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Zhong Ying's impression of Lian Jun'an was always arrogant and conceited.

At this time, his eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had been crying all night, causing the tall figure to look humble and weak when standing in the piano shop.

"Yiyi was sick last night."

Lian Junan opened her eyes numbly, and looked directly at Zhong Ying, "She cried all night, and until now she has to rely on medicine to fall asleep."

He had never sought help from others so desperately, and his heart was throbbing like Lian Shengyi.

"Whether you want to scold me or blame me, I will not refute, but I really can't help it, I can't help it...Can you help me...teach me the piano...I think, I think- —”

"I'll help you."

Zhong Ying interrupted him so that he didn't have to repeat the painful words.

Lian Junan stared blankly at Zhong Ying, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind finally stopped.

He raised his hand to cover his swollen eyes, feeling relieved.

"Then you come with me."

Zhong Ying did not hesitate and followed Lian Junan's footsteps.

He could feel Lian Junan's urgency and the pain that went deep into his soul.

Perhaps the pianist in front of him has not yet become a polite and good person, but his loss of soul is enough to prove that he is a good brother.

They drove to the next city, all the way in silence.

Only Li Jinqiu occasionally chatted with Zhong Ying in a low voice, but Lian Junan kept his mouth shut, his face pale, racing against time.

However, the destination they reached was not a hospital or Lian's family, but a band in Linshi.

In the gorgeous and solemn concert hall, countless audiences and musicians come and go.

Lian Junan went straight through the corridor in a daze, ignored anyone's greetings, and pushed open the door of the piano room.

"Teach me, now!"

In his urgent mood, he wished that he was Zhong Ying.

"I want to be like you. Playing music can make Yiyi understand my mood. I also want to use a piece of music to comfort Yiyi. She is very sad, very sad..."

Lian Junan raised his arm and wiped away the tears of wimp, "But I can't do anything except hold her hand! Whatever I say, she will cry!"

The emotions that had been suppressed all night finally vented out in the deserted piano room.

Even if Lian Junan hated Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu, they were the only people he could think of asking for help.

The young pianist couldn't hold back his tears as long as he thought of his sister on the hospital bed.

He didn't dare to look at Zhong Ying, and he didn't even dare to look at Li Jinqiu.

The familiar grand piano in front of him came into view, but it awakened his heavy sadness, "It would be great if I were more talented."

His sigh echoed in the deserted piano room.

Suddenly, Zhong Ying said: "Mr. Lian, I want to hear your improvisation now."

Lian Junan raised his head, his eyes widened.

"impromptu?"

He has been afraid to improvise for a long time, let alone in front of Zhong Ying!

"Improvisation." Zhong Ying nodded, walked to the beautiful grand piano, and lifted the key cover.

"Before I teach you, I must fully understand your state. Brother Qiu and I already know your Beethoven very well, but what we want to understand is you."

It's not Beethoven, not Mozart, but Lian Junan who presses the keys with his fingertips casually, carefree and willful.

Lian Junan stayed up all night, feeling depressed all the time.

After hearing Zhong Ying's words, he felt a bit dazed...

I?

Lian Junan sat in front of the piano, looking at the familiar black and white keys, and was so confused that he didn't know what "I" should look like.

Ten years ago, or 20 years ago, he would have been able to confidently press the keys and release his thoughts freely.

But now, before his eyes are the keys of the piano, what he thinks of is Yiyi.

The black semitones are like shining black eyes, clear and clear.

The white whole tone is like the pale cheeks, thin and immature.

His little sister is only 12 years old since she was born, and before she can see a better world with her own eyes, she has to be wrapped in shackles and trapped in place.

Yiyi has always been sensible and obedient.

She has never been as willful as she is now.

The weak little girl lying on the hospital bed was sobbing silently, as if she knew that her life was coming to an end, and she was so sad that she could only rely on medicine to stop her continuous tears.

The emotions were suppressed to the extreme, full of her fear of death, and the daze of ending everything silently.

Lian Junan clearly knew that what Yiyi was afraid of was not the end, but what she was afraid of was disappearing before the end.

She is fighting one last time.

The color bursting out of her soul was so strong that Lian Junan was afraid.

Like red blood, like a blazing sun.

She can die in obedience to fate, but she doesn't want to die so silently!

Lian Junan's tears flowed uncontrollably.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he pressed the note he was afraid of.

Gentle and tenacious notes, trembling slightly, Lian Junan wept bitterly for Lian Shengyi in the clear and sharp voice of the piano.

Zhong Ying stands there, watching the weeping pianist.

The melody he played without any theme was full of grief in the depths of his soul, accusing the impermanence and injustice of the world for a young and fragile little girl.

This pianist knows countless superb piano skills, but his fingers hit the keys frankly.

The high-pitched, piercing sound was his anger, his sorrow.

The pitch-black keys played hard with him, setting off pitch-black squalls and showers, which couldn't cover up his hoarse crying.

The cries and the sound of the piano intertwined, and Li Jinqiu's scalp went numb.

He didn't know what kind of mood Zhong Ying had in listening to it, he really couldn't bear it.

A big man, resorting to the piano for the pain in his heart.

The huge triangular Steinway was about to be exploded by him, and it let out the same miserable roar.

This was not improvisation at all, it was Zhong Ying's intention to let Lian Junan vent.

From the perspective of a professional composer, Li Jinqiu thinks responsibly: this improvisation is meaningless.

However, with a serious expression, he still waited for Lian Junan to finish playing.

Finally, Lian Junan, who was crying happily through the impromptu performance, ended the performance.

