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In the empty hall, only Yu Meiling's suppressed crying voice remained.

"Yiyi wrote letters to each of us."

"She said that Chao Lu is Teacher Bai's erhu, which was lent to her to encourage her, and she couldn't just take it away."

"She also said that as long as the concert has no regrets, she will be happy when and when she leaves."

I also hope that Yu Meiling, who sees the letter, can be happy.

Yu Meiling lowered her gaze, staring at the erhuqin box, her tears streaming down drop by drop.

Under the sad eyebrows, there is always a smile on the corner of the mouth.

She could see and hear clearly from the curtain.

The hoarse voice in "Yi Yi" is bitter and sad, and the loneliness that only music can melt.

Her lovely daughter is an elf born for music.

I have been locked in an exquisite and beautiful cage all my life, and what I long for is to return to nature and sing.

She saw Yiyi spread her wings and fell off the cliff, and she heard the weak and low strings, unable to make a sound.

Yiyi was in pain and uncomfortable, and the hand holding Zhaolu's bowstring trembled slightly.

What resounded through the concert hall in the end was still the desire for freedom and the devotion to music.

Yu Meiling gave Yiyi the freedom she wanted.

Enduring the heart-piercing pain, let Yiyi's low and deep strings burst out with the last vitality——

Faint as a firefly, dazzling as the sun.

Flying with wings, shining brightly.

"Our Yiyi is a qualified musician."

Yu Meiling looked at Zhong Ying, she wanted to laugh, but couldn't hold back her tears.

But she is a mother, and she should praise her excellent daughter.

"She insisted on completing the final performance, and she is the pride of my life."

Zhong Ying carried Chaolu's piano case and the letter Yiyi wrote to him, and returned to Fanlin in a daze.

A little girl with immature and correct handwriting, round and cute.

One stroke on the white envelope read: "Teacher Zhong Ying, accept."

No address, no sender.

Because she wrote to everyone she knew, please help her deliver them to the recipients one by one, and tell them——

"Please don't feel sorry for me."

Zhong Ying didn't know what was written in other people's letters.

The letter he received was like a child who had a lot to say, wrote it on the letter paper every now and then, and left it in a diary.

She wrote: "Miss Zhong, I'm sorry! I am very happy to see you for the first time today. But my brother spoils me too much and has a bad temper, so he is very rude to you. I apologize to you on his behalf. Please Forgive him."

She wrote: "Mr. Zhong, Zhan Xinjia! I like the music you taught me very much, but during this period of time, I have always wanted to ask: Why is Teacher Bai not here? Is it sick?"

She wrote: "Ms. Zhong, see the words like faces! Recently, I called Teacher Fang, and she was always very haggard, and she didn't mention Teacher Bai. I asked my mother, and my mother had a strange expression, and she was unwilling to answer my questions. Is that, is it possible to see him again when I am gone?"

"If so, when I go to see Teacher Bai, please don't be sad with Teacher Fang, because I must be looking for Teacher Bai. Teacher Bai and I can finally share the scenery and stories we have seen for so many years together. Tell Teacher Feng."

"We will tell Teacher Feng for everyone that the world is getting better and better!"

Zhong Ying couldn't stop the tears.

Everyone kept the truth from Lian Shengyi and never mentioned Bai Huisheng's death, and there was no internet to let her know.

She still knows.

When a kind teacher no longer meets her.

When everyone avoided her question, she forced a smile on her face.

Lian Shengyi keenly felt lonely and terrified.

Then, silently and quietly put away my sadness, and wrote it in a letter that will be sent to everyone after death, so that everyone should not be sad for her.

Zhong Ying sat by the glass counter of the piano store, reading Yiyi's letter word by word.

Sister Xu came out and looked at him strangely, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Ying's eyes were red, and his eyes silently fell on the pitch-black piano box.

He didn't need to open the box, he could see Zhao Lu's appearance.

The hollow carved sunflower patterns are like green sunflowers born in the sun.

The dark and deep body of the piano is the spine that stands upright.

The leather surface with complicated python patterns is like a heart full of holes.

The silver and fine bowstring played the radiant hope.

"Sister Xu, Yiyi is gone."

His voice was mixed with a long sigh, "Why, why can't they live well..."

Lian Shengyi's funeral was held quietly, and "Lian Shengyi" was discussed enthusiastically on the Internet.

The belated concert made many viewers feel the existence of a genius through the video.

