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Zhong Ying told Yu Meiling truthfully that Yiyi wanted to perform alone.

When the parents were willing to cooperate with Yiyi, the stubborn mother became very open-minded.

However, when she heard such a request, she still frowned and asked, "Why?"

Every track of Yiyi's concert will be accompanied by someone.

Not only are they afraid of the child's loneliness, but they are also afraid that she will have an accident in the middle of the performance and will not be able to continue the music.

Such an idea, Yu Meiling did not express it clearly.

But everyone understands.

Whether it is Yu Meiling, Lian Kai, or Lian Junan, they are all musicians who perform on stage all the year round.

They have rich experience in dealing with accidents, and they know better——

A genius can receive countless compliments, so it is even more important to give the best feedback to those who send out the compliments.

That is respect, and it is also the basic quality of a musician.

They are parents, and when they step on the stage, they are musicians who cannot disappoint the audience.

Once this concert starts, it will go on smoothly, even if...

Even if Lian Shengyi, the protagonist, had to leave early, the musicians were silently prepared for it and would complete this wonderful concert for her.

Therefore, Yu Meiling did not want Yiyi to play alone.

Especially at the end of the concert, when everything is about to end, I don't want her to be alone on the stage and have any accidents.

However, Zhong Ying speculated: "Perhaps, Yiyi asked to play alone because she wanted to play for you."

Yu Meiling opened her eyes wide, "But I have already listened carefully."

Lian Shengyi's rich emotions were fully revealed in rehearsals.

Her longing, her happiness, and her prayers are all expressed in the arranged music, which Yu Meiling can hear clearly.

A little girl's thoughts are so simple and pure that no superfluous solo performance is needed.

But Zhong Ying still told Yu Meiling, "But she hasn't said anything to you alone."

Whether it is "Long Song Xing" and "Mulan Ci", or "A Bird Flies Southwest, Shining Like a Goshawk", which poured her complex emotions, there are others to accompany her.

But she hides in the encore solo, wanting what one says to all.

"She wants to thank the audience, and she wants to thank you."

From Yiyi's impromptu performance, Zhong Ying could sense every thought in her mind.

A rewritten piece of music, without the impromptu that Lian Shengyi carefully concealed.

That piece of music is a sad piece of music that condenses all her thoughts and thoughts, but it is the best piece of music she has ever composed.

Zhong Ying knew that when such a piece was played, Yiyi would be afraid that Yu Meiling would object to her going on stage.

Because of its heaviness and sadness, it is like a farewell.

It is indeed the soul of Lian Shengyi.

Therefore, Zhong Ying smiled and helped Lian Shengyi persuade his gentle mother.

"You are her favorite father, mother and elder brother. She wants to play the best music for you."

Yu Meiling is always prone to tears.

As she got to know her seemingly well-behaved daughter more and more, she became more and more aware that that immature soul was stronger and tougher than she imagined.

"Well, I agree with her solo, but—"

Yu Meiling's willingness to let go doesn't mean she can rest assured.

"Zhong Ying, can you accompany her for us?"

Her little girl seemed to embark on a strange and lonely journey, rejecting the company of her parents and elder brothers.

But Yu Meiling still hopes that someone can accompany her.

A mother's request made Zhong Ying stunned.

"If Yiyi doesn't mind..." He was not very sure, "I can accompany her."

Zhong Ying and Yu Meiling reached an agreement for a short time, and soon told Yi Yi, who was dedicated to maintaining the silver strings.

Holding the rosin, she repeated the boring and complicated procedures every day, meticulously protecting Chaolu, and also protecting the expectations of her teachers.

Zhong Ying said Yu Meiling's request, and he thought Yiyi would be disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Yiyi's eyes sparkled.

"Mr. Zhong, can you play the guqin for me?"

"Guqin?" Zhong Ying looked at her in surprise.

Since the "Spring Watch", Zhong Ying avoided mentioning anything related to Guqin.

The sound of the piano that can express the emotions in his heart once made Yiyi's lips turn white and tremble in pain. He didn't want the lovely little girl to be disturbed by sadness.

But Yiyi said, "Yes, I like the sound of guqin."

"I have always felt that it is a mysterious instrument. When I am not sad, I find that my sadness is like spirituality, and it can directly hit the soul. Moreover, the person who plays it also has a kind of indescribable feeling. light."

The dark eyes are clear and beautiful, looking at Zhong Ying, "Just like you."

"You are the first person in this world to discover me."

When Lian Shengyi heard about the concert in Vienna, Lian Junan spoke in pain and torture.

