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Chapter 172 Finale Tomorrow, keep smiling!

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    The cold wind blew past.

    Lin Ya slowly tightened her arms, and hugged the gradually colder person in her arms even tighter.  Tears came out uncontrollably.  Drop by drop fell on Mo Li's pale face.

    "Don't cry" Mo Li whispered.

    Death is not terrible.  Separation is just to meet more and better people.

    The first ray of sunlight in the morning breaks through the dark night sky.  In the light, Mo Li smiled brightly like a spring flower.

    "Xiaoya, look, the sun has come out the sunrise by the sea is really beautiful!"

    Lin Ya stubbornly wiped away the tears from her eyes, and forced a smile, "Well, it's beautiful."

    "However, Xiaoya, you are more beautiful!"

    Mo Li raised his head, and pressed a kiss on Lin Ya's tear-stained face like a dragonfly touching water.  This was the first and last time he kissed this shining girl who didn't know it.

    It would be great if I could meet her sooner.

    I really want to hear her play Chopin's "Preface" again;

    I really want to play Mozart's Sonata for Two Pianos with her again, k.448 in D major;

    I really want to watch the sunrise with her again;

    I really want to just hold her hand and spend the rest of my life with her

    It's just that people can't be too greedy, right?  Being able to meet her at the end of his life was already a miracle bestowed on him by God.

    Mo Li reluctantly pushed Lin Ya away, staring at her without blinking.  Why is she so beautiful?  No matter how you look at it, you can't get enough!

    "Lin Ya, can you play it again, Kanon?"

    Mo Li coughed twice, and weakly put the blood-stained harmonica into Lin Ya's cold palm.

    "Nodon't" Lin Ya broke down and cried.

    He said that this melodica cannot be borrowed casually, because the soul of the former owner of the melodica resides in it, which is their secluded place.

    The only time when someone can play the organ is before they die.  The next master chosen by them will sing the song of death for them.

    Their blessings will always be with this harmonica.

    "Silly girl, if you don't play it, I won't have a chance to listen to it!" Mo Li panted lightly, his voice was low and faint.

    Lin Ya, sobbing, took the harmonica and tried her best to blow out the out-of-tune canon.

    The waves hit the stones, and the spray splashed in all directions.  Mo Li's thin lips moved lightly, tasting the salty taste.

    Tears slid down his pale cheeks to the corner of his mouth.  He leaned gently on her shoulder, half-closed his eyes, looking at the golden morning light.

    It turns out that the sea water with tears is really salty.

    "Lin Ya, you'd better play the piano. You're out of tune"

    Mo Li opened his eyes with difficulty, how much he thought, listen to this out-of-tune tune for a while longer.  It's really great to have her in the last journey of life.  Well, he couldn't bear to leave.

    "Lin Ya, I really like you"

    Lin Ya was taken aback for a moment, and broke down in tears.

    "Yourssmile" Mo Li held Lin Ya's hand instead, and cold tears fell on the back of Lin Ya's hand.

    Looking up, Lin Ya could no longer tell which teardrop belonged to them.

    "Lin Ya, tomorrowsmile too!"

    After finishing speaking, Mo Li smiled and closed his eyes.  The wind whimpered by.

    Lin Ya hugged him tightly. She wrapped her coat and scarf all over his body, but she couldn't stop his body from cooling down.

    "Mo Li" Lin Ya burst into tears.  The mournful cry merged with the sound of "da da" waves.

    That day, she guarded Mo Li and sat on the reef by the sea for a day and a night.  She blew the canon for him all day, just like he did for Qi Yuan back then.  A pink wind rose has been added to the top of the harmonica.

    Morley's mourning hall is located in a hut by the sea.  There was an endless stream of people who came to mourn.  Those fans who liked Mo Li uploaded the piano music relay on the Internet.  As Mo Li expected, his funeral was simple but lively.

    According to Mo Li's will, Lin Ya scattered his ashes into the sea.  And she, after erecting a monument to Mo Li, went to lp.music and started working as a music broker.

    Song Yu was very opposed to her decision. She worked as Ji Ning's assistant for a long time during college, and she also got her lawyer's license. Compared with a music manager, she is more suitable to be a lawyer.

    More importantly, the pianist she leads has a different stylesp; "Why?"

    "Qi Ye, your uncle Qiao Nuo hopes that you can make music well!"

    "Are you a lobbyist?"

    "no."

    "I have been in the juvenile detention center."

    "I know."

    "I'm very disobedient."

    "I know."

    "I'm good at making trouble."

    "I know."

    "Then why?"

    "Because I saved you, and I will be responsible for you!"

    "Neuropathy!"

    Twelve years later, at the beach where Mo Li died, Lin Ya was sitting in a wheelchair, quietly waiting for the sunrise.  Qi Ye knelt on the beach, stood by her side with red eyes, and blew her favorite Canon for her.

    Breaking dawn, no matter how much you wait, you can't wait.

    Lin Ya opened her eyes with difficulty, wanting to take another look at the boy who still had a childlike face on her face.  During these twelve years, she led him to retrace the path that Mo Li walked when he was seventeen years old.

    His excellence exceeded her expectations, and the courage and love she wanted to convey had been fully conveyed to him.

    "Qi Ye, it's really great to meet you!" Lin Ya drooped her eyes, and Mo Li's smile appeared in front of her eyes.  In mid-air, within reach of his hand, he smiled and stretched out his hand to her.

    "Big devil, don't talk if you're not feeling well."

    "Silly boy, if you don't say something, you won't have a chance!"

    "Will not!"

    "Qi Ye, do you still remember the question I asked you when we first met?"

    "Um!"

    "My answer, will you help me realize it?" Lin Ya held the harmonica board that had turned lavender, feeling a dull pain in her chest.

    Qi Ye's tears fell uncontrollably, and he shook his head desperately, but couldn't make a sound.

    "Qi Ye, tomorrow I want to play the piano too! I really like it, you play the piano the music"

    Qi Ye was sobbing, he didn't know what to say, he took the harmonica and played the canon in a loop.  Listening to the intermittent sound of the harmonica, Lin Ya slowly stretched out her hand to the air, and said with a smile, "You finally came to pick me up! Did I do well! I miss you so much Mo Li" Xi  The moment the light pierced the night sky, Lin Ya closed her eyes peacefully.

    Lin Ya's funeral, like Mo Li's, was simple and grand.  As a well-known music manager, many celebrities in the circle traveled thousands of miles to this seaside cottage to express their condolences.

    Qi Ye blew the canon for her all night by the beach, and a beautiful off-white rose bloomed on the lavender piano board.  He followed Lin Ya's last wish and built her tombstone next to Mo Li's tombstone. The epitaph reads: Tomorrow, let's continue to smile!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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