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Chapter 97

"Your father is so romantic." An Yi sighed, and Lin Yiyi followed suit, "But my mother said, I was so touched, and coaxed her for the rest of my life. That's because my father had a flash of inspiration, and then he couldn't say a romantic word Yes, and coaxed her to do food and housework for the rest of her life."

The two chatted for a while, introverted and quiet, pointing to the musical instruments in the room, Xuanbao asked Lin Yiyi, "Do you want to hear any music?"

Lin Yiyi was at a loss. The names she could name were probably popular songs, so she had to hand back the choice, "What instrument do you like to play?"

"I like the violin best myself."

Violin... Lin Yiyi thought that if you talked about piano, I would still know the famous song "Dang Dang Dang Dang!"Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang! ", but the violin, the concubine really has no musical talent!Seeing the hopeful eyes of the young man, Lin Yiyi racked her brains, and finally remembered that she seemed to have seen a very touching shampoo commercial in her previous life, in which a deaf girl played a song "Canon" that impressed her deeply.

"Is Canon okay?"

An Yi nodded affirmatively. The usual introverted boy with a thin sense of existence seemed to suddenly radiate confidence when he put the piano on his shoulders.Standing in front of the window, the afternoon sunlight poured into the music room through the glass window, making the boy's focused profile look more elegant and beautiful against the background of the jumping notes.

Lowering his eyes, holding the piano in his left hand and bowing in his right hand, he wears a short-sleeved T-shirt because of the summer. The lines of his forearm, which appear to be strong and restrained, are smoother and more graceful, and the notes flow slowly from the strings.With the arrival of the climax of the music, faster bow speed, intensive vibrato, and exciting timbre, the boy closed his eyes, and even the broken hair on his forehead was trembling with the musical notes.

At the end of the song, An Yi, who opened his eyes and put down the violin, suddenly turned back into a shy boy in a second, his face was a little red, he had never been so skillful as to take the initiative to ask others if they want to listen to him playing a song, but he Still can't help but want to hear praise, "Does it sound good?"

Lin Yiyi, who was sitting on the piano bench, nodded, "It sounds good." She felt that saying this seemed very perfunctory, so she emphasized, "It sounds good!" Should it be described to be convincing? "Very nice!"... Lin Yiyi burst into tears, please forgive me for the lack of words for the music blind!It sounds really good!

But An Yi, who seemed to be praised, was very happy. Lin Yiyi asked him curiously, "You know so many musical instruments, and you can play them very well. Why didn't you mention them before at school? Neither did the performances or the gala. I've seen you perform before. Every time Teacher Su is so worried about the performance?"

"My parents and the head teacher said that I don't need to worry about my studies, but they don't want me to perform in school. Anyway, I don't need me to be a special student. They said that when they were young, they always showed in front of the public and got some excessive praise. Praise, in fact, is not good for my development and it is easy to expand my ego."

Lin Yiyi stuck out her tongue, "Actually, your parents still hope that you will develop into music, right?"

The boy scratched his head annoyedly, and agreed, "I think so too. Although my dad said to let me go, he still taught me the piano since childhood, and bought a house to decorate a soundproof music room so that I have more time to practice. My mother has always I really hope that I can become a conductor like her. It is really not easy for her to become a female conductor. Every time she is at home, she secretly puts the score used by the conductor on the top of all the scores, and then tells me the famous The story of the conductor, and every time I listen to the music, I will analyze it from the perspective of the conductor." The boy sighed annoyedly, "But I really don't like and don't want to be a conductor, but I don't know how to tell her."

"Then you want to play the piano like your father?"

The teenager sighed even more troubledly, "I don't want to play the piano in the future. I don't know how to say it. My parents have paid so much, but I don't want to learn from my father's piano, nor my mother's conducting. I think they will be very happy." Disappointed."

"Then what do you want to do in the future?"

"Actually, I want to play the violin. I don't want to be a much-anticipated conductor, nor do I want to be a solo pianist. I want to join a symphony orchestra and be a member of the string group." When An Yi talked about her real dream, it seemed that everything was in her eyes. It radiates the light of dreams.Thinking about it, he added another sentence, "However, if I can become the first violinist, and cooperate with my father in a piano concerto in the symphony orchestra conducted by my mother, it will probably be my ultimate dream!"

"An Yi, I envy you very much." Seeing An Yi talking about her dreams, Lin Yiyi suddenly felt a little confused about her life.After she was reborn, her biggest dream was probably to let her relatives live a prosperous life. Now she has achieved it. The family has a car and a house, and even with the rent of more than [-] houses, she can live comfortably. Well for the rest of my life.Then what?Make more money?Live in a bigger house?Drive a better car?She even lacks the motivation to continue studying. She studies for a good high school, a good high school for a good university, a good university for a good job, and a good job for making money.Then what?

"An Yi, it's really good to have ideals! I still can't figure out what I want to do in the future, but I should study now, so I am studying now, but you already have a dream that you want to pursue as a career, why are you just afraid Parents are disappointed and don’t tell them?” Lin Yiyi thought for a while, and added, “What if Beethoven’s son is Jordan who loves to play basketball? What if Chopin’s daughter is Madame Curie who loves to study physics? Why do you insist that your children must be in your own field? Maybe you will delay a super genius in other fields! Besides, there is not much difference between what you want to do and what your parents are doing, um, anyway, from the perspective of us laymen It’s all about music.”

An Yi was amused by Lin Yiyi's analogy, "Beethoven has no children, and neither has Chopin." Lin Yiyi fainted, "Is this the point? Is this the point? Even if there are children, it must not be Jordan and Madame Curie I am a metaphor! A metaphor!"

An Yi smiled and nodded, "I see, do you still have any songs you want to hear?" Lin Yiyi shook her head honestly, "I only know this violin piece...you might as well play your favorite piece!"

On the afternoon of the weekend in September, there is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window, the warm sunshine in the music room, the melodious piano sound again, the girl's listening, and the boy's dream.

(End of this chapter)