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Just before Lin Ya went berserk, Zar Parker finally declared a rest. Multiple black shadows appeared in front of Mo Li's eyes. He pretended to be innocent and leaned against the piano stand, supporting his body that was about to fall forward at any time.
"Kris, let's have dinner together!" Qin Yu brought two violinists to Mo Li's side.
Mo Li looked up, seeing darkness in front of him. Relying on his memory, he raised the corners of his lips and pulled out an indifferent smile. He has practiced this action hundreds of times, and he knows that he must be smiling charmingly now.
"Sorry, I still want to see the music score, you go to eat first."
"Kris, don't try too hard, your body will be overwhelmed."
"Well time is too tight, there is no way. I need to consolidate and consolidate while I still have impressions in my mind. My usual performance is too casual!" Mo Li picked up the pencil and the music score based on his feeling, lowered his head, Make notes in the blank spaces of the score.
Seeing that Mo Li was so serious, Qin Yu didn't force it, but the two beauties beside her sighed regretfully together.
After almost everyone in the practice room had left, Ai Wen let Lin Ya go on stage. Hearing Lin Ya's footsteps, Mo Li turned his head and smiled lightly, "I'm fine."
The eyes are empty and the eyes are dull. Beads of sweat were beading on his pale face. The fine hair covered his bright forehead, if not, seeing Mo Li's hands trembling, Lin Ya would have thought what he said was true.
"If you say these three words again, I'll send you to the hospital immediately." Lin Ya hurried to Mo Li's side. Her hand shook twice in front of his eyes. Mo Li's eyes didn't move up and down following her fingers.
"Aiwen, call the doctor." Lin Ya panicked.
Mo Li grabbed her hand and said with a gentle smile, "Girl, don't panic. I'm really fine. Rest for a while and you'll be fine."
"Ivan, if you don't want the show to open, don't tell Elvis." Mo Li smiled half-jokingly and half-threateningly.
"Then can you go back with me now? You can't continue like this!"
Lin Ya took out her mobile phone and skillfully pressed a series of numbers. Following the faint sound of buttons, Mo Li accurately dodged Lin Ya's cell phone.
"Practice at night, don't skip it. There is no time. Practice is very important."
"No matter how well you practice, if you fall down, it will be meaningless, isn't it?" Lin Ya suddenly calmed down, and Mo Li's hands were shaking. Even so, he did not put down the score and pencil.
The schedule of Moli's concert is usually set half a year in advance. Even if it is a temporary addition, it needs to be decided one month in advance.
Two months before the concert, Morley will play the repertoire that needs to be played at the concert in a loop. Even though he can play those tunes with his eyes closed, he still practices at least five hours a day.
Different atmospheres, different audiences, need to play the same score in different ways. He never believed that there is a perfect performance in this world, but at least he hopes that those who come to listen to his performance can leave good memories during that short performance.
In that limited preparation time, he forced himself to do more preparations, forced himself to challenge the limit, and forced himself to move towards perfection
Music is everything to him, higher than his life, higher than everything in the world!
"Kris, you" Lin Ya was speechless. This was the first time she called Mo Li Kris, but facing Mo Li in front of her, she could only call him Kris.
Mo Li is a warm spring without edges and corners, clear, clear, and indifferent; Kris is a frost sword with sharp edges and corners, paranoid, sharp and lovable.
"Okaywell"
Lin Ya helped Mo Li to a chair beside her, and she found eye stickers from the large and small bags Song Yu brought. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, she will forcefully post it on Mo Li.
When Mo Li had a stomachache, he could only eat liquid food. Song Yu seemed to expect that Mo Li would have this symptom, so he brought fish soup and porridge in the thermos.
However, the porridge brought by Song Yu contained a lot of Chinese herbal medicines, and Mo Li felt bitter just by smelling it.
Helpless, the sick man can only be at the mercy of others. Lin Ya forced him to take medicine and drink soup, and then fed him porridge despite his objection.
It wasn't until he ate up all the contents in the vacuum flask that Lin Ya asked him to take off the blindfold. After the symptoms of gastric colic were relieved, vision gradually recovered.
Taking off the blindfold, he gradually felt the presence of light. However, the vision is still blurred. In his eyes, the score in his hand was just black dots arranged irregularly.
Mo Li rubbed his eyes, but his eyes were foggy. Lin Ya forced her to rest for more than half an hour, the voice in her headIt's almost gone.
If he didn't write down these voices in notes, he would only practice one loneliness in the four hours in the afternoon.
"Girl, can you bring me the blind score?" Mo Li whispered in Lin Ya's ear. The intimacy of the two happened to be caught by Qin Yu.
She picked up her mobile phone and took five photos of the two of them with great interest. Feeling Mo Li's moist and hot breath, Lin Ya's face instantly turned red. She pushed Mo Li away in a panic, but she didn't dare to use force.
Morley is like a fragile glass sculpture, delicate and fragile.
"Wait. I'll get it for you!" Lin Ya murmured in a low voice. With cold hands, he gently patted his hot cheeks for physical cooling.
Among the things Song Yu brought, there was only one thing that looked like a notebook. The cover is a funny photo of Song Yu and Mo Li. However, there are no words in the notebook.
"This?" Lin Ya handed the notebook to Mo Li suspiciously.
Mo Li's hands fumbled around the paper. Then take a pencil and poke in the blank space.
"Braille?" Lin Ya suddenly covered her mouth.
Morley's eyes
Lin Ya didn't dare to think about it any further. Before everyone returned to the lounge, Mo Li asked Lin Ya to help him sit in front of the piano, and the score was still placed on the piano stand as usual.
Practice continued until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and by the end of the game, Mo Li's fingers were almost numb. In my mind, besides the melody, there is only the melody.
Aiwen sat in the auditorium and watched the whole process. Seeing that Mo Li was fine, he left at ease when the practice was coming to an end.
Song Yu secretly hid outside the door of the practice room, secretly observing Mo Li's situation with a telescope. When Ivan came out, he happened to bump into him.
"Elvis" Ai Wen slapped Song Yu with resentment.
Song Yu directly covered Aiwen's mouth, and Mo Li's ears were like sound detectors. Even with the cover of multiple instruments, he could still hear the murmur.
"Come here" Song Yu violently dragged Aiwen out of Mo Li's hearing range like dragging a dead body.
"Are you here anyway! Kris's eyes, what's the matter? Didn't you say that it has healed?"
"Sequelae. A month ago, he walked twice before the gate of hell, and the condition of his eyes deteriorated a bit."
"Then you still arrange a tour for him?"
"He is willing. His last wish is to die as a professional pianist Kris."
"You will let him die?"
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