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Unable to endure the bumps along the way, the little broken child fell asleep in the basket. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt this time, the night was dark, and he was alone on the road, and the quiet snort of the little broken child could be heard quietly all around. The sea turtle crawled slowly and pushed the cart on the road, and now she was so tired that she could almost sleep on the streets for the rest of the day.

Hengshan Road is a wide boulevard lined with leafy French plane trees. Behind the shade of the trees, many old houses with old blue bricks and red walls have been converted into chapels or converted into private restaurants for art galleries, and there are few homes now. There are no lights, so the glow from a small western-style building not far away is particularly eye-catching in the dead of night. Looking at it, she not only knew this place, but also knew it quite well. Her first vocal enlightenment was in this Xuhui District Children's Palace. More than ten years have passed unconsciously, and I don't know if the place is still the same as yesterday. Nostalgia can't help but arise. Suddenly, it was like an empowerment, and he didn't care about his legs and stomachs, and stepped on a bicycle and rode in the direction of the Children's Palace.

Like her, this Children's Palace is also the origin of Kanglele. No matter how magnificent his stage was later, his violin career, like hers, began in a corner of this small building. If Haixin feels nostalgic, then will Kang Lele who passes through this place feel the same way? Thinking that Kang Lele Xing will also linger and delay returning because of the return of his hometown, she stepped up.

Approaching the Children's Palace, through the window of the piano room, she saw the recreation of the night without success. So wake up the little broken child, and the two of them go through the room and enter the classroom. When she opened the door, she was greeted by the scene she had witnessed countless times as a child. Kang Lele played the piano without distraction, but the difference was that at the moment he had nothing in his hands. He was just playing the imaginary violin without distraction. Familiar but unprecedentedly unfamiliar, Haixin couldn't help but feel a little distressed for him at this moment.

When the little broken child saw his father, he immediately shook off the heart of the sea and flew into his arms. But it's just a big daytime apart, and if you don't know it, you think he's a little tadpole who has traveled thousands of miles to find relatives. I wonder if it was because of the sudden appearance of his son, or because of the disappearance of the violin in his hand? He seemed both surprised and stunned, and he woke up from a big dream, and he did not know what day it was, especially indescribable.