Li Jinqiu let out a long sigh of relief.

"Although I want to comment on your piano, but..."

He rushed to speak out before Zhong Ying commented, trying to improve his harsh image of not being able to speak.

"My friend, everything is not as bad as you think."

Li Jinqiu in Lian Junan's impression was stern and indifferent.

As a result, his sudden tenderness made Lian Junan stand there stupidly, staring at him with tears on his face.

"Yes." Zhong Ying smiled lightly, "It's not that bad yet."

His attitude is always calm and optimistic, "Mr. Lian, please cheer up, because you are an older brother."

In the quiet and busy ward, a group of nurses and doctors stood, carefully checking Lian Shengyi's physical condition.

When Lian Junan came back, Yu Meiling was talking on the phone in a low voice outside the ward door.

"I said, cancel."

Her face was irritable, and she couldn't restrain her tone, "There is no reason, I will pay liquidated damages and compensation! I said cancel!"

Yu Meiling still has a few performances, but Lian Shengyi has been crying since last night. No matter how dedicated she is, she will not leave her daughter for half a step at this special time.

After she finished arguing with the phone, Lian Junan finally spoke up.

"Mom, go back and rest."

Yu Meiling glanced at him, "No, I don't worry."

"I guard her."

Lian Junan looked tired, but still said in a calm voice, "Dad is coming back soon, and Dad and I will guard her."

"Your father?" Yu Meiling was immediately angry and sad, "Yiyi was admitted to the hospital last night, and he didn't say he would come back. He came back? How could he come back—"

Her complaints were full of tears, and she saw a familiar figure before scolding Lian Kailang for being a dog.

"Xiaoling."

The dusty Lian Kai rushed directly to the hospital after returning home.

He walked up to Yu Meiling, and before he could speak, his mother, who had been strong and calm before, hugged him tightly——

"You bastard, why did you come back!"

Yu Meiling was indeed too tired.

Even Jun An sat on the accompanying bed and slept for several hours, and she didn't close her eyes the whole night.

Lian Kai came back, she had a backbone, she couldn't restrain her exhaustion and sadness, and she was so sleepy that she would faint at any time.

"Dad, go back and stay with mom."

Lian Junan persuaded them, Lian Shengyi on the hospital bed still closed his eyes, sleeping peacefully and soundly under the effect of the medicine.

"There's me and Dong Si here, we'll take good care of Yiyi, and come back to change shifts after you've rested."

When a child is sick, it is torture for the whole family.

Lian Kai inquired about Yiyi's condition in a low voice, and then forcibly took away Yu Meiling who was weeping. She needed to rest and couldn't just collapse like this.

The ward finally returned to silence. Lian Junan just sat down, and the little guy who was lying on the bed pretending to sleep blinked tiredly.

"elder brother."

Her voice was like a gnat, aggrieved.

It seems that she doesn't want to see her mother sad, and she doesn't want to compromise on it.

Lian Junan walked over and stroked her pitiful hair.

Such a fragile and thin body became more and more haggard on the hospital bed, so weak that it seemed that it would disappear at any time.

Lian Jun'an forced himself to curl up his mouth, forced a smile on his face, "Yiyi, do you see what brother brought you?"

Lian Shengyi was used to Lian Junan's persuasion.

Little dolls, little tambourines, and little pets, all of which he secretly brought in, just to make her happy and stop the pain.

However, Lian Shengyi only had one thought in his heart, only one longing.

The thought of longing tormented Lian Shengyi so much that he didn't want to continue to be nice, even if the pain in his heart, chest, and nasal cavity made her cry, reminding her not to continue being so capricious, she was also unwilling to smile pretending nothing happened.

Even a little dumbfounded.

However, what Lian Junan took out was not a small toy to make her happy, but a video recorded by Zhong Ying.

Smooth and clear piano music came out of the narrow screen of the mobile phone.

Lian Shengyi listened intently through the distance and the noise.

Because the music played by Zhong Ying is very beautiful, and the radiance of Zhong Ying is very beautiful.

Just like the musician she has dreamed of until now, she is on her own stage, playing the voice in her heart to her heart's content.

The sun is shining and the spring is warm.

Just like thousands of birds fluttering their wings, fluttering across the blue sky, sliding towards the boundless freedom.

It's a pity that the sound was short, just a beautiful pause, before even Shengyi could imagine the vastness of the blue sky and ocean, it stopped abruptly.

In the video, Zhong Ying stopped his hands and sat by the beautiful piano to watch her seriously.

"Yiyi, this is your piece of music."

Yiyi's eyes widened in disbelief, the tears in her tired eyes dried up on her cheeks.

Ke Zhongying was very sure.

"I played an overture for you, but your own repertoire must be composed by you by choosing your favorite instrument, so as to be sincere."

Lian Shengyi couldn't believe her ears, and she even suspected that Zhong Ying was lying to her.

And Teacher Zhong, whom she respected, was always gentle and spoke the words she had longed for.

"This is the second assignment I give you. You have to get well soon, so that you can be like me, like your brother, step onto the stage and play the melody for the audience you like."

"I..." Lian Shengyi wanted to answer him, but found that it was just a video, and Zhong Ying didn't wait for her answer.

He said, "Yiyi, what we have to do is not passive resistance, but active struggle."

He said: "Let's fight for it together, and there will be a shining light."

The short video is like that short prelude.

Beautiful, warm and full of hope.

Lian Shengyi's dry and pale lips parted slightly, and he breathed out a breath of whiteness slowly, repeating silently——

There is a shining light, a meaningful light.