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I speak my mind.

The strength of the players is very good.

But the most important thing is not the strength of the performer, but the piece itself.

The music is full of emotion.

I can feel the emotion you put into the music in a way that a lot of players don't have.

What I said seemed to be contrary to Guo Jing's thoughts.

His expression was not joyful.

Affection... Do you have the feelings expressed in the music, Luno-san, can you tell me the feelings you feel in this song?

Don't know the feelings in your songs?

This kind of thing can't happen.

As a performer, I don't know how I can play the feelings I want to express.

But even if it was very strange, I answered Guo Jing.

The first half of the song conveys a melancholy touch, like moving forward in a world without light, constantly stumbling and constantly hurting, but in the second half, melancholy transforms attachment, and the feelings conveyed are not to leave, even if it is a dark world, I don't want to leave, but in the final variation, the heavy air is swept away, like suddenly rising from hell to heaven, even if it is only for a few seconds, the light still comes to the dark world.

I don't know if Guo Jing can understand it.

I just intuitively said what I thought.

After a few seconds.

Guo Jing touched his neck with some trembling.

I also think it's a good song, but a lot of people think it's not good, and Luno is the first person to agree with this song, thank you very much!

A solemn tone.

Serious attitude.

all show how much he likes this piece.

You value this tune, right?

Well... This tune is mine... My sister wrote it.

Younger sister?

Grasshopper your sister? I've never heard you mention it.

Li Luo came over from the other side and interjected.

I thought that Guo Jing would quarrel with Li Luo, but I didn't expect that Guo Jing nodded at Li Luo.

Well... A sister who has passed away.

Died... Is it what's going on?

My sister suffered from SCD when she was five years old, she basically spent time in the hospital, and the only people my sister could see were me and my parents, and the time I could see each other every day was only one to two hours, I had to go to school, and my parents had to run around for huge medical expenses, and it was the violin that really accompanied her every day, and for her, the violin was really important.

That's why you started playing the violin?

No, I didn't start playing because of my sister, which may seem ridiculous, but I didn't really have any talent for playing the violin, and it took me five years to get to the level that my sister practiced in a year.

...

In fact, Luno, you are the person my sister admires the most, I have seen you play with her, and her dream is to play with her violin and your piano.

My playing? Piano?

Piano playing begins at the age of nine, and acclaim begins at the age of ten.

It's been a long time since I've heard a lot of things I don't want to hear.

Guo Jing's expression was very sincere.

My sister said that the feelings conveyed by your piano are very happy.

Happiness? My piano?

Heard the word for the first time.

The feelings I passed on at that time.

Happiness turned out to be?

This kind of thing is absolutely impossible!

Desperate self-denial.

Luno-san, your performance at that time really made people feel very happy.

...

And there is no refutation.

It is not possible to refute this in this case.

There is no need to refute.

But my sister's dream, the dream of practicing hard, came to an abrupt end after four years, and at first she could barely pull the strings, but after a while, she didn't even have the strength to pull the strings.

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I looked at my sister again and again, trying to pull the strings.

If prayer is useful, if there is a demon who can make a deal with me.

The reality may not be so cruel.

Is it even the only hope for my sister to be taken away?

Even when I was only 11 years old, I knew that it was impossible for my angelic sister, who was pulling the strings, to continue playing.

Brother?

I'm here, am I thirsty?

Is my brother crying?

Am I crying?

I touched the corner of my eye.

Moist to the touch.

No, I promised my parents a long time ago that I couldn't show this kind of feeling in front of my sister.

How is it possible, just slept a little less yesterday and need to drink some water?

Brother, I have a request, can you grant me?

What request? If I could do it, I would say yes.

Instead of me, I played the violin.

...

Looking at the violin handed over by my sister with a smile.

I didn't take over.

This is my sister's only interest, my only hope.

I can't continue to play anymore, but I can still write the tune, can my brother play it for me?

...

There is no escaping.

Can't refuse.

I took the violin.

Looking at my sister's smile, despair began to creep in.

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From that day on, the violin became my go-to item and I take it with me wherever I go.

