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Lin Ya actually found Mo Li's handwritten diary among the piles of materials that Kamiya stuffed. The diary dates come and go. The first date was about ten years ago; the last date was three years ago.
Before the age of twelve, Morley was what people called a problem child. Then, he escaped from home and met Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan took him to the orphanage and taught him to play the piano. In just five years, he played from scratch to the champion of the youth group of the National Piano Competition. Li Jiaxu, who was born in a pianist family, and Pei Yi, the favorite to win the championship, became the focus of everyone's attention.
After Qi Yuan's death, he came to Canada according to Qi Yuan's arrangement, signed lp.music, participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition, and won the first prize in one fell swoop.
That competition made him famous, and almost overnight, kris.mo became synonymous with the birth of geniuses and the counterattack of ordinary people. Afterwards, Kris won the championship of three international piano competitions one after another.
At the time of fame, he joined the Xiao Lin Aier Orchestra led by Ai Wen, which was on the verge of disbandment. Three years later, the Shoreline Orchestra swept North America with its unique and innovative classical music.
? At the time when the Xiao Lin Aier Orchestra was at its peak, Mo Li retreated bravely and restarted the piano solo tour. Even if it is a one-man concert, Morley's changeable style of music, and his unconventional and casual performance still make him active under the flashlight.
No matter how tired he was, the corners of Mo Li's lips were always upturned. He never cried tired, and he never cried tired.
During the performance, no matter what the organizer asked, he would accept it all. He never refuses, and only surprises everyone with the results.
Everyone who has worked with him praises him as a genius.
No one has ever cared about the days behind the word "genius", those days when you couldn't sleep at night and practiced the piano until your fingers were numb.
He is used to smiling, he is used to sadness, he is used to giving, he is used to people taking it for granted that he will not be in pain
After the car accident, the songs he composed were all sad. People only thought that he had new inspiration and the album had a new selling point!
When he couldn't sit up completely, the senior management of the brokerage company forced him to write the score. He couldn't move his hands, so they found a reliable musician to record the notes Morley hummed.
During the period when he should rest the most, he was forced to write scores, compose lyrics, and change songs.
In the eyes of the company's top management, he is not a patient, but a machine that produces hit works. Even some of the songs didn't have his name on them.
Song Yu fought desperately, but he didn't block those injuries for him.
After the operation, less than three months later, he was wheeled into the practice room. Sitting in front of the piano, his fingers were too stiff to move. The doctor said it was a psychological problem.
The company's senior management forced him to take medicine. Song Yu took people to the company to make a fuss three times. Finally, the company's senior management forced him to perform on stage. Let him let the music live without any notice.
In order not to open the skylight, before going on stage, he cut his arm about ten centimeters long. The pain allowed his hands to fly freely on the keys without being controlled by his brain.
By the time the song was over, his costume was all stained with blood. As soon as he was on stage, he fainted and was sent to the hospital for a blood transfusion.
For the next two months after that, whenever there was a show, he did it. The wounds he scratched became deeper each time. Song Yu got scared later, and put away all the sharp objects in his room.
In order to buy him a short break, Song Yu even drove a car to bump into the big boss of pl.music, and disclosed the company's information to the rival company, causing the company to fall into internal strife again.
But even if he didn't have to deal with the performance anymore, he had no will to survive at that time. He started drinking, smoking, disappearing
Every time Song Yu found him, he was dying and about to lose consciousness
The more she read, the more Lin Ya's heart trembled.
The pain is only tormenting his body; the most unbearable thing is the persecution of those people with evil intentions
He is so gentle, but he has not been treated kindly by this world!
How unfair is this world?
Before she knew it, Lin Ya turned to the last page of the notebook. The paper on it was torn in half. On the left page was written, "Really, really, really, I really want to sleep forever without waking up. I'm really, really tired!"
On the paper, the handwriting was scrawled. The black ink was stained with blood.
"Tick tock!"
Lin Ya suddenly discovered that there was something cold coming from her eyes.? popped out and landed on the scrawled handwriting.
"Little girl, can you stop crying? When Kris went through these things, he didn't shed a single tear. Why are you crying for him?"
A blue-eyed man in a white coat, with his legs crossed, leaned lazily on the edge of the door. He raised his hand and shook it left and right twice, as a greeting to Lin Ya.
"Kamia, Elvis just asked you to tell her about Kris' condition. How did you find out all of Kris' old almanacs?"
Looking at the various notebooks and medical records scattered around the room, Garrison rested his forehead and sighed irritably. This aunt almost demolished the file room.
"Little girl, listen up. In front of Kris, don't say what you shouldn't say; don't shed tears that shouldn't be shed. Kris, I don't want others to shed tears for him. Bad luck!"
With a wave of Garrison's hand, all the materials that Kamia spent a long time finding were put into the box by him, and then sealed in the cabinet.
"Garrison, what are you doing. She doesn't know the situation, so how can she prescribe the right medicine?"
Kamiya slapped the table angrily. Garrison grabbed her wrist with a smirk, rubbed her palm twice, and then suddenly exerted force, causing Kamia to yell out in pain.
"Garrison"
"Kamia, are you stupid!" Garrison conveniently put a bulky notebook on Kamia's head.
"If Kris can really let go of the past, he will say it himself. You don't need to give this girl a spoiler."
Those materials and files, all recorded, belonged to Kris's grief. But looking at Mo Li now, who can connect him with those tragic pasts.
People, I are deliberately dusting off that unbearable memory. Do these outsiders need to spray medicine on other people's wounds?
Although, if you sprinkle medicine on the wound, the wound will scab and heal faster!
It's just that, after waiting for three years, do you still care about this hour and a half?
"What you saw today, forget it when you leave this door. Don't look at Kris with pitiful eyes, he is not pitiful, and he doesn't need to be pitiful. He didn't face those painful days alone, and now No, so don't cry for what happened to him, and don't let him realize that you are crying for him." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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