The guqin player in front of her immediately found her existence with a piece of piano music.

The shock in Lian Shengyi's heart is so strong that his voice is excited until now.

"I never knew that someone could find me in music."

She happily talked about happiness, "Mr. Zhong, you must understand my mood."

Lian Shengyi put down the rosin and shook off the excess dust.

"It's like this melody," she said.

The strings of the morning dew tremble softly, far lower than the melodious strings of the piano, flowing slowly and sadly in the music room.

The bell should have played it.

Bell should look for it too.

When it reappeared on the little girl's silver-white bowstring, he immediately understood the meaning of Yiyi.

"Yiyi." Zhong Ying interrupted her playing.

Even though she was playing the cheerful melody of this impromptu, Zhong Ying still felt a hidden sadness.

Lian Shengyi obediently stopped.

"You understand, Teacher Zhong?"

She is a willful and greedy girl, she longs for the crazy indulgence that ordinary people wantonly ignore but does not belong to her.

"You may be the person who understands me best in this world."

Zhong should understand.

Before he met Lian Shengyi, he understood the little girl's desire from that impromptu song.

Zhong Ying is willing to accompany Yiyi in the final solo, and has set a ten-string elegant rhyme to send Yiyi the unique and beautiful rare legacy in this world.

Li Jinqiu was shocked when he heard about it.

"Yayun? Why?"

Except for the concert that Ya Yun brought back, Zhong Ying has not said what performance he will prepare for Ya Yun.

In his heart, this is the instrument of Yiyin Yashe, and it will only appear on the stage with the best posture when "Millennium Yuefu" reappears in the world.

Li Jinqiu really couldn't understand why Zhong Ying took Yayun with him.

Zhong Ying has a variety of guqins, including five and ten strings, and he can use any guqin to accompany the little girl.

"Because Yiyi's impromptu solo is the sound that Yiyin Yasha wants."

When he heard the impromptu in Vienna, he kept thinking about the unique creator.

The sad and melodious music, the vigorous hope and vitality of existence, is every piece of music that Yiyin Yasha has ever played.

In times of crisis, Chang Ge should cry, but he was angry and resisted.

Never succumb to fate, nor succumb to powerful enemies.

Yiyi is the voice that Zhong Ying has been looking for for a long time, and it is also the voice that Yiyin Yasha needs.

Zhong Ying lightly tuned the elegant ice strings, the ebony covered with snake scale patterns, very much like Chaolu's python pattern piano skin covered with scales.

The erhu that Feng Yuanqing used to perform with Shen Ling had already been burned down.

The man has passed away, and only the erhu with the sunflower pattern left behind by him can meet Yayun again.

Zhong Ying stretched out his hand to caress the quiet and dark body of Yayun's piano, stretched out his hand to hook the strings, and this thousand-year-old guqin can make a simple and long-lasting sound.

"Chaolu and Yayun should have a concert."

He stared down at the strings, icy and trembling, quietly waiting for his old friends for nearly 80 years.

"Mr. Feng and Zhaolu will be happy to accompany Yiyi at her important concert, as will Mr. Shen and Yayun."

Every time Li Jinqiu heard him pluck the elegant strings, he felt that he was not playing the melody alone.

Just like the ensemble he played on recordings, many people and many musical instruments will roar when the ten-stringed qin reappears in the world, awakening those sleeping memories and recalling those who have passed away.

Li Jinqiu thought a lot, but couldn't say a word.

With deep and mighty thoughts beyond the capacity of words, he hesitated for a long time and asked:

"What about the rehearsal?"

"No rehearsal."

What Zhong Ying said was almost crazy, "I know what kind of melody Yiyi will play."

That was the condensed note of her soul, and it was also the clear melody that Zhong Ying had never seen before.

A benefit concert of "Birds Flying Southwest", finally confirmed all the details before the performance.

In Yu Meiling's circle of friends who often posts photos of celebrations, a cute little girl appeared.

Yiyi is holding a dark and beautiful erhu in her arms, and is wearing a student uniform with a light blue black skirt from the Republic of China.

Or holding a pipa with mahogany silk strings, and changing into the graceful and elegant long skirt in the picture of a lady.

She was like a little angel who suddenly appeared, causing everyone to leave comments in surprise.

"Is your daughter well?"

"So this concert, Yiyi will attend?"

"Congratulations, sister Ling, for having such a cute and well-behaved daughter, to perform together!"

Greetings from friends and colleagues made Yu Meiling smile.

"Okay." She replied word by word to those warm and kind inquiries, telling lies that everyone loved to hear.

