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Do you know what it feels like for a song to be looped a dozen times?

Meng Xiaoxian has been bombarded by this tweeter and has no temper at all, she covered her ears, but the roaring music still poured into her ears like thunder, and gradually, Meng Xiaoxian accepted her fate, since she couldn't resist, she could only give in silently complaining. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Quan Zhiteng in the broadcast studio on the second floor did not feel so strong, except because the broadcast studio had a little sound insulation function, his hearing was not as outstanding as Meng Xiaoxian.

It can be said that strong hearing certainly has its advantages, but the disadvantages are also obvious, and now Meng Xiaoxian wants to go up to the broadcast studio to cut off this song of "what is strong to fly" and make herself clean, but it is obvious that this is just Meng Xiaoxian's simple idea.

The disaster area is very busy, and the doctor who arranged Meng Xiaoxian here has not come to see her for four or five hours, but only ordered a nurse to hang a bottle of saline solution for Meng Xiaoxian and feed her a bowl of porridge with sliced meat, which can be regarded as a little comfort brought by Meng Xiaoxian listening to the "strong song" here for several hours.

Lying on the bed, Meng Xiaoxian watched the bright moon hang high, the night became pale and black, only the tender yellow moon brought Meng Xiaoxian a dreamlike feeling, like being in a romantic ancient forest, I don't know where this feeling comes from, but it always lingers.

After sitting in the broadcast studio for a long time, Quan Zhiteng was also a little tired, his eyes fell on the guitar beside him, and after thinking about it, he picked up the guitar, played it lightly a few times, and sang a song given by "She in the Distance" - "Blue Lotus".

Quan Zhiteng felt a little bit in his heart about his bumpy life, although he was in freedom, as long as you were born in this world, you still can't avoid being bound by all kinds of rules and regulations, and real freedom is actually only in fantasy.

All I can do is to uphold the ideals in my heart, be a blue lotus that will never wither, and open up to the place of my dreams.

Vaguely, in this energetic singing, Meng Xiaoxian seemed to hear another voice, with a little hoarse and Qingyue, and seemed to hear the lyrics of "Blue Lotus" in the haze, was he too tired? Meng Xiaoxian thought to herself, shook her head decisively, and once again admired the night outside......

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Zhao Linfeng had already sent more than a dozen text messages to Meng Xiaoxian, but there was no reply, and then made a few calls to Meng Xiaoxian, but it was prompted that the phone was turned off.

At the same time, Zhao Linfeng also went to the pharmacy where she usually worked, and also did not find Meng Xiaoxian's existence, in fact, he didn't know that Meng Xiaoxian's mobile phone had been turned off.

Meng Xiaoxian simply thought that it should be okay to send a few text messages to the people around her and tell them not to worry about herself, but she didn't expect her importance to Zhao Linfeng, Meng Yu and Mengsong's two children, as well as fans on the Internet.

After not contacting Meng Xiaoxian the next day, Zhao Linfeng felt very uncomfortable, like a pair of lovers who had been separated for a long time, and every minute and second was very tormented.

Zhao Linfeng's heart was full of boiling worries, and after having a morning meeting the next day and arranging today's work, he drove to Meng Xiaoxian's house.

Unlike the two children, Meng Yu and Meng Song, Zhao Linfeng smelled a little unusual smell and thought: If Meng Xiaoxian returns to her hometown, she won't even reply to herself with a text message, right? It stands to reason that my relationship with her has eased a lot, and there is no reason why I have become indifferent to myself again after only one day, right?

After Zhao Linfeng finished the morning meeting, he rushed to Meng Xiaoxian's house, the time was only about half past eight, he pressed the doorbell, and it was Meng Yu who opened the door, before he was making breakfast for Meng Song.

And Monzon has been practicing this "Symphony of Destiny", not paying much attention to the movement outside. Now he is able to skillfully turn every movement on his fingertips into a grand note, but he feels that the piece he plays is always missing something, and he can't say it clearly.

