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Lian Shengyi's tone was serious, and his smile revealed a determined pleading.

Yu Meiling could no longer pretend that she didn't hear or see, so she reached out and held her little hand, crying softly and kissing her fingers.

"Of course." The mother's voice trembled, she knew what it meant to promise her daughter.

She knows better what a concert means to a gifted musical genius.

"Our family, Yiyi, has always been an eagle."

Yu Meiling smiled through her tears, and hugged the child tightly in her arms, "Little eagle born for music."

Lian Shengyi rushed over happily, "Mom!"

All of Lian Junan's worries were that when Meiling hugged Lian Shengyi, she disappeared completely.

Yiyi's music hides the thoughts of the little girl.

His younger sister has only lived 12 years of life, but like a monk who has been in meditation for ten or 20 years, she has broken through the world of mortals, and she is only dedicated to achieving the right result.

He smiled, and looked away from Yi Yi, who was happily telling the music, and landed on the dark and quiet ebony instrument.

Two strings and one bow are so simple that they can be called crude.

Lian Junan, who has been working with 88-key pianos for many years, could not understand why Yiyi liked such a simple instrument.

Only now does he know clearly that because the two strings of the erhu can perfectly play out Yiyi's complex state of mind.

The low trill sounds like wings flapping against the wind.

The high-pitched portamento is like a cry from the bottom of my heart.

The traditional and ancient huqin, which has been passed down from generation to generation, even understands its brilliance better than black and white keys.

He doesn't believe in metaphysics or cause and effect, but suddenly feels——

Morning dew is the reason for shining.

It also planted the best fruit for Yiyi.

Yu Meiling agreed to Lian Shengyi's request for a concert, and naturally no one objected.

Even though they haven't set a date yet, Zhong Ying has brought them an excellent concert repertoire.

"This is the score that we arranged for Yiyi, which is just right for your family to play."

Zhong Ying handed Yu Meiling a thick stave, which listed the ensemble of piano, violin, erhu, and pipa.

There's even a piano duo.

Yu Meiling looked at the staves transformed from these unfamiliar ancient poems, and immediately heard these melodies that were like the sounds of nature.

She is a western classical pianist. She has never been exposed to the pieces of "Long Song Xing" and "Mulan Song", but she has kept those verses firmly in her heart.

Long, long ago, when she still had the dream of family music, she picked countless scores.

They will open with the "Ave Maria" in praise of Mary, present the famous Beethoven, Mozart, and finally end with Chopin's lyrical waltz.

However, her choice was far less thoughtful than the repertoire in front of her.

Because, each of them has been adapted, revealing Yu Meiling's familiar melody and rhythm, as if it was completely composed for them.

"how did you do that?"

She looked at Zhong Ying in surprise, this young man probably didn't understand their playing habits, but gave a score that fit their habits.

Zhong Ying said with a smile: "Because Brother Qiu said that he is familiar with the style of piano music you are good at, Lian Junan provided some advice about Mr. Lian Kai. The most important thing is Xiaofei..."

Although Zhou Yifei is obsessed with electronic music, when he really wants to do his best for Yiyi, he can always give the most suitable advice.

"He said, this kind of melody is Yiyi's favorite melody."

The three unwelcome outsiders, when Lian Junan and Lian Shengyi were secretly planning and trying to win over, they had already done their best to compose the most beautiful ensemble for this concert that was bound to be held.

When Yu Meiling opened these movements, what she saw was no longer pure musical notes, but a group of young people's contributions regardless of previous suspicions.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry."

She uttered guiltily, without her usual arrogance.

The Zhong Ying in front of her was not a musician who would try her best to cooperate with her for a performance, but a sincere and calm stranger.

Yu Meiling knew that they were doing it for Yiyi.

She was even more ashamed because she knew clearly.

However, Zhong Ying said calmly: "You are a mother, we can all understand how you want to protect Yiyi."

"We are also very happy that you, as a pianist, can understand Yiyi's mood."

His gentle attitude is just like the gentle music score held by Yu Meiling.

The arrogant pianist twitched her fingers, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Did you teach her that piece?"

Yu Meiling still couldn't believe how the child she raised with careful protection and protection from the wind and rain could play such a complex and firm musical idea.

She can hear the vastness of Kunpeng soaring in the sky, and the bravery of swimming fish swimming upstream.

Too strange, too passionate, unlike her little Yiyi.

"She's a genius."

Zhong Ying's tone was affirmative, "I only gave her less than one bar of the melody, and she created all the music you heard, including the piano played by Lian Junan, which was also modified by her."

Lian Shengyi's talent is not limited to his playing.

When she was rehearsing the ensemble, she would listen to Lian Junan's flaws, blink her eyes obediently and say, "Brother, it would be better if you could be more gentle here."

Then the next day, Zhong Ying was pleasantly surprised to find that Lian Junan's accompaniment was more appropriate.

Zhong Ying understands that Yu Meiling doesn't know such a Yiyi.

Because she is always trapped in her own world, she has to hide her true emotions and play hard-faced and laughing music for her mother.