When they click on the video and put it there, they will be able to reap the sounds of nature one after another, shocking their dry hearts.

On Yiyi's video homepage, comments and fireworks kept appearing.

Social networks continue to share this lovely child.

Countless strangers like Yiyi, and countless musicians like "Yiyi".

Many people have tried to reproduce that dark, gloomy, sad and hopeful piece of music.

But everyone thinks—

Only Yiyi's original version is heartbreakingly beautiful.

I hope that the call for Yiyi to play "Yiyi" again will intensify.

There are even many friends in the music industry who sent messages to Yu Meiling, Lian Kai, and Lian Junan, asking them to be cute and respond to everyone's love.

However, what they waited for was an update on Yiyi's video homepage.

Only half of the body is shown in the camera, which is obviously a man.

He didn't talk much, sitting in front of the expensive grand piano that often appeared in Yiyi's videos, and replayed the "Yiyi" composed by the erhu.

Sadness is dark, joy is bright.

The pure and clear keys of the piano changed Hu Xian's coldness and hoarseness into another kind of crying.

The performer felt like falling into hell, facing the abyss, and caught the faint light like fireflies in the storm.

That's a bird, that's an eagle.

That is the Yi Yi that no one can mishear or admit wrongly.

She shines with light, guiding the piano in the dark back to the cliff of stability and tranquility.

She came from darkness and sorrow, but let everyone see the greenery full of vitality.

And the black and white keys changed from deep black to high pitched white.

The silent performer exhausted all his thoughts, and finally re-presented the lonely "Yi Yi" in front of the audience.

"Yi Yi" played by the piano has become another carnival for music lovers who are keen to discuss Yi Yi.

"Yes, it's this extremely sad yet hopeful feeling!"

"It's Lian Junan, it's Yiyi's brother!"

"Lian Jun'an should play with Yi Yi, I want to hear the four-hand combination!"

"I thought Lian Jun'an was just a robot who could show off his skills, but unexpectedly, he is suitable for such a beautiful piece of music!"

The praise for Yiyi on the Internet brought Lian Junan by the way.

The piano genius who once earned fame as a young Mozart and a young Beethoven and attracted everyone's attention, finally won unprecedented praise in his sister's music.

However, he was dressed in pitch black, standing in the desolate cemetery where the wind was howling, and staring calmly at the smiling sister in the photo.

At Yiyi's funeral, there was no Mr. Yin Yang who would count all the glory and wealth of her next life for her.

There is no priest or priest, praying for her peace of mind in heaven.

Only her family and her few friends stood there silently, watching the heavy tombstone pressed on the ashes, erecting a tomb belonging to the little girl.

The photo of Lian Shengyi is in color, with a bright smile, combing her favorite yellow-haired girl's hair bun during the concert, and wearing a brightly colored skirt.

Her tombstone is dark, with the date of birth engraved on it, where it should have been written "died on such and such date", but at Meiling's request, it became——

"Sunflower in the green garden, morning dew waiting for the sun."

The cypress next to the tombstone is so young that it flutters in the wind, like her young life.

And because of this poem, it is full of vitality.

Lian Junan sighed and walked to Zhong Ying's side.

He asked, "What did Yiyi write to you in the letter?"

Zhong Ying looked at him slowly, and replied: "She said, she went to see Teacher Bai and Teacher Feng, and told me not to be sad."

"I knew it." Lian Junan showed a helpless smile, slightly sad and depressed.

"This little villain, the letters to you are all comforting, and the letters to me are all arrangements."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with standing in front of Yiyi's tomb and scolding Yiyi, and he wanted to say it outright so that outsiders could see how headstrong his sister was.

"She told me to put her improvisation sheet music together and put it online. And told us not to announce her death—"

"Why!" The silent Zhou Yifei interrupted him angrily, "Many fans want to leave messages for Yiyi, many people like her! They, they..."

The 16-year-old man burst into tears.

Tears welled up in Lian Junan's eyes, he squinted his eyes, and reached out to grab the noisy brat.

"Don't cry, look at you."

With great difficulty, he forced his relaxed voice into a crying tone again, "She just doesn't want those who like her to feel sorry for her. She said, she said—"

The breeze from the cemetery blew past, and Lian Junan wiped away tears for a long time before continuing:

"She said that she hopes that her music can bring happiness and hope to others. Instead of mentioning her music, some people will say: this person died at the age of 12, and they are all unlucky songs."

