Seeing that there are still three days to perform, she has nothing to do.

What's more, she has no feeling for Dongfang Yunle's music, which is her dream of playing the piano from keeping up!

In the past ten years, there has not been a moment more frightening than now. I'm afraid that after losing this dream, what else can she do! I'm even more afraid that because of her, she will mess up the Dongfang concert.

She walked aimlessly down the street, and the temperature dropped with her mood.

Unconsciously, I came to the square of that day again. It's just that the weather is bad today, and there is no one else in the square except her. Not even pigeons. She sat on the edge of the flower bed in front of her, as if she saw the violin uncle again, and the song "The Joy of Love" that was like juice.

On that day, she also swore that she would be qualified to stand by the side of the East!

How did those people find themselves?

Music, in addition to technology, must also have a soul. This soul is the performer.

The American uncle who played that day was the gift of precipitation, Dad's nostalgia for his mother, Zehi Ge was the magician who gave you the most beautiful environment, and Dongfang Yunle was the basic canvas of whatever he wanted......

And she can only feel, but she can't find herself.

She turned out to be the same person who watched and envied her from the sidelines, just like when she was seven years old. She thought she was getting close to him, she thought that as long as she practiced well, she could stand beside him.

There was a key to that door, and not only did she not have it, but she also had a nuclear weapon in her hand and wanted to blow up that world.

She is not worthy.

Snowflakes fall.

Xiang Yao had no intention of looking at the snow, her heart was cold to the bottom.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she didn't know what to do! I didn't know where her great sorrow could be contained.

“Hi，girl.”

Xiang Yao raised his head, he was the one who played the violin that day.

“What'swrongwithyou. There'snothingmusiccan'tsave.”

He opened his violin, closed his eyes, and the music fluttered again in the square where there were only the two of them, like snowflakes, the "Memorial Song" she was familiar with. Her mother's version she heard on vinyl as a child, almost every day, but this time, it was a bowl of ice cream. It has five rings, each of which is a flavor, sweet but not so cold, warm and light as a feather. But how can ice cream be warm?

She looks at the person who plays, his tune, and it will be warm. He saw her crying, so the snow fell and played for her. This is the voice that comes from the depths of the soul. It heals and touches people.

So, what's my warmth? What are my expectations? What's wrong with the piano and me?

Xiang Yao thought blankly. Uncle's tunes have also been looping singles. Snowflakes also kept falling.

Walking into the house, there are two familiar faces in the living room, and these two faces are also very similar.

"Yaoyao, I've learned badly. Came back so late. Beiwan went over and hugged her, "I'm thin! ”

"She happened to be on vacation in the north night, and I had a performance in three days, so I came over together. ”

Ji Zexi smiled slightly and handed the program list to Xiang Yao.

"I watched it! You and the East finale. It's amazing to be on such a big music show so quickly. Beiwan was very happy, "I just said that my Yaoyao is the best." ”

Xiang Yao sighed and sat down opposite Ji Zexi.

"Zehigo, I haven't found a way to deduce it. ”

"Dongfang told me about this on the phone just now. I can understand some of it, but the music is inherently incomprehensible, and if anyone can understand it, how ordinary it is! Just like your current mood, if anyone can understand it, then you are an ordinary person. How else do you become a pianist?"

"That's it!" Beiwan sat next to Xiang Yao, still refusing to let go of her hand, and kept holding her neck. "Yaoyao, take it easy. ”

"And then!"

"I'll help you. ”