"You seem to be afraid of me?" Li Yu noticed the fear in Feng Yishuang's eyes again.

"No... I didn't..."The fear in Feng Yishuang's eyes disappeared, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Are you a human or a ghost, did you let me see these messy things..."

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the poor Dao is naturally human... And layman, do you want to be a human being or a ghost? Li Yu paused: "Don't become a ghost who goes against your heart..."

"What's the point of you letting me see these now!" Feng Yi said excitedly: "I was abducted by human traffickers, and then the traffickers were caught halfway, and then adopted by my current parents, I grew up healthy, I got the love of my father and mother no less than that of my biological parents, and now you bring her in front of me, it will only disrupt my life..."

"Of course, Poor Dao doesn't want your biological mother to disrupt your life, Poor Dao just wants you to know that she has never abandoned you from the beginning to the present... The choice is yours, and it makes sense whether you recognize it or not. Li Yu's figure gradually became illusory, and said: "People who go against their hearts will never be able to play a good piano sound, because they can't even face their own feelings..."

"Afraid of disappointing your adoptive father and adoptive mother? Afraid of losing the love of your adoptive parents and the privileged life they bring? If you are hard-hearted and think about your biological mother, it doesn't matter, your heart will not be disturbed. ”

Saying that, Li Yu's figure dissipated.

The illusion continues.

Feng Yi saw it, and saw Ding Lian, who was crying hysterically because of the loss of her son.

That painful voice made Feng Yi not bear to listen to it at all, and his conscience was being strongly impacted.

"Don't cry, don't howl... Other... I beg you... I really beg you..."

Time passes very slowly in the illusion.

Within a month, Ding Lian's husband, Feng Yi's biological father, died, and only one person was left in the small house.

On the last day of the month, Ding Lian embarked on a journey to find her son.

A piece of vegetarian steamed buns, a packet of pickles, and two eggs are all the things you bring with you when you go out.

Every minute, every second, Feng Yi empathized and accompanied his mother through life in the fantasy world.

One day.

One month.

year.

Decade.

With photos, I visited all the way, looked for hope all the way, and gained despair all the way.

Pick up garbage to make a living.

Feng Yi just looked at it like this for ten years, and in the past ten years, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from this illusion, and could only silently watch everything happen in front of him.

Watching his mother grow old quickly, suffering from illness and pain.

"Why doesn't she give up, I live a very happy life, why doesn't she give up. ”

Feng Yi recalled the past ten years of life, and he could indeed call it happiness.

Wealthy, a family full of books, a harmonious family atmosphere, everything is so beautiful...

You don't have to break your fingers to count how much chocolate you can eat for thirty dollars.

You don't have to eat pickled steamed buns for this meal, only steamed buns for the next meal, you can eat exquisite and good meat dishes for every meal, and you can go out to travel once a year, outbound travel, domestic travel.

You can learn skills that many people can't touch, such as guqin, for example, a good private school, and get the best teacher education.

It's all things that Ding Lian can't buy no matter how hard she tries to thread the needle and tie the paper flowers, and some things can't be obtained by hard work.

Switching back and forth between the scene in your head and the scene in front of you.

On the one hand, he is his own happiness, and on the other hand, he is Ding Lian, who is struggling to find himself.

Day after day, year after year, the same thing is repeated.

Undeterred, the search for faith sustained her body, her soul.

"I must find him, it's all because of my fault, he got lost, is he very cold now, is he hungry, is he not full of food, is he wandering outside, is it very bitter..."Ding Lian muttered while nibbling on cold noodles steamed buns.

No matter how hard-hearted he was, Feng Yi couldn't be indifferent to this.

There is a strong impulse surging in my heart, surging...

"Mom..."

...

When he came to his senses again, Feng Yi found that he had burst into tears.

Ten years of dreaming, it's only been five minutes here.

Ice and snow, the four seasons change, accompanied Ding Lian through ten years of life.

In bridges, under tree holes, in alleys.

The neon of the venue, elegant and clean furnishings.

It's like a dream.

also burst into tears, as well as the judges and audience in the audience.

"What is this piece called..."The old judge just now also wiped his tears and said: "I have never heard such a beautiful tune before... Which celebrity played it?"

"That's right, it seems to have played out the ups and downs of many years, and the taste is indescribable... Sure enough, the guqin is the best instrument for expressing emotions..."

"The creation of this piece must be a wise man who has experienced many vicissitudes, and he has seen through it, but he still has a persevering mood, which is simply a divine comedy. ”

"What is this song called, this song will definitely be able to make a name for itself..."

Feng Yicai found that there were still traces of playing the guqin on his hands, and the marks of plucking nylon strings with the tips of his fingers.

In the ten years of his dream, he played the tune.

It's done unconsciously.

With ten years of feelings in the fantasy, a tune was played.

Myself... Did you really play a song with feelings?

In a subconscious situation?

"This one... No name. Feng Yi muttered: "No, there is a name..."

Everyone is looking forward to it, hoping that Feng Yi can say the name of this piece and which celebrity created it.

Feng Yi staggered to his feet and muttered.

The name and creator of this piece are called Ding Lian. ”

Feng Yi's words made everyone confused.

"Who is Ding Lian? What is the new guqin? I don't think I've heard of this name. The old judge was puzzled, searched his head, and did not think of a guqin master named Ding Lian.

At this time, Feng Yi said with a complicated expression.

"She's not a guqin master, she may not even understand music, maybe it's just a woman you can't even look at when you see it, she... It's just a poor person who has been looking for his child for more than ten years..."

At this time, Feng Yi bowed to the venue and said, "I'm sorry, there are some things I have to do..."

Under the bewildered gaze of everyone, Feng Yi jumped off the stage directly, rushed out of the venue, and rushed out of the door...