Seeing this, a sneer couldn't help but roll out of his throat, and his heart became a little heavy when he read it all the way, and while skipping a hint of pleasure, he suddenly realized why Qu Lantian said: He is their hero, and he has always been.

It's just that to his surprise, what he didn't expect was that there were far more than these two people who regarded him as heroes. "What is out of reach for some people, is available for others. And there are many more such people, Kang Lele, than you and I think! What can make them ignore your long-standing evil, not because of Kang Le, but because of your violin. Because there are far more people who like your music and your violin than who hate you~. It was said word for word by Haixin.

And what he didn't expect was that when he saw all this, it was another life in which he lost his hearing and became nothing. He has always boasted of his natural talent, and his contemporaries regarded him as a prisoner of the rank of prisoner. Ignoring their emotions, the effort is even the same dedication and love for music as he is. Perhaps this misfortune was really said by Hai Xin, his violin made him reign in the world, but he made himself a king. If you don't let people kneel down and knock down three times, and if you don't step on other people's heads, you can't feel your own existence and value, and he is the real king when you laugh at it! Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a wave of shame in my heart. But it's just a matter of moments. Thinking of Haixinfang scolding him heartily, why did so many people who didn't know him leave words of encouragement for him, but she didn't even leave a fart? Thinking of this, the shame has long been replaced by overwhelming anger. "Could it be that this ugly monster can only curse people, but not speak well" (⁰[⁰)?!" while scolding, he searched the ground for her handwriting in the rubble. Helplessly, the paper ball was kicked and torn apart by him, until his ten fingers were cut off into a set of ghost claws, and he still found nothing, and he was so angry that his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted. When he squinted at the world, he found that a white piece of paper under a pile of stones that he had just kicked away was shaking in the cracks. When you pick it up, it's really worth the effort. Fortunately, he didn't make up for it just now, otherwise he would have really kicked into tofu scum and would not have reappeared. But even if it was recovered, the paper was already in tatters. So he could only unfold it very carefully. Commit yourself to it.

Unlike other pieces of paper, Haixin's note does not call him by name. Instead, it begins with "To you who are full of music", which reads:

"You ask me, 'Where have I gone for twenty years like stars?'

I replied: Not anymore. As long as you continue to live, you are destined to go further and further away from it.

You ask me again: Where did my twenty years of toil and sweat go?

I replied: it makes the buds go from green to green, and it makes the shy flowers bloom, and it melts with the earth when the last wind blows in autumn. There are no more. But as long as time doesn't stop, spring will come, and it will turn into spring mud and go to another leaf or a certain flower.

You end up asking me: Where does my music go, where does my violin go?

I replied: I don't know how to answer you. Your spring has passed, so you will no longer be a flower or a leaf. But if it becomes another leaf, a part of another flower can be considered a value. Then it's, right here.

PS: To the silent you:

- Start again!"