It was also from that day that I put my heart and soul into the practice.

I'm looking forward to being able to play my sister's tunes at a high level.

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My sister's 11th birthday.

She no longer has the strength to blow out the candles.

On that day, Mom and Dad received special permission to extend the usual one-hour visit to five hours.

After my sister's birthday party.

Mom and Dad went together to buy the gift that my sister wanted the most.

My sister and I were the only ones left in the ward.

My brother's score is almost finished, and it's still a little bit away.

Is it still a little bit close? Actually, there's no need to worry, my level may not be able to play the whole piece.

Well... Actually, I also want to... Brother, can you take me out?

Get out?

I want to go to that place.

The direction that the younger sister points to is the shopping center of the city.

Even at night, there are a lot of people gathering in that place.

Ten minutes away.

The doctor would get angry and run out like that.

Sneak out and it's fine.

There's no way to refuse.

My sister's expression, I can't refuse.

Okay, but we don't have much time.

Sure enough, it's my brother who is the best.

Mmmm, you're my only sister, so what's wrong with that.

In order not to alarm the nurses and doctors, I didn't go to my sister's usual wheelchair, but just carried my sister out.

A 17-year-old boy carrying an 11-year-old girl on his back.

The violin that had been carried all the time hung in front of it.

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Ten minutes.

Today's shopping malls are given new lights.

Dazzling seven colors flickered.

My sister and I watched the lights together.

Sure enough, it's best to look closer.

We can't stay too long, let's be back in five minutes.

Keep your head down.

What I saw was the last stroke of my sister's score.

My sister smiled and handed over the score.

Brother, the score is complete, can you play it for me here?

Is it done?

Seeing this view, the last small part, is also finally finished.

Yes, you can, but don't get your hopes up, I'm not half as good as you.

Well... It's okay.

With my sister's smile on my face, I opened the bag.

The violin and stand were removed.

Standing less than a meter away from his sister.

Put the score away.

Looking at my sister, who was still holding the pen, I pulled the strings.

The music plays.

The crowd around began to gather.

A piece of music that is less than four minutes long.

Received strong applause from all around.

End of playing.

My sister looked at the night sky with a smile.

Sure enough, it's a good tune.

It's a matter of course, it's a piece you wrote.

I was expecting a response, but I didn't get a response.

The pen that was clenched rolled to the ground.

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11 years old.

My sister's life stopped there.

But the hope that my sister passed on to me did not stop.

From rusty to proficient, I was strict with myself.

It took me two years.

I was highly praised in every way, and I played my sister's songs on the international stage.

Appraise.

The judges shook their heads in unison.

Uninteresting, bland.

Such words were heard from the judges.

I can't accept it.

How could it be accepted!

After the performance, I kept asking for advice from well-known musicians in China.

Let them help me analyze the piece.

Not a single one nodded.

None of them approved of my sister's last words.

Perhaps, I can really make my sister's wish come true.

The hope that my sister passed on to me may come true here.

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However, today.

Someone who agrees with his sister's tune.

But it was my sister's favorite person before her death.

The man who used to dream of performing on the same stage.

I don't want to hear polite words.

I asked her again for confirmation.

I heard words that I hadn't even thought about myself.

It was also determined that the girl named Luno in front of her really understood the song.

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Look at the person in front of you.

I thought of what Li Luo said to me yesterday.

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If possible, I also want you to advise him, don't live so tired, after all, people will also be broken.

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Now, I understand what he meant.

Guo Jing's smile.

A tearful smile in the corner of her eye.

Luno, can you do me a favor?

What's the matter?

A month later, many musicians from abroad came back here to participate in a music tasting at a university, and I was going to play my sister's music.

Piano and violin.

Play.

Stage.

Thinking of these two words, I shook my head.

No way.

Luno-san, please!

No way.

Look at the bent waist a little bit.

I still don't agree with the idea.

It's also at this time.

Li Luo stood in the middle.

Luno don't be in such a hurry to refuse, you should have some reason, right? And the guy who won't bow his head when he is beaten and scolded in the past, stop bending down, and listen to Luno's thoughts first.

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