fragility.

The pianist with exquisite makeup pulled a tissue and covered his eyes, unwilling to show weakness in front of outsiders, but couldn't restrain his tears and pain.

There was no way he could snatch a poor, lovely little girl from a grieving mother.

Even though Zhong Ying felt the real brilliance from the music, how forbearingly pretending to be happy.

"I'll tell Yiyi that I'm very busy recently and won't come again."

Zhong Ying obeyed that mother's stubbornness, even though she mistakenly thought that as long as he was not around, Yiyi would be happy again.

The room full of monitoring and medical equipment weighed heavily on Lian Shengyi's heart and Zhong Ying's soul.

He opened the door, and in Yu Meiling's uncontrollable sobs, he clearly reminded:

"Ms. Yu, you are a pianist and you know music, so you must know..."

Zhong Ying sighed, "Freedom and dreams are not something we teach Yiyi, but Yiyi's own thoughts."

Before they came, before Lian Junan played music on the stage in Vienna, long, long ago——

She is like a young eagle longing for the blue sky, carefully protected, but she can't help but secretly look up at the sky.

Then, quietly opened the broken wings.