Chapter 141 Three-Person Concert
As his fingertips slid across the piano keys, the soft music seemed to take the robin back to the afternoon when he first went to the concert hall.
At that time, she just opened her beautiful eyes and stared at the pianist who kept playing music on the stage without blinking.
I don’t know when the song ended.
"Hello, my name is An Ming."
The boy with short golden hair stretched out his hand to her, his bright light golden eyes were gentle and full of vitality.
The robin was not timid. He smiled 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. Perhaps it was 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," the robin smiled cutely, "I like the sound of your piano."
"Mockingbird!"
A boy with short light grey hair ran to the piano room door. He stared at An Ming nervously, looking a little shy. "Are you okay?"
"Brother, you are here."
The robin smiled sweetly, but this made Sunday feel even more inexplicably uneasy. Since the first time he saw An Ming, he had no good impression of this golden retriever.
There was inexplicable hostility, and even Sunday himself didn't know why it happened. Although he was a little nervous, he still subconsciously pulled the 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."
A brief flash of sadness flashed across Robin's eyes as she remembered that brief moment of happiness.
"Will it be painful?"
"I was sad for a long time until I saw the music score my father left behind, and then I made up my mind to complete it."
An Ming looked at the smiling robin, but 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 broke into pieces and was filled into the blank music score piece by piece by An Ming, and it sounded again accompanied by the elegant piano music.
The robin's feet unconsciously tapped the ground to the rhythm and it hummed the tune quietly.
Sunday also stared at An Ming in a daze. He was also very familiar with this song. It was a lullaby that accompanied him and the robin throughout their childhood.
"Yeah, it seems like you're all familiar with each other," Ann hugged Sunday and Robin from behind and said with a smile, "You must get along well in the future."
"Aunt An! I've heard your new song."
"Wow, thank you. It seems I have a little fan too."
"Well, I want to be a singer in the future, just like mom and Aunt Ann!"
An happily rubbed the robin's head. An Ming, sitting 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 that emerges in your heart may be happiness.
This world is indeed gentle.
[At the age of five, your knowledge of piano has surpassed Chen, and you are hailed as the most gifted musical genius in the history of Kachipudi. Concert halls are vying to invite you to perform on the piano, and the price of your performance has reached a terrifying astronomical figure.]
[You were not blinded by the temporary flattery. Apart from practicing the piano, you always stopped by the street for an entire afternoon. With your eyes closed, you seemed to be able to see countless fragments of inspiration passing by.]
[Writing lyrics is difficult for ordinary people, but in your eyes it is like a simple puzzle. Just pick the right words and put them into the music score to create an amazing song.]
[You promised the robin to complete the music sheet left by her father into a complete song]
“Brother, come quickly!”
Robin took Sunday's hand and opened the bedroom door.
Sunday's originally expectant mood was instantly shattered when he saw the golden-haired boy sitting on his sister's pink bed, "Robin, why is this guy in your room?"
"Hello again, Sunday."
An Ming held a piece of music in one hand. When he saw Zhou Ri coming, he just nodded slightly, calmly as if he was the owner of the room.
An Ming was standing originally, but Robin pushed him down to sit on the soft bed. Looking at the stuffed toys placed all over the bed, An Ming still didn't know where to put his hands.
The robin obviously inherited his mother's character, being generous and generous, but also very strong at heart.
During this year, An Ming often discussed music with the robin and listened to its singing. Although his singing was immature, he could feel the hope in its songs.
The song of the robin can bring happiness to people.
"Here," An Ming handed one end of the lantern to Zhou Ri, "I have only completed half of the song I promised you."
The two boys hung colored lights on both sides, and the colorful lights suddenly emitted soft light. The robin jumped onto the bed with a whoosh, and there were cute dolls behind it.
"Thank you..." Sunday replied quietly, "If only you could stay away from my sister."
"Huh? But am I not the 'kid next door' type of good boy?" An Ming smiled with a slightly sinister look, and was met with Zhou Ri's expressionless little fist.
"You two~ I'm going to be mad!"
The robin was cutely standing with her hands on her hips. The pink bow tied around the waist of her skirt was swaying gently, and her feet in white socks were stepping hard on the soft bed.
"Did you hear me? Stop talking," Zhou Ri laughed and clapped his hands. An Ming on the side curled his lips in silence and muttered softly:
"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 softly.
"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 if it is winter or summer."
Sunday clapped unconsciously, his eyes filled with pride for his sister.
An Ming stared at the robin in a daze. The moment she opened her mouth, the world seemed to brighten up. This was clearly just a small bedroom, but at this moment it seemed like a grand concert hall.
One day, Robin will surely be able to stand on a bigger stage, and the audience will no longer be just him and Sunday.
This is the first concert of Robins, 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 take the recording of the robin's singing and spread it throughout Catchpete.
"Mockingbird, I love your song."
An Ming heard hope and happiness in the song, which was exactly the music he had been looking forward to.