Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

The fingertips slid across the piano keys, and the soft music seemed to take the robin back to the afternoon when she first went to the concert hall.

At that time, she just opened her beautiful eyes and stared at the pianist who kept hitting the music on the stage without blinking.

At some point, the song ended.

"Hello, my name is An Ming."

The boy with short golden hair stretched out his hand to her, and his bright light golden eyes were soft and full of vitality.

The robin was not timid, and smiled lightly and held An Ming's hand. His blue eyes were beautiful and moving, as if they could speak.

"Robin," the robin had never seen such a beautiful person, and it might be inappropriate to use "beautiful" to describe the boy, but the young robin could only use such an adjective to express his feelings.

"My mother told me that I am a few months younger than you," Robin smiled cutely, "I like your piano playing."

"Robin!"

A boy with short light gray hair ran to the piano room door. He stared at An Ming nervously, looking a little shy, "Are you okay?"

"Brother, you are here."

Robin smiled sweetly, but Sunday felt even more inexplicably uneasy. Since the first time he saw An Ming, he had no good feelings for this golden retriever.

Even Sunday himself didn't know why he felt inexplicably hostile. Although he was a little nervous, he subconsciously pulled Robin to his side.

"I seem to have heard this song before," An Ming remembered that it was a composer who died in an accident.

"Well... it's my father's last relic."

Robin's eyes flashed with a brief sadness, and she remembered that short happy time.

"Will it be painful?"

"I was sad for a long time, until I saw the music score left by my father, and then I made up my mind to complete this score."

An Ming looked at the smiling robin, but he couldn't understand whether she was truly happy now. Could she smile after experiencing such a sad past?

The robin in the sun was so dazzling. An Ming pressed the piano keys again and hummed softly:

"The sun warms the sky~"

The inspiration turned into fragments, and An Ming filled in the blank music score piece by piece, and it sounded again with the elegant piano sound.

The robin's feet unconsciously tapped the ground lightly with the rhythm, and hummed the tune softly.

Sunday also stared at An Ming in a daze. He was also very familiar with this song. As a lullaby, it accompanied him and the robin throughout his childhood.

"Oh, it seems that you are all familiar with each other," An hugged Sunday and Robin from behind, and said with a smile: "You must get along well in the future."

"Auntie An! I have heard your new song."

"Wow, thank you, it seems that I have a little fan too."

"Well, I will become a singer in the future, just like my mother and Auntie An!"

An happily rubbed Robin's head. An Ming in front of the piano looked at his mother with helpless eyes. Sometimes he always felt that his mother was more childish than himself.

But... the warmth in the heart may be happiness.

This world is really gentle.

[At the age of five, your understanding of piano has surpassed Chen, and you are known as the most gifted musical genius in the history of Kachipe. Concert halls are vying to invite you to play the piano, and the price of performance has reached a terrifying astronomical figure]

[You are not dazzled by the temporary flattery. In addition to practicing the piano, you always stop on the street, one stop for an afternoon, closing your eyes as if you can see countless fragments of inspiration passing by]

[For ordinary people, writing lyrics is difficult, but in your eyes it is like a simple puzzle. As long as you choose the right words and put them into the music score, it will be an amazing song]

[You promised the robin to complete the music score left by her father into a complete song]

"Brother, come quickly!"

The robin took Sunday's hand and pushed open the bedroom door.

Sunday's expectation was shattered when he saw the golden-haired boy sitting on his sister's pink bed. "Robin, why is this guy in your room?"

"See you again, Sunday."

An Ming held a sheet of music in one hand. When he saw Sunday coming, he just nodded slightly, as calm as if he was the owner of the room.

Originally, An Ming was standing, but Robin pressed him to sit on the soft bed. Looking at the stuffed toys, An Ming still didn't know where to put his hands.

Robin obviously inherited his mother's character, generous and generous, but very strong in his bones.

In the past year, An Ming often discussed music with Robin and often listened to Robin's singing. Although immature, he could feel the hope in it.

Robin's singing can bring peopleCome to happiness.

"Here," An Ming handed one end of the lantern to Zhou Ri, "I only finished half of the song I promised you before."

The two boys hung the lanterns on both sides, and the colorful lanterns suddenly glowed softly. The robin jumped onto the bed with a whoosh, and there were cute dolls behind him.

"Thank you..." Zhou Ri said in a low voice, "If only I could stay away from my sister."

"Huh? But am I not a good boy like the one next door?" An Ming smiled slightly with a dark side, and was hit by Zhou Ri's expressionless fist.

"You two~ I'm going to be angry!"

The robin was cutely with her hands on her waist, the pink bow tied around the waist of her skirt swayed gently, and her feet in white socks stepped hard on the soft bed.

"Did you hear me? Stop talking," Zhou Ri smiled and clapped his hands. An Ming on the side curled his lips in silence and whispered:

"Sister control."

The robin on the bed couldn't help but smile sweetly when he saw this scene. He cleared his throat and hummed the lyrics on the music score.

"The sun warms the sky, and hard work represents priceless sweat~"

"Travel to the ends of the earth with confidence♪"

"I have the courage and I am not afraid, no matter whether it is winter or summer♫"

Sun Ri unconsciously clapped his hands, his eyes full of pride for his sister.

An Ming stared at the robin in a daze. The moment she opened her mouth, it seemed as if the world was bright. This was clearly just a small bedroom, but at this moment it was like a grand concert hall.

One day, the robin will definitely be able to stand on a bigger stage, and the audience will no longer be just him and Zhou Ri.

This is the first concert of the robin, a concert for three people.

"Sister, one day, your singing will be heard by more people!" Sunday was like a fanatical missionary, as if he was going to spread the recording of the robin's singing throughout Kachipepee.

"Robin, I like your singing."

An Ming heard hope and happiness from the singing, which was exactly the music he was looking forward to.