Xiang Yao sighed and followed Ji Zexi with the lily he had just bought from the flower shop.

"Brother Zehi, do you have an impression of my mother?"

"Yes, I went to her show when I was eight years old. It's really an aura of 1.8 meters. It's the first time I've heard such a majestic violin piece. She smiles beautifully, and when she plays, she looks like you do now. ”

"Are we very, really alike?"

"Dongfang said the same thing! Maybe you don't smile every day, that's why you're so similar. All we know is her at the recital. Well, we weren't much older than you! I was a kid at the time. The same goes for the East. ”

Xiang Yao didn't retort, she hadn't been here for a long time. Her mother, like the guru of utopia, is said to have enjoyed her music by many people, including children like Dongfang and Ji Zexi. And, just listen to her. She didn't believe it before, and she doesn't believe it now, the charm of music is varied, and the demagogic is only in mythological stories! The audio she left behind Xiang Yao often listened to when she was a child, and there was no special feeling, just ordinary violin tunes.

Coming to the tombstone, Xiang Yao sat next to her mother, and the photo on the tombstone had a photo of her mother with short hair, and her eyes were very bright, even if they became black and white.

Mom, I've come to see you.

Xiang Yao thought, thinking back to her appearance in his mind.

"I'll tell you a story about my aunt!" Ji Zexi leaned against the trunk of a tree on the side of the road, "This is what my mother told me last summer, and I think it's right to tell you." ”

"Good. ”

"It was when Aunt Xiang was in her twenties, and she was playing 'The Joy of Love' at Chaoyang Square in the United States, and my mother and father were in the audience, and she said that she saw the beautiful scenery of West Lake in her hometown, and my father saw the scene of his first encounter with my mother. Xiang Auntie's music is alive, and music, just notes, coming out of her piano, can touch the listener's brain. She will use her music to make you find the good memories in your heart. So, she's an amazing person. ”

Why do you all like "The Joy of Love" so much? Speaking of such a song, she remembered the square a few days ago!

"Brother Zehi, did you do it?"

"I don't know. I didn't think about it, my fingertips can play, I can give happiness to others, it's enough. My musicality is not as strong as yours, so I am less affected by this aspect. My feeling is a space, and I let it melt with every note, and as for what it is, everyone is different, but I don't deny my feelings like you do. Also, you have to believe that your musicality doesn't come out of nowhere. ”

"Brother Zehi, who wrote this tune, do you know?"

"Of course I know......" Ji Zexi's tone was gentle, he was under the tree, Xiang Yao couldn't see his face, in fact, he was angry. This song is too early for Xiang Yao. "This is written by Dongfang Yunle. And it's the first launch, there is no version. ”

Xiang Yao was taken aback, it turned out that this song did not have the original framework.

"Oh. ”

"So, you have to come on. ”

"Good. Although, I still don't know how this piece is interpreted. However, it didn't have a shape yet, so I gave the right to interpret it to Mr. Dongfang, wouldn't it be better? ”

"Yaoyao, it's so cute. ”

"Yes! Zehigo said cute, that is, cute. Zehigo, it's so good-looking. ”

"Half of your cuteness comes from the music, and half from the sister filter!"

"Then half of your good-looking comes from your brother's wide-angle camera, and half from ...... By the way, brother, won't I play with Mr. Dongfang once?"

"The ensemble doesn't matter, tell me what that half is. Li Zexi walked to Xiang Yao's side and sat down, "You have to remember, relax, just find your best state." Oriental tunes, in the final analysis, are also done by you. ”

Yes, she was originally the girl in Leo Tolstoy's pen because she was cute and beautiful.