It's late at night, and the little girl who has been having a good time is actually not sleepy at all, and she is still in good spirits when she has just washed the incense, if it is normal times, she has to pester her father to tell her stories.

But today, don't listen to Xixi's story, she couldn't wait to climb onto the big bed, pouted her little butt and set the pillow by herself, and then got into the quilt and consciously covered the quilt.

Yang Yi had just finished cleaning up the mess downstairs and looked at his daughter with Murphy funny.

The little girl lay down and closed her eyes, and after a while she couldn't help but open her eyes and turn her head to make sure that the big socks at the head of the bed were not hung up. After confirming it, she was relieved.

At this time, she saw her parents who were still standing at the door looking at her, thinking that her parents were worried about her, and the little girl waved her hand seriously: "Baba, Ma Ma, good night, Xixi is going to sleep!"

Yang Yi and Murphy still know the reason, isn't the little girl looking forward to the arrival of Santa Claus?

It's still because of the lie that Murphy told in the past to get Xi Xi to sleep, Xi Xi naively thought that if she hadn't fallen asleep, Santa Claus would really not come down to give her a gift when Santa Claus passed by in the early morning.

So she had to fall asleep early, and even if she couldn't, she had to keep her eyes closed, so that Santa Claus wouldn't forget her.

"Good night, baby!" Murphy whispered, she pulled Yang Yi up, and the two came to the study.

On Christmas Eve, Yang Huan took a shower early and then went into his room.

"I have a gift for you today!" Murphy pressed Yang Yi on the chair, and then took out a big box that Mo Xiaojuan brought over today, she looked at Yang Yi with some embarrassment and said.

"Give it to me? Isn't it a Christmas gift to be opened together tomorrow?" Yang Yi was a little surprised, he had prepared Christmas gifts for both Murphy and Xixi.

"That's a Christmas present, and we're going to celebrate Christmas Eve. Murphy knew what Christmas Eve meant to lovers, her face was slightly red, she bit her lower lip gently, and said with some embarrassment, "Can't you accompany me for the first time on Christmas Eve?"

If Valentine's Day is the beginning of every girl's romance, then Christmas Eve is the beginning of every woman's romance.

Murphy also longed to spend Christmas Eve with his beloved, and now, there is finally one, although the youth is no more, but the longing for romance has not faded.

"Of course, how could I not accompany you?" Yang Yi looked at Murphy's anxious little mood, his heart softened, and he nodded in agreement, while trying to think about what kind of Christmas Eve gift he wanted to give Murphy.

"You open my gift first and see if you like it or not. Murphy looked at Yang Yi expectantly, she had put a lot of thought into preparing this gift.

Yang Yi also has some curiosity, generally speaking, aren't the gifts given on Christmas Eve all apples or chocolates? What is in Murphy's big box?

Streamers, wrappers, and boxes, like onions, are peeled off layer by layer, and the gifts inside reveal their shapes.

Although Yang Yi had already seen it roughly, it wasn't until the last film on its body was completely removed that he said with some surprise: "Violin, you gave me a violin?"

This violin is very beautiful, although it looks similar to other violin styles, but the wood of its panel is definitely a top spruce that is naturally dried in the eyes of Yang Yi, an old driver.

And it is not a new violin that has just been found in recent years, it should be carefully cared for and maintained, although it is smooth as new, but the piano itself seems to exude a kind of spirituality, and the musical charm that has been precipitated after being played for a long time.

It's very mysterious to say, but Yang Yi can feel that he has treasured even more top-notch violins in his previous life, spanning three or four hundred years of history, and a violin Antonio_Stradivari was originally buried in the warehouse of a Middle Eastern chieftain, but was later stolen by Yang Yi.

Thinking about this, Yang Yi still feels that it's a pity, he is gone, can he still find the right person to love and care for the precious violin?

"This is last year, I was in the United States, occasionally from a pawnshop merchant to buy, the original owner is a very famous foreign violin player, Steve Van I don't know if you have heard, this is his own famous instrument, but after he died of illness, his family in order to pay off the debt, so he sold it to the pawnshop. Murphy gently stroked the violin and whispered.

