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Yan Zhi I have no idea what the person in front of me is thinking. Why does this sister seem to be distracted again?
She reached out her little hand and waved it in front of her.
Then she saw her change her expression, her eyes bright, as if she had something urgent to tell her.
Yan Zhi's first impression was quite strong. Many people in the art world are self-absorbed, and she initially thought Yan Zhi was aloof, but she turned out to be gentle like a little lamb.
"Yan Zhi," Yan Qing took a step forward, crouched in front of her, locked eyes with Yan Zhi, and took her hand. "Can you tell me, where did you hear this piece of music?"
Yan Zhi lowered her head and looked at their intertwined hands.
Yan Qing just came back from outside, and her warm child's hand was held by her cool palm, which felt surprisingly comfortable.
She is the Yan only daughter, and even childhood companions from distant relatives still keep their distance from her.
Yan Zhi has never felt anyone getting this close to her. Without any malice, purely breaking the boundaries between people, gently, she held her hand.
She lowered her eyes, thinking about how to respond. The melody of this piece had been circling in her mind for a long time. She had only performed it in front of her mentor, and she had asked her teacher to help her name it. After listening, the teacher didn't say anything, but simply wrote the character for "butterfly" above the handwritten score. "It's called 'Butterfly,'" Yan Zhi chose to evade the question and answer vaguely.
"The Butterfly," Yan Qing murmured softly.
As if telling a story, yet also as if breaking through.
"This name belongs to it!" Yan Qing suddenly stood up, startling Yan Zhi.
What is she up to again? How did this sister become so energetic? Yan Zhi thought as she watched her figure. Yan Qing brought her own qin in from outside, opened the qin case, and sat on another stool. "I can't resist it. Xiaozhi, would you like to play with me?" Yan Qing positioned the qin, picked up her phone, and planned to search for the original score.
Yan Zhi nodded hesitantly, unsure whether to stop her. This song, whether from the past or present, she had never released, so it was certain that it couldn't be found.
"Hmm, why can't I find it at all?" Yan Qing looked up, puzzled and anxious.
Meeting Yan Zhi's clear and bright eyes, everything seemed to suddenly become clear.
"Xiao Zhi, did you write this piece of music yourself?"
"Yes, sister," Yan Zhi nodded. She didn't intend to lie.
Yan Qing took a deep breath, concealing her shock.
"Can I show it to my sister?" Yan Zhi did not have the intention of showing off his creative achievements. Moreover, with Yan Zhi's absolute pitch cultivated over the years of practicing the piano, there was absolutely no problem in playing a general score completely, even enhancing the technicality and beauty of the piece. It's just that the piece Yan Zhi had just played, the feast of performance that was heard just now, undoubtedly achieved the perfect effect through the combination of Yan Zhi's weaving of the score and superb playing skills.
"I have it in my heart. If sister wants it, I will write one for you tomorrow," Yan Qing found that the little sister in front of her, whom she had only met a few times, was actually an angel. The pure words and the unadulterated gaze made Yan Qing truly believe that she had no reservations towards her.
It's all Yan Zhao's fault! She cursed her own father in her heart. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't avoid this little angel at all. Why should children be affected by the mistakes of adults?
Yan Qing couldn't stand Yan Zhi's gaze. Was she confessing her feelings just now? Is she longing for her love? She really can't take it anymore.
"Sob, Xiao Zhi, I shouldn't have been biased against you because of your mother! From now on, I will be your solid support! I won't let your talent be buried! I love you so much, sob sob sob!"
Huh? Yan Zhi was stunned. How did he manage to change his emotions so quickly? Is Yan Qing actually a music enthusiast? Does he change his impression of people when he hears music he likes? Not knowing how to respond, he lightly murmured "Hmm" and reached out to pat Yan Qing's back.
Yan Qing didn't know what he was imagining, so he held her tighter.
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Villa first floor hall.
"I didn't agree," a lazy voice sounded, with long fingers loosely holding the phone against the ear.
There seemed to be some urgent advice coming from the other end of the phone.
"Alright, I'm not going, that's it." Yan Luo hung up the phone, his tone revealing a hint of stubbornness.
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