But how can a strong face and a happy smile compare to trying your best.

He said frankly: "Ms. Yu, Yiyi is a unique genius. She is the Kunpeng of the Northern Darkness and the Flood Dragon of Tianchi. As long as she gets on the stage, she will amaze the whole world."

Yu Meiling often burst into tears, especially when others praised Yiyi without any scruples.

"Yes she is."

Her sad expression made her smile bitter, but her voice was extremely gentle, "I always knew she was."

If it weren't for the operation at the age of five, if it wasn't for the heart that couldn't carry rich emotions, this colorful music world should have a figure shining like an eagle directly hitting the sea of ​​clouds.

Instead of staying at home lonely, secretly longing to be on the stage, begging the world to hear her voice.

With the repertoire, the preparation and rehearsal of Yiyi's concert becomes extremely simple.

Yu Meiling and Lian Kai turned down all invitations and concentrated on cooperating with their children's performance at home.

Lian Junan directly contacted his mentor and obtained the right to use the concert hall of the orchestra.

With enough time and perfect venue, they decided to hold a grand charity concert together as a family.

The name is composed by Yiyi——

"A bird flies southwest, shining like a goshawk"

Amidst the busy schedule of Lian's family, Zhou Yifei finally got the chance to reunite with Yiyi from his family.

Although the Remix of "Long Song Xing" has become an ensemble of Lianjia concerts, and it is impossible for Yiyi to hear his electronic music masterpiece, he is still enthusiastic and excited to shoot a promotional video for Yiyi.

"Yiyi, don't worry."

The big brother on the list patted his chest and assured: "Your fans are the people who like you the most. As long as you invite them, they will definitely come."

Lian Shengyi nodded, looking at the dark lens.

Her videos have very few views and followers, but she still has more than 200 fans.

Even if the account is not in her hands, whenever she plays the erhu, plays the piano, or plucks the pipa, she will imagine that these 200 people are her audience under the stage.

In the gloomy days, it was their silent attention that gave Lian Shengyi happiness.

After deciding to hold a concert, my parents and brothers all said that they would invite friends to the concert. Yiyi's friends are those friends on the Internet who don't know their names but only know their IDs.

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

Yiyi has recorded countless performances in front of this equipment, but this is the first time to introduce herself to those unfamiliar audiences, fans, and passers-by.

She was a little nervous, holding her little hands together, far from the usual cheerful and free and easy.

"The 15th of next month is a very important day for me."

Lian Shengyi blinked, and said in a shy voice: "My family and friends, I will hold a concert."

Perhaps the concert gave her courage, and a smile appeared on her pale and thin cheeks.

"This is the first time for me to stand on stage, and it is also the first time I have had such a precious opportunity, so I would like to invite everyone to come and listen."

In a short video, Lian Shengyi's invitation was simple and solemn.

Zhou Yifei will add the address below, plus the name and track of the concert.

But the most important thing is still Yiyi's performance.

After saying what he wanted to say, Lian Shengyi sat in front of the piano and played a melody without a name.

Lian Shengyi played a low and cheerful melody without reservation.

The notes she had intentionally modified were transmitted to the cold machine with their true appearance, and then to her heart.

This is not the prelude to spring, this is the voice of her heart.

Every day and every year, she plays it again and again in the familiar and narrow music room.

It was born on the silver strings of the morning dew, and its tone is much heavier than the clear piano.

However, she played cheerfully at this time, as if this was really a beautiful scene of petals floating with the water, endowing spring with a fleeting beauty.

She'll post it on YouTube.

This is her pact with an unfamiliar listener.

Even if no one came, even if Zhou Yifei was alone, she would still play the voice of her soul on the empty stage.

After impromptu ending, Zhou Yifei noticed that Yiyi's lips were unnaturally pale.

"Yiyi?"

As soon as he made a sound, Dong Si pushed open the door worriedly.

"Yiyi, you will be able to perform on stage next month, you can't always be so excited."

The doctor's words are often serious.

Lian Shengyi showed a bright smile, jumped off the piano bench, and took the initiative to hold Dong Si's gentle hand.

"Sister Dong, I'm just a little too happy."

I am glad that this piece of music can finally see the light, and I am even more glad that I don't have to disguise my emotions in front of the camera.

The little girl left the closed music room and found her breath in the open room.

The violent heartbeat also calmed down because of leaving the piano.

Walking into the hall, out of sight of Lian's family, Dong Si whispered, "Yiyi, your body is not suitable for such a performance."

Dong Si accompanied Yiyi for three years and regarded her as his own sister.

Even if she dutifully keeps her distance and gives Yiyi full freedom, she cannot avoid being infected by Yiyi. I hope this little girl will live on in good health.

However, Yiyi tightened her fingers and looked up at her.

"Sister Dong, I know it, my mother knows it, my father knows it, my brother knows it...we all know it."

It is precisely because she knows that she has lived for so many years under vague and subtle surveillance.

She will deliberately hide her sadness, just for mom, dad and brother not to be sad.

but……

She is aware of her body, her breathing that is getting heavier every day, and the throbbing pain that is getting harder every day.