"Yiyi said, everyone is so busy and working so hard. There are too many beautiful things in this world. There is no need to remember her as a person who passed away. As long as you like her music and her music, even if she hasn't appeared for a long time, you won't miss her." It will make everyone sad."

They will think that the little genius has gone to study.

They would guess, what happened to the little genius?

Hurting Zhongyong, going to the present, breaking away from the illusory network and becoming an unknown person in an elegant niche circle may all be their guesses.

As long as there is no definite answer, Yiyi is still alive in their memory.

Lian Junan didn't know why his little sister had so many worries.

And so gentle and considerate.

He sighed and said with a smile: "So, she asked me to sort out her score and arrange it into piano, violin, concerto, ensemble..."

Lian Junan thought of the dense arrangement on the letter paper, and wanted to grab Yiyi's thin and pale face.

"My bad sister, I really don't feel sorry for her good brother who has no talent."

Zhou Yifei listened silently, wiped away his tears silently, any words seemed pale and superfluous.

Suddenly, Lian Junan stretched out his hand and handed him a note.

He unfolded it in surprise, and saw a string of English words.

Lian Junan said: "Yiyi also arranged for me to give you the electronic music reviews and impressions. To be honest, I can't understand your pop music, so I sent them to the experts."

The expert's contact information was written on a note, and he said: "Howard is now the owner of a pop music record company with a dedicated distribution channel."

"Howard said that he admires you very much and likes your talent. If you want, you can contact him and make an album of your works."

Zhou Yifei held the piece of paper, as if holding the "Bole" he had been asking for all along.

He knew that Lian Junan was a great pianist, and if he could help him contact this Howard, he would certainly not treat him badly.

However, he remained silent and kept crying.

Lian Junan patted him on the shoulder without saying anything, but simply said goodbye to Zhong Ying and Li Jinqiu.

In the deserted cemetery, only Lian Shengyi remained there.

Zhong Ying said that he was going to Qingling Lake College, but they did not go the same way, so Li Jinqiu took Zhou Yifei and boarded the car back to the next city.

The summer vacation is coming to an end, and Zhou Yifei will soon be a sophomore in high school.

The college entrance examination seems to be the whole goal.

But the note in his hand gave him a broad road leading beyond the college entrance examination.

He should be excited, he should be happy, he should be excited to think about how to quietly accomplish an earth-shattering event!

However, Zhou Yifei only had Yiyi in his heart.

He also has a letter.

Written in Yiyi's own handwriting, the handwriting is lovely and the language is sincere.

Yiyi said that she thought her mother and brother told her that many people on the Internet liked her music, but it was a lie to comfort her.

Yiyi said, it turned out not to be.She is really happy that someone as good and outstanding as brother Zhou Yifei really likes her.

Yiyi said, thank you.

The letter to him was very long, and it also contained Yiyi's curiosity about electronic music.

She also said: "My brother is lazy again, I will urge him tomorrow, and give you my review and impressions as soon as possible."

However, for Zhou Yifei, electronic music, which symbolizes his uniqueness, seems to have become less important.

He prefers to listen to Yiyi pressing the keys and plucking the strings, even if it's just tuning the strings, it's more beautiful and ethereal than the electronic sound he regards as a god.

He would never hear music like that again.

Even if the video could play forever, he couldn't hear Yiyi smiling shyly and saying to him:

"Thank you for liking me."

The sad journey home for high school students far outweighs the stress of starting school.

Li Jinqiu sighed repeatedly for a long time, and finally decided to speak out.

"Congratulations, Xiao Fei. From now on, there will be a talent week in the electronic music industry."

It is against conscience for a critical composer to say such a thing.

He turned out to be really like a good uncle, and kindly suggested: "I will tell your mother when I go back, redecorate the new house and make you a small music room. It doesn't take much, and the utility room in your house is quite suitable." .Functions are the most basic, sound insulation, fire prevention, air circulation, and the cost is not high.”

It's a pity that the music room that Zhou Yifei cares most about only got a look.

Li Jinqiu had never seen such a depressed little nephew.

In his impression, Zhou Yifei is a tireless fighting bull who wants to make big news all day long.

So he thought for a while and said, "That Howard seems to be in the United States. You can contact him first, or I can contact you for you. Then we can sign a contract and develop. Let's choose a National Day or winter vacation and go there together. .Making music doesn’t necessarily delay your studies, even if you delay your studies, we can still take a leave of absence—”

"...I want to read."

