MY DAUGHTER IS ASHAMED OF ME ??
READY HER?

Playback continues,

This is house 034 in the 12th building in Baijia District on the outer outskirts.

Xiao Shuying could only play with her phone for ten minutes a day, so she only chatted with a netizen named [Chengnan Flower Has Bloomed] on the song forum.

They tell each other their identities.

He's a bone cancer patient.

He was Xiao Shuying,

The patient said that he admired her greatly and liked to listen to her seabed, which made Xiao Shuying very happy, and he also encouraged her to recuperate.

Until one day, the patient sent a message that it was an image of a needle being thrust into a vein in the arm.

[I'm probably dying, can you make pure music on my behalf? ]

Looking at the photo, Xiao Shuying fell silent. For the first time, he felt the meaning of the word "impermanence of life", and he replied.

And at this time,

Anyone who witnessed that streak knew that.

This little Shuying Heart had a seed to rise, to rise,

He at least knows what music is for.

And the picture continues,

And at this time,

Xiao Shuying received the voice from [Chengnan Flower Has Bloomed], which was the vocabulary she had echoed,

[I hope this is this song]

Quiet, man,

Everyone should be quiet, no more noise,

Xiao Shuying was a little nervous, and excitedly opened up,

He was not confident at this moment, he was worried that he would regret the trust before this person's death, but until that person's voice sounded, he said,

Very hoarse and delicate, as if he was in the open air, humming softly to the phone, he said,

like a neutral tone, though,

[March snow door closure]

【Chengnan Tiandi Bai】

Preliminary humming appeared, his voice was like the wind in early winter, blowing a boy alone, his voice hoarse, silent and lonely, with a hoarse echo,

A picture appeared before Xiao Shuying's eyes,

A patient was lying in bed, looking out the window, he was so young, he didn't want to die,

He had many dreams, he wanted to see the south of the city, see the flowers blooming, he said,

But this can only be turned into this song, scattering by the wind.

It was just that perhaps no one would remember that in these extremely cold and desolate years, there was a young man muttering a monologue.

Xiao Shuying closed her eyes and entered into her emotions.

The song continues,

The person posts paragraph by paragraph...

【Grass buried in snow】

【Xue Shen is still affectionate】

【Chun Yuan can finally come】

When these four sentences strike, the,

dialing.

He listened, Xiao Shuying's eyes were teary-eyed for the first time,

The voice was full of young feelings, very sad, clear, so clear that one could not forget it,

But it was because he was too young, filled with a faint sadness, a breath of new life that was nearing death, that made the lonely and cold melody extreme.

In Xiao Shuying's mind, the,

He could clearly see that a boy, looking at this vast world, said in a sad voice, I have not bloomed, others have not seen the light I am emitting, he said, I'm still a white pigeon in a cage, though,

He was not upset, but only sighed at the elegiac temple about the impermanence of destiny.

But more and more, let the singing cry to the extreme.

"Thank you!"

"I know what music means!"

"I heard the melody, I know the melody!"

At this moment, Xiao Shuying wiped her tears away, and she could not help but hear the sad melody in her mind right now.

And Xiao Shuying's friend, a patient named [Chengnan Flower Has Bloomed], still posted,

on this dark night, though,

Under the moonlight, this,

Xiao Shuying abandoned her worries about the power of the piano, leaving behind a strong and overwhelming light, which she was afraid of,

Because now, that person's voice was so beautiful.

roared,

Sad clarity.

【May you always be okay】

[Chengnan flowers have opened]

【What..】

Have you ever heard sadness, or the sound of a needle falling to the ground, a very mild sadness, because what the person is experiencing makes any bone feel cold,

It was under this kind of thinking that Xiao Shuying opened up her piano talent.

The previous tension disappeared, and only inner constancy remained.

This is the first screening perspective, though,

In the bedroom, the little girl was holding a flip phone, listening entrancedly, and her eyes were becoming increasingly determined,

No one would have thought that because of the humming of a patient, he started the path of the piano artist ...

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