"Sister Dong, you are a doctor, you know my body better than me."

The dark and clear eyes glowed brightly.

She said: "The previous operation could not cure my heart, but only allowed me to live a few more years."

A few years is her vague concept, but Dong Si clearly understands the professional diagnosis made by the doctor——

five to ten years.

In five years, Yiyi has passed the difficulty of being ten years old.

ten years……

Yiyi may not live to be 15 years old.

At the age of 15, a child at the average age, who can just look forward to a beautiful youth and future, is about to bear a heavy death, even Dong Si can't bear it.

However, the burden on Yiyi's heart became heavier and heavier.

If it hadn't been for the need for special care for her auxiliary equipment in the past three years, Dong Si would not have lived in her home.

She is the guardian of the heart who is far away from the warm family, silently checking Lian Shengyi's data, keeping vigilance even in sleep, and can be awakened by abnormal alarms at any time.

When Yu Meiling and Lian Kai are at home, she can have a vacation.

But during this time, Dong Si watched their rehearsal in silence, and kept telling Yu Meiling when Yiyi's heart beat violently and when she had difficulty breathing, and she only got the heartbroken tears of that gentle mother.

"Then can she wait until the concert?" Yu Meiling only asked this question.

"Yes." Dong Si understood what she meant.

Even Yiyi's heart is so intense that it seems to stop the heart when it is immersed in the embrace of music.

Yu Meiling also wanted to let her indulge the only time in her life.

Dong Si didn't want to see his lovely sister get hurt needlessly.

She doesn't understand music, let alone why a performance is more important than life.

But she knows that the world is beautiful.

Dong Si took out the medicine silently. Yi Yi had to take such a special medicine many times a day.

She asked: "Yiyi, don't you think that being alive is better than anything else? You can see more beautiful scenery, go to farther places, and enjoy a better life..."

Before she finished coaxing her, Yiyi interrupted her, "But I will always die."

The little girl smiled and held Dong Si's watery palm, as cute as she was caring for a glass of cold water.

She looked at her sister who had been with her for three years and said:

"I don't want to see the scenery that doesn't belong to me, and I don't care how far the distance is, because my destination is on the stage."

That was the place she had longed for as long as she could remember.

If everyone has a paradise quietly hidden in their hearts, it is her paradise.

"elder sister."

There is only one thing left in the headstrong little girl's heart, "Instead of waiting for the end of mediocrity, I would rather embrace it actively. Use my piano, my pipa, and my morning dew to play the most beautiful music , waiting for it to give me a response."

Her beautiful eyes are crescent-shaped, more open-minded and calm than Dong Si.

"Death is really scary. I will never see my parents, my brothers and sisters again, but I will always die."

Not 20, 30, 40 years from now.

It is a vague point in time that is close at hand and increasingly urgent.

Like a knife hanging above her head, it could fall down and cut off her neck at any moment.

Such thoughts have tortured Lian Shengyi for many nights.

Only from the day when she was sure that she could go on stage, she didn't stare at the ceiling in a daze, nor did she doubt whether she could open her eyes tomorrow.

Because she doesn't have that much time to waste, she has to prepare every second for her performance.

Lian Shengyi had a beautiful smile.

She said: "I don't have to wait until later to enjoy life. Now I am enjoying life every day I work hard for the concert."

Dong Si stood there, watching Yiyi take the medicine silently.

The heart that she had guarded for three years returned to its normal state, and would only fluctuate violently when her emotions were completely devoted to the performance.

Dong Si knew that Yiyi liked Chaolu very much.

The erhu whose name comes from "Long Song Xing" is tied to Yiyi's little time left.

But what Dong thinks of is not the sunflower in the green garden, but freedom and love.

Lian Shengyi is so young, she doesn't understand love at all.

But her dedication to music made her constantly seek to break free and run towards the road to freedom.

There are many flowers along the way, but the end point is on a cliff, waiting for her to spread her incomplete wings.

Dong Si can see her wings, which are freedom called music, and love called music.

She is very greedy, as if she wants both and can have both.

"Teacher Zhong! Brother!"

A happy call interrupted Dong Si's sorrow.

Lian Shengyi put down his water glass, turned around and jumped in front of Zhong Ying, stretched out his hand, and dragged Zhong Ying far away from Lian Junan and Dong Si.

In the quiet and safe corridor, she quietly said to Zhong Ying: "Mr. Zhong, I want to add another piece of music at the end of the concert, and I will perform it alone."

"one person?"

The repertoire of the concert has been set, and it will be an ensemble performed by Lian's family. Lian Shengyi, as the main instrumentalist, will have the most gorgeous lineup to support him.

But she said that she wanted to play a song alone.

"Why?" Zhong Ying asked curiously.

Lian Shengyi smiled and said, "Because of Encore."

"An excellent musician should prepare the best improvisation for the audience's encore."

She doesn't even know if she's going to have an audience, her eyes still sparkle.

"This is my concert, the final encore, of course I should perform alone!"