As soon as Zhao Linfeng entered the door, he was amazed by Meng Song's piano music, and his love for music made him forget to ask Meng Xiaoxian for the time being. If Meng Xiaoxian knew, he didn't know what kind of expression it would be.

After Meng Song finished playing a song, Zhao Linfeng patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Xiao Song, who taught you this piano song?" ”

"Hey, brother-in-law, are you here to visit the door? Rare guest, hurry up and sit! Meng Song turned around and saw Zhao Linfeng, and hurriedly got up from the piano chair, about to hook up with Zhao Linfeng and chat warmly.

Zhao Linfeng smiled, not paying much attention to Meng Song's actions, he opened his mouth again to ask a question about this piano piece.

"You say this tune? No one taught, I taught myself. Meng Song patted his chest, his face was very confident, the corners of his mouth were about to rise to the sky, and he said to Zhao Linfeng very proudly.

"Then who wrote this song?" Zhao Linfeng asked, he couldn't help but be a little curious, and felt that it might have been written by Meng Xiaoxian.

It's just that he has a little doubt, at that charity dinner before, listening to Meng Xiaoxian's piano music - "Snow Dream", she obviously took a light and beautiful route, but now this piano music that makes people passionate when they listen to it is obviously inconsistent with the song "Snow Dream", is there someone else?

"Of course it's me...... Written. Meng Song's face did not change, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

"Komatsu, I didn't expect your musical talent to be so high!" Zhao Linfeng was greatly shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the back waves of the Yangtze River to push the front waves, one wave is higher than the other, it seems that there is one more genius in the piano world......

Just as Zhao Linfeng sighed in his heart, Meng Yu couldn't listen to it, obviously his old sister worked hard and took an hour out of it every night to guide him, otherwise this kid could play so well now? Now that my sister is gone, I will take all the results on myself? It's really a "villain"!

So, Meng Yu interjected and said: "Someone feels uncomfortable all day long if he doesn't brag for a day, is it interesting to talk nonsense in broad daylight?" ”

"Huh...... Brother, what are you talking about? Meng Song smiled awkwardly, glanced at Meng Yu, turned his head to meet Zhao Linfeng's puzzled gaze, and defended, "But my sister has already promised to give me this piano piece!" Even the copyright is written on the Internet with my name......"

"Hehe......"

Meng Yu returned a meaningful smile and returned to the kitchen busy......

"I didn't expect Xiaoxian to be so talented, I still underestimate her!" Zhao Linfeng sighed, his curiosity about Meng Xiaoxian became deeper and deeper, and he was eager to know everything about her, just like being obsessed with the flowers of a mandala.

"Brother-in-law, actually, I was joking just now, don't take it to heart." Meng Song laughed dryly and said, "Brother-in-law can take time out of his busy schedule to visit my sister, it's really love, I'll make you tea." ”

"Komatsu, treat your own people, don't be so exaggerated, by the way, comment on the piano piece you just played, I just listened to it once, although there is already a plump 'flesh', but there is still a lack of 'skeleton', and 'soul'." Zhao Linfeng explained, and then said in more popular language, "The piano music you play, the integration of emotions is not in place, although your piano skills are very good, but in the process of playing the piano, there is a lack of style, which makes the whole piano piece inexplicably lack a charm that it should have......"

After listening to Zhao Linfeng's words, Meng Song calmed down, for other things, he can talk without scruples, but for the piano, he will never treat it with even a little bit of impropriety!

He pondered for a minute, his face was very solemn, and then he seemed to understand something, and said to Zhao Linfeng: "Brother-in-law! I finally got it! There is one thing missing from this piano piece of mine, and that is the feeling of being relentless in wrestling and fighting against fate! ”

"Well, it's good to understand, by the way, what's the name of your piano piece?" Zhao Linfeng nodded with a smile and asked.

"Positive eternity, immortal struggle, the name is "Symphony of Destiny"!" Monson replied with a serious face.

"Destiny...... Symphony?! ”

………… (To be continued.) )