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As the last note fell, there was a thunderous applause in Carnegie Hall in New York, one after another, and the applauding people stood up from their seats to congratulate the young violinist Fang Tian who was playing, and also to pay tribute to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra that accompanied her. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Twenty-four-year-old Fang Tian is the youngest daughter of Mr. Fang Yi and Ms. Zheng Yuan, known as one of the greatest artists of our time, and was discovered by her mother, who is a cellist, since she was a child. Since his debut at the age of thirteen, he has won numerous awards and is known as a talented violinist! And this show is a perfect proof of this!

"Why are you crying?" Zheng Yuan, who was applauding, turned his head and saw that his husband's eyes were a little sparkling, and he couldn't help whispering into his husband's ear and said.

Fang Yi blinked his eyes: "What are you talking nonsense!" It's the stage lights that are too bright, a little dazzling to my eyes! ”。 Fang Yi couldn't admit that he watched his daughter sitting on the stage, sitting in the most famous concert hall in New York, the lights around her were focused on her beloved daughter, she was so focused and so quiet and indifferent, in Fang Yi's heart, this is the best girl in the world, her own angel.

At this moment, under the light, Fang Yi's angel is like a myth and a dream, how can he not let his father's heart not spring up with pride and emotion. Now Fang Yi can't wait to pull up the person next to him and say to him that this is my daughter, but it's a pity that Fang Yi knows the person next to him, and his old friend Zou Heming is also his daughter's godfather.

"What are you ashamed of" Zheng Yuan said with a smile: "I'm the same as you, I don't know what to say when I'm moved!" ”。

"What am I excited about, and you're not the most excited? Have a child who inherited your business? What about me! Of the four money-losing sons, none of them are willing to paint! Thinking of this, Fang Yi was a little embarrassed, his five children have a good foundation in painting, and his daughter is a little worse because she is learning to paint.

The fourth son has a rebellious personality and likes to play any pop music, and he can't mix it up or down, so let him mix it first at the age of twenty-five. The most outstanding talent is his third son, originally Fang Yi thought that he could inherit his father's business, but this kid didn't do anything and went to work on sculpture. The second son relied on a little bit of music and ran a gallery, and the eldest son Fang Yu was the most outrageous, he went to Hollywood to make a movie, became a film director, and he did a good job, and he came back with a little gold man last year.

"When the boss thanked you, I saw that you were also happy, and your mouth was almost to the back of your head," Zheng Yuan said with a smile as she looked at her husband.

Zheng Yuan said what Fang Yi said to the camera when he was sitting at home and watching the little golden man and giving a speech. The boy picked up the little golden figure and waved it and thanked a long list of them, and then said when the music was about to start at the end: "Thank you to my father, he taught me to use art to describe my ideas, but I didn't choose the brush he liked, but chose the lens I liked."

Finally, there was a sentence: Dad, I did a good job, right? Then the people in their early thirties jumped off the stage.

Fang Yi listened to his wife's words, smiled and didn't say anything, but watched his daughter bend over and bow to thank the audience. For his children, Fang Yi is very proud in his heart, even if he is the fourth son who plays pop music, Fang Yi is also proud, and he will definitely go to the scene to hold on to the important performance.

Now Fang Yi is grateful from the bottom of his heart to this woman beside him, she gave birth to these children and raised them all very well! Thinking of this, Fang Yi stretched out his arm and hugged Zheng Yuan in his arms, and then kissed him affectionately on the top of his wife's head, and this scene was immediately recorded by the broadcaster and videographer.

As soon as the concert ended, Fang Yi and his wife returned to their home in Los Angeles, preparing step by step to continue to live their peaceful life.

Now Fang Yi's time in the studio is still about the same as before, but he has even less paintings. Among the friends Fang Yi knows now, there is only one person who has passed away, not the oldest Bobile, but Ruud, his body has been hollowed out by years of wine-colored life, and when he was fifty-four years old, he passed away with a smile on his face and a wine bottle in one hand. As for Bobile, he is directly like an old turtle, as if he is very angry with someone who has survived a hundred years old, and lives very strongly. Everyone else is fine, it's just a little inconvenient to come to China and France.

The day after returning from New York, Fang Yi was painting in his studio.

"Daddy!" The fourth son, Fang Si, pushed open the door of the studio and trotted into his father's studio.

Fang Yi glanced at his son: "What's the matter!" ”。

"Daddy! Mr. Bobil is dead! Fang Si said to his father, as a son, Fang Si naturally knew that his father and the two together called the greatest artist in the world, Bobil, also knew that the relationship between the two was very strange, neither friend nor foe, but he knew that his father would be very sad to hear the news.

Just like Fang Si wanted to be like that, Fang Yi heard the news, and his face showed a painful look, and he paused for a while before he asked, "When?" ”。

"An hour ago! I didn't make it to the hospital and left! Fang Si told the news that he knew.

"Get out, I'll be alone for a while!" Fang Yi waved his hand at his son, and then walked straight to a chair and sat down.

Fang Yi sat down here until dinner, and after eating a little something, he returned to the studio, this time instead of painting, nor in a daze, but began to write condolences to Bobile, writing and rewriting, three or four hundred words, condolences were written for six or seven hours, and when Fang Yi finished writing, it was already three o'clock at night, and the waste manuscripts of the typewriters on the ground in the studio were thrown to the ground.

After folding the condolences, Fang Yi went directly back to the bedroom to rest.

In the morning, Fang Yi handed over his written condolences to his assistant, and then read today's newspaper while eating breakfast.

All the art newspapers carried the news of Bobiler's death on the front page, and the cover of the latest issue of Art Review in the UK read: The Stars Fall! -- The fall of the brightest star in the starry sky of European art!

As for the fact that Gemini is no longer the headline, it has been seen in almost every art magazine, and most of the popular media have mentioned Bobile's death.

And the president of France also immediately expressed his condolences, and at the same time said that he would hold the most solemn funeral for the great artist Bobiler.

Fang Yi looked at the photos of Bobile in the newspaper, all of them were in his sixties, some were smoking pipes, and some were riding wooden horses with his granddaughter, in short, now everyone has forgotten Bobile's stinky temper, the great artist Bobile left the world and ascended to heaven in the long media report.

Fang Yi didn't know if he could enter the kingdom of heaven by pressing his mouth, but let him enter!

Bobil died, and the world said, "The star has fallen!" r1152

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