"Huh?" Li Jinqiu didn't hear clearly and looked at him subconsciously.

"I want to study hard."

Zhou Yifei said with a serious face: "The competition for the college entrance examination is too fierce now, I can't suspend my studies, let alone delay my studies."

This is the awakening that Li Jinqiu and Zhou Yifei's mothers couldn't ask for.

Li Jinqiu looked at his little nephew, full of surprise and shock.

"Sex change? Don't miss your electronic music anymore?"

Zhou Yifei opened his mouth, unable to speak.

But he didn't say anything, Li Jinqiu suddenly understood.

"...Do you want to study medicine?"

"En." Zhou Yifei nodded.

Li Jinqiu sighed: "But studying medicine is very tiring, and those who can be admitted to medical school are all top students. It is hard to study medicine, and it is also hard to become a doctor after learning it. Don't listen to your uncle saying that pediatrics and Chinese medicine are not tiring. Tired, much more tiring than you being a musician."

However, Zhou Yifei remained silent.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "But studying medicine..."

Zhou Yifei's tears couldn't stop falling, and he said intermittently: "Only by studying medicine can you save musicians!"

Li Jinqiu sent Zhou Yifei home, he had never praised his noisy little nephew so against his will.

"He is very good at my house. He studies every day and has written several essays. He even bought mock questions to do, but he forgot to bring them back when he finished writing and finishing."

"Now the grades are a bit worse, it's okay, sister, don't push him too much. Boys are late, and he can't go to medical school for undergraduate, master, and doctoral degrees. He should study for an undergraduate degree first, and then continue to take the exam and continue to study. It's the same."

Once, Li Jinqiu and Zhou Yifei's mother beat Zhou Yifei's self-confidence together.

Now, he actually wanted to speak for Zhou Yifei.

After sending the child home, the kid's summer vacation is over.

Li Jinqiu's summer is also over.

Lian Shengyi's concert has received a lot of attention in the industry. As long as a true genius stands on the stage, her melody can be heard in every corner of the world.

Even Zhou Xiongmin, who has been away all year round, has heard of it.

But when he called back, what he asked was——

"Yu Meiling's daughter died?"

"Ah."

"I heard that she is not only good at the erhu, but also the piano?"

"Ah."

"Pity."

Zhou Xiongmin's regret does not lie in Lian Shengyi's untimely death, "If she can live well, she will definitely become a pianist like Yu Meiling."

To become an excellent pianist is Zhou Xiongmin's consistent expectation for his brother and sister.

But Li Jinqiu's talent is mediocre, his fingertips are stiff, and the piano he plays is evaluated by him as: monkey playing the piano.

A violin is even worse, except that sawing wood is pulling a saw.

So much so that Li Jinqiu would rather write music with his head down, adjust and modify the score with what he considers a vulgar synthesizer, rather than play the instrument himself, and Zhou Xiongmin knocked on the door, reminding him——

Don't insult my ears.

The brief conversation with Zhou Xiongmin only made Li Jinqiu's mood more depressed.

He even began to miss the noisy Zhou Juntong.

Because on the matter of hating their father, their siblings agree perfectly, and there has never been a disagreement.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was gloomy, Li Jinqiu thought of Lian Shengyi, and suddenly had a whim, wanting to be a good brother.

He picked up his umbrella and went out, heading straight for the Qingling Lake Museum.

Sure enough, it rained heavily halfway, but he was the only one holding an umbrella, like a good brother who is a prophet and considerate of his sister.

Waiting for Zhou Juntong to be grateful.

Colleagues at the museum, however, were dumbfounded.

"Zhou Juntong didn't tell you that she was on a business trip?"

"Business trip?" Li Jinqiu asked with a question mark, subconsciously looking through the chat records between him and Zhou Juntong.

The colleague was also stunned, "Ah, she went to Beijing for training on a business trip. She left yesterday, and it will take more than half a month."

More than half a month!

Li Jinqiu was furious.

His hateful sister would only accuse him of being heartless and heartless in the chat box. She didn't tell him such important things, which was not cute at all.

He left the museum and returned to the rain-soaked car, the more he looked at the chat records, the more distressed he became.

Zhou Juntong is really lawless.

You keep scolding me?

The heavy rain broke my brother's heart, he couldn't remember why Zhou Juntong kept cursing in the chat records.