"She's ready to play."

In the huge orchestra concert hall, promotional posters were released early.

The well-known pianist and conductor of the Lian family and the unknown little girl together have become a warm and soft scenery in the concert hall.

"There are birds flying in the southwest, shining like goshawks" are flying, like eagles, flying out of the posters to spread the good news for them.

Finally, when it was the day of the concert, they arrived backstage early in the morning.

Yiyi's musical instruments, Yiyi's costumes, Yiyi's medicines and rescue equipment, and Yiyi's dedicated guardians are all quietly and busyly waiting for the opening.

"Don't worry, you know?"

Dong Si gently urged, no matter how much she said, it would not help, but she had to tell Yiyi repeatedly.

Lian Shengyi nodded obediently.

But her heart was full of vitality like never before, and she couldn't keep calm.

Standing backstage, she could see the staff walking around from an angled perspective.

They placed pickups and microphone stands, they checked the stage seats and audience seats, and professional film crews adjusted complex video machines.

Zhou Yifei said: "They will record your performance, and then we will upload the video on the Internet and burn it into a CD, so that it can be preserved forever."

"Many of your fans on the Internet will come to see your performance. They have long said that they must make a video and release an album. They not only want to listen to the scene, but also buy it as a souvenir. Please sign it!"

What he said was half true and half false, but it made Yi Yi widen his eyes.

Zhou Yifei knows the network situation better than adults.

No matter how many online fans and audiences leave comments and support, they will not be able to make it to the scene due to countless practical reasons.

Not everyone knows what a concert means to Yiyi.

But he is a proud big brother, and he will definitely call for Yiyi.

He will also firmly tell Yiyi——

"When the show starts, when you get on the stage, all the people below are fans who came for you."

"Thank you." Lian Shengyi expressed his gratitude very solemnly, "I have no regrets to have you as my representative."

These are her real fans, people who really know her because of her music.

She doesn't know what album or signature, but she understands that if someone is looking forward to her performance, that's enough.

Lian Shengyi didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes.

She carefully protected her little heart, put on a beautiful dress, tied up lively and cute pigtails, like a real musician, nervously and curiously waiting for her first concert.

It was getting late, and the staff arrived.

The sound of the audience entering the venue one after another echoed a strange sound in the empty and quiet concert hall.

Sitting on the stage, Yiyi saw that Ten Strings Elegant Rhyme for the first time.

Zhong Ying told her softly.

"This is Mr. Shen's piano from Yiyin Yashe. It was a musician in your great-grandfather's time. It was a beloved instrument."

The young eagle, ignorantly comprehend everything that Yiyin Yashe represents.

But it was difficult for her to concentrate, her mind was no longer on the magical ancient piano, and she flew to the stage freely.

Zhong Ying saw how cutely she was distracted, and how cutely she cheered up and listened to his story.

Yiyi is very sensible, but after all, this is what she has been looking for all her life, so she can't help but be curious.

Therefore, Zhong Ying smiled and encouraged: "Go and see, go and see how many people come to see your performance."

The black eyes were as bright as light, and Yi Yi said happily: "Thank you, Teacher Zhong!"

Turning around, he walked quietly behind the heavy curtain.

In such a dimly lit corner behind the scenes, she could clearly see the audience entering the concert hall gate.

The empty concert hall gradually became lively amidst the chatting and laughing of the unfamiliar audience.

She stood there in a daze, her clear eyes widened.

In just a few minutes, Yiyi experienced the magnificence of the sea tide rushing to the coastline.

She never knew that a concert could have so many audiences.

It is also the first time I know that there are so many people willing to come to the scene.

"Yiyi..." Dong Si rushed over anxiously, "Go back and rest, the meeting will start soon."

Her words were very tactful, but Lian Shengyi could understand them.

"I know."

Lian Shengyi couldn't restrain his heartbeat, and couldn't restrain his blushing cheeks.

"I will."

Will suppress her excitement, will restrain her soul from screaming.

She just stood here silently, seeing the audience take the seat, even if she couldn't hear their words or know their names, she could still burst into tears.

Lian Shengyi foolishly walked backstage.

When she saw her mother, who was wearing a blue and black cheongsam to match her well-behaved student attire, Lian Shengyi immediately ran over.

Like a happy bird.

"Mother, mother, many, many people came to my concert."

She hugged Yu Meiling, feeling the warmth coming from all directions.

Those people might be friends of mom and dad, and fanatical followers of my brother, but it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

When she stepped onto the stage, when she played the melody.

All of them will be here, on this radiant stage, to hear the voice of her presence.