Obviously, the origin is so clear, Murphy didn't have a chance to pick up the leak, and she still spent a lot of money to buy this violin. When she bought it last year, Murphy bought it for herself, and she also likes the violin, and has been learning violin and piano since she was a child, but there are still some pearls in her hands.

Because after buying it back, Murphy didn't have much opportunity to use it, and her time was spent on her career as a singer.

"I know you can play the violin, and there is a violin accompaniment in the song "Long Time No See", but you don't have a good violin yet, so I wanted to give it to you. Murphy said with some trepidation. She was worried, this gift is not brand new, will Yang Yi like it?

However, Murphy is right, Yang Yi has not bought the violin for a long time, it is indeed because he has not picked the satisfactory one! It doesn't matter if the gift is brand new or not, what matters is Murphy's heart for Yang Yi! Her words really moved Yang Yi!

I saw Yang Yi put down the violin in his hand, he stood up, hugged Murphy's face on the side, and kissed it fiercely, this is a kiss that is not mixed with any eroticism, kissed very hard and affectionately.

When he let go, Murphy's face was as red as a peach, panting, and he couldn't help but hammer Yang Yi's chest, which was both ashamed and disgusted.

"You still know me!" Yang Yi laughed, hugged her in his arms, and said in her ear.

He really liked this gift. Murphy has known him for so long, and he has never seen Yang Yi so out of shape. But this gaffe is good, and Murphy is also full of joy, feeling that he has given the most valuable gift.

After Yang Yi let go of Murphy, he put the violin on his left shoulder, and first pulled the bow a few times at random to try its timbre.

The timbre naturally has nothing to say, it is not as good as Yang Yi's hand-me-down work in his previous life, but it is also better than 90% of the violins in the world, and Yang Yi is already satisfied.

"I'll play a tune for you, I originally had the draft in my head, and when I saw your gift today, I perfected it!" Yang Yi suddenly turned his head and said to Murphy with great interest, "I didn't prepare any gift for you, this violin piece composed for you should be regarded as a Christmas Eve gift for you, is it okay?"

Murphy looked pleasantly surprised, for her, a piece composed for her was better than any gift, she quickly nodded and asked happily, "What is it?

"Yes, it's called "In Praise of Love" (Note 1)!" Yang Yi nodded.

After speaking, Yang Yi took a deep breath, immersed himself, and began his performance.

At the beginning, it was a long, beautiful melody, with a strong serenade style, delicate piano sound, full of affection, as if it was the lingering of lovers, and gradually opened this elegant love picture.

It was the first time for Murphy to watch Yang Yi play the violin, and Yang Yi did not disappoint her, although the appearance of the 1.87 meter big man playing the violin was a little funny, but Murphy was fascinated, and the person who played such a beautiful melody was her beloved man!

After turning to the B section, the tune becomes soft, and the softness is also integrated with the mood of grievance, but this mood is not sentimental, just like the sweet and sour taste of love, and happiness spreads in such a melody.

Murphy listened very attentively, and at this moment, in a trance, she seemed to be sitting in a wide theater, sitting under the stage, listening to Yang Yi's performance from the stage.

Eventually, returning to the theme of section A, there is another writhing pull, and emotions burst out.

The final rhyme after the variation is meaningful, the emotions become more and more complex, and the music that gradually slows down and lessens, like a lover's whisper, gradually stops in the gentle melody......

Murphy is a person who loves music, and she naturally understands the feelings that Yang Yi integrates into his performance.

Isn't the praise of love exactly what describes the love between them? Isn't love just the beginning of vigorous, tangled operation, and finally gradually into the dull, but that is the lingering blandness?

Isn't such a bland love exactly what she and him were looking forward to?

This wonderful gift is destined to light up the wonderful Christmas Eve tonight...... Without the apple, would Eve and Adam just sit facing each other?