It wasn't until he turned to the chat history of the day before yesterday that he realized——

Zhou Juntong: Brother, I was actually sent to Beijing for training?Ahhh, I have to be locked up in the conference building for half a month, go downstairs to class, and go upstairs to sleep. Is this going to jail!

Li Jinqiu: Well, make a good transformation.

Li Jinqiu: ...

Li Jinqiu put away his phone and started the car.

Zhou Juntong was right in scolding, he didn't notice at all that his sister was going to training instead of going to jail.

Li Jinqiu, who hadn't caught Zhou Juntong, suddenly had nowhere to go.

The house was deserted, and the road was raining heavily, making it gloomy and terrifying.

He waited in front of the traffic lights, and then decided to go to Fan Lin.

Fanlin in the rain is like a hermit's residence on the edge of the city, shrouded in misty rain.

Li Jinqiu was familiar with the road, stopped the car and entered.

Sister Xu greeted him with a teacup.

Li Jinqiu shook the raindrops on his shoulders, "Where's Zhong Ying?"

Sister Xu pointed to the corridor, "I'm watching the rain."

Zhong Ying was indeed watching the rain.

He was wearing shorts, and sat bare-legged on the elevated half of the corridor, letting the pouring rain drench his feet to the fullest.

And on his lap, there is a plain piano without strings.

The gauze had already been removed from the fingers of Zhong Ying's right hand.

It's a pity that the ugly wound is still solidified with black and purple blood, and it will take at least one or two months for the nails to grow back and fully recover.

Fortunately, Su Qin has no strings, but there is sound in his heart.

Li Jinqiu sat down silently, watching him dangling his feet, immersed in the melody of his fingertips tapping on the plain piano, feeling the short-lived sadness of the passing summer.

They sat in tacit silence, not mentioning Yiyi or music.

Li Jinqiu's mood finally opened up a bit, and without asking Zhong Ying, he took off his shoes and socks like him, threw them beside the corridor, rolled up his trouser legs, stretched out his feet, and played with the rain carelessly like a child.

He heard a sigh.

Turning his head, he saw Zhong Ying's fingers silently caressing the surface of the Suqin.

Zhong Ying stared at him without saying a word, as if asking him why he came.

Li Jinqiu smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, so I'll accompany you to enlightenment."

Zhong Ying finally twitched the corners of his lips, but his expression was still sad.

Suddenly, he asked: "Speaking of rain, what do you think of?"

"Hmm..." Li Jinqiu's mind was full of melodies, and he stepped on the wet soles of the promenade steps, and immediately replied, ""Pastoral Symphony", Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 17", Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" .”

Zhong Ying looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Li Jinqiu didn't know what he said wrong.

But Zhong Ying just looked helpless and said: "I have never heard these pieces of music, even if you say their names, it is just a strange world to me."

Strange English, strange staves, and strange music titles are like rain on a strange land and a strange land.

Li Jinqiu felt that Zhong Ying's mood was not right, he asked in confusion:

"What about you? What do you think of when you see the rain?"

"Qiu Si, Hua Ge, Master..."

He sighed quietly, staring silently at the heavy rain.

"It's autumn soon."

After Zhong Ying finished speaking, he stepped on the wet steps and stood up, picked up his Suqin, turned around and left.

He didn't wear shoes, and he didn't say hello to Li Jinqiu.

It seems to be immersed in his own thoughts, leaving only a string of wet footprints, extending in the wet rainy corridor.

It is impossible for Li Jinqiu to chase after him with bare feet, but his legs are covered with rainwater, and it is very troublesome to wear socks and shoes.

"Zhong Ying?"

He stood up and shouted at the receding figure, but he didn't know what to say.

Li Jinqiu thought about it, and was about to pick up his shoes and socks, and went to ask Sister Xu for a foot wipe, when he saw Fan Chengyun walking out of Qin.

"If nothing happens recently, Mr. Li should stop looking for Xiaoying."

Fan Chengyun smiled helplessly, obviously seeing the state of Zhong Ying's soul coming out of his body just now.

He said worriedly, "He doesn't like going to funerals, he doesn't like rain, and he doesn't like autumn."

Li Jinqiu asked in surprise, "Why?"

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was asking why he didn't come to Zhong Ying, or why Zhong Ying didn't like autumn.

Fan Chengyun stood by the corridor, looking at Yu, and also at the young man whose name was Chi Shaqiu.

He has a kind face and a quiet voice.

"Because when his grandfather passed away, it was also raining like this in early autumn."