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Chapter 68 A near-miss performance

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    At the very moment, a black figure jumped up behind Mo Li, and quickly dragged him back to the sidewalk on the side of the street.  The tires of the taxi slipped, and after sliding forward for a certain distance, it slammed into a tree on the side of the street.

    "What's the matter with you? Why did you jump out suddenly? It's very dangerous! Are you dying?" the driver poked his head out and cursed.

    However, listening to his voice, it seems that he also drank a lot of alcohol.

    Lin Ya rushed over from across the street with her hot milk in her arms.

    "How could you leave him alone on the street?" Song Yu scolded.

    "Yes yes sorry!"

    "I don't want to hear these three words. Don't you know the condition of his eyes? Let him alone on the side of the street, what if something happens? If I don't arrive in time, he is now wandering before the gate of hell again."

    "I¡­¡­"

    Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, Lin Ya silently lowered her head, wiping her tears vigorously.

    "Why cry? There's nothing to cry. If you feel guilty, why leave Kris alone on the street."

    Song Yu was aggressive, and Lin Ya couldn't refute.  Indeed, she should have taken Mo Li to the convenience store.  If something really happened, Song Yu probably wouldn't be able to relieve her hatred if she was killed.

    "Elvis, that's enough, don't talk about her anymore. I'm tired." Mo Li kept rubbing his temples.

    After being stimulated by the strong light, his vision became more and more blurred.

    "After the performance tomorrow, I will go to the hospital with you for an examination. Let's go back now. I'm tired."

    Mo Li grabbed Lin Ya's arm and motioned for her to take him into the car.  Song Yu shut up knowingly.

    Every time Mo Li took the initiative to go to the hospital for an examination, the subtext was "don't pursue it".

    Just like last night, Qin Xiao waited at the door of the apartment with a medical kit.  He gave Mo Li acupuncture treatment, and Song Yu stayed at Mo Li's door all night.  Ji Ning accompanied Lin Ya, supervised her, and went to bed on time.

    Early the next morning, Mo Li not only voluntarily drank the medicine and ate the porridge, but also put on a blindfold in the car.  He tried his best to familiarize himself with the darkness without using his eyes.

    Mo Li's costume was an eighteen-year-old gift from Qi Yuan.  The silver-gray tuxedo, although the style is a little outdated, is still sharp and shiny.

    In the past ten years, the number of times Mo Li has worn this costume can be counted on one hand.

    Only when he was extremely disturbed would he take out this soul requiem.  While straightening Mo Li's tie, Song Yu's hands kept shaking.

    "Elvis, I'm fine! Really!" The corners of Mo Li's lips were raised 30 degrees, with a gentle and charming smile.

    Song Yu stared at his empty eyes sadly, and sighed uncontrollably, "You smile very ugly, do you know that?"

    "Impossible. This is my best smile. I have practiced many times before." Mo Li said with confidence.

    In the past, he practiced in front of the mirror thousands of times, and this is already muscle memory.  He couldn't have smiled ugly.

    "I hate it when you smile like that."

    "But, the audience likes it!" Mo Li pinched the corner of Song Yu's lips with feeling, forcing him to smile.

    "Elvis, smile, and something good will happen!"

    "What are you used to!" Song Yu said in disgust.

    "Good habit! Don't worry, the performance will be successful." Mo Li took the initiative to hug Song Yu, just like he did before every performance.

    With the lucky dress Qi Yuan gave him and Song Yu's hug, he will definitely be able to bring a wonderful performance to the audience.

    Before taking the stage, Mo Li handed the glasses to Song Yu.  The lights of the performance hall made his eyes hurt.  Even with his glasses on, he couldn't see Zal Parker's command.

    Now, the only thing he can trust is his ears, and his fingers.

    Sitting in front of the piano, Mo Li took a deep breath.  He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his ears.

    "Boom!"

    When the violin sounded, his hands were pressed on the keys.

    ? Fast, slow, turn, speed up

    Mo Li's hands flew over the keys with precision, and he closed his eyes to prevent any light from entering his eyes.  In the venue, there were whispers from the audience.

    Mo Li bit his lips irritably, this kind of interfering sound is the most maddening.

    The sound of the violin suddenly changed from four beats to three beats.  Mo Li opened his eyes suspiciously, and tried to see the silver baton floating half a meter away.  It's just that the baton merged with the dazzling lights of the concert hall.

      He can only see an outline, not the complete trajectory of movement.

    "Forget it, let's make mistakes together." Mo Li also changed the beat from four beats to three beats.  But his movements were one step slower.  There was a slight murmur in the chorus.

    Although most people couldn't hear the difference, Zar Parker noticed it.  He looked at Mo Li frequently, but found that Mo Li didn't look at his instructions.

    "It's not good!" Song Yu's palms were covered in cold sweat.  No matter how sensitive Mo Li's ears are, and no matter how fast the simultaneous music interpretation is, there will still be time delays.

    Many well-known music critics sat in the auditorium, and it is impossible for them not to notice the delay problem of Moli's playing.

    I hope that these people can be merciful and don't write Morley as useless.

    During the break, Song Yu took Lin Ya to the lounge.  Mo Li hid in the corner alone, panting heavily.  Qin Yu came to talk to him many times, but was ignored by him.

    Beads of sweat were all over his forehead.

    "Kris" As soon as Song Yu's hand touched Mo Li's shoulder, Mo Li immediately begged weakly, "Elvis, don't touch me."

    "I'll help you wipe off your sweat!"

    "No, don't touch me. Don't talk to me."

    Mo Li was like a sculpture that would break at the touch of a touch, sitting there lifeless.  He bit his lip stubbornly, as if he was struggling with something.

    Song Yu wrote a string of numbers to Lin Ya and asked her to keep typing.  It's just that the other party has been offline.

    Song Yu put a bracelet on Mo Li's left wrist. Mo Li shook his head in resistance, but he couldn't hold back Song Yu.  When he was about to take the stage, Song Yu pushed Lin Ya in front of Mo Li.

    Mo Li thought that the person in front of him was Song Yu, and gently embraced her in his arms.

    "The show will be a success!" Lin Ya said without thinking.

    "Well! It will work!" Morley repeated.  The pupils shrank violently, and the eyes were full of surprise.  Song Yu actually bullied him so he couldn't see, and played Li Daitao with him.

    "Kris, you are never alone. Don't fight alone. We are a team and believe in the strength of the team."

    Song Yu pulled Lin Ya out of Mo Li's arms, and hugged Mo Li actively, "The performance will definitely be a success."

    "Huh!" Mo Li blinked, his vision was still blurry, but he seemed to see Song Yu's confident smile.

    After making 25 calls, Lin Ya finally made the call.  Then, Mo Li's bracelet started to vibrate.  Since then, Morley's performance has never been wrong.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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