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    Boom, boom, boom, as the last note fell, there was a burst of thunderous applause in New York's Carnegie Hall. One after another, the applauders stood up from their seats and faced the young female violinist who was playing.  Fang Tian expressed congratulations and also paid tribute to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, which accompanied her.  Twenty-four-year-old Fang Tian is the youngest daughter of Mr. Fang Yi and Ms. Zheng Yuan, who are known as one of the greatest contemporary artists. Her musical talent was discovered by her mother, a cellist, since she was a child. However, the little girl did not  Preferring the cello, I chose the violin instead.  He has won numerous awards since he started performing on stage at the age of thirteen and is known as a genius violinist!  And this performance perfectly proves this!  "Why are you crying?" Zheng Yuan, who was applauding, turned her head and saw her husband's eyes sparkling next to her. She couldn't help but whisper into her husband's ear.  Fang Yi blinked: "What nonsense are you talking about! The stage lights are too bright, it's a bit irritating to my eyes!".  Even to death, Fang Yi couldn't admit that he was watching his daughter sitting on the stage, sitting in the most famous concert hall in New York. The surrounding lights were focused on his beloved daughter. She was so focused and so quiet and indifferent. In Fang Yi's eyes,  In my heart, this is the best girl in the world, my own angel.  At this moment, under the light of the lights, Fang Yi's angel is like a myth and a dream. How can I not let myself, as a father, feel proud and moved in my heart.  Now Fang Yi wants to pick up the person next to him and tell him that this is my daughter, but unfortunately, the person next to him, Fang Yi, knows his old friend Zou Heming.  He is also his daughter's godfather.  "Why are you so shy?" Zheng Yuan said with a smile: "I'm just like you, I'm so moved that I don't know what to say!".  "Why am I so excited? Are you not the most excited? There is a child who will inherit your career? Me! Of the four money-losing sons, none of them want to engage in painting!" Fang Yi felt a little agitated when he thought of this.  Sadly, my five children all have a good foundation in painting, but my daughter is a bit behind in painting because she is learning piano.  The fourth son has a rebellious personality and likes to play pop music. He is neither good nor bad. At the age of twenty-five, let him do it first.  The most talented person is his third son.  Fang Yi originally thought that he could inherit his father's business, but this kid did nothing and went to work on sculptures.  The second son needs to be more knowledgeable.  After running a gallery, the eldest son Fang Tu went to Hollywood to make movies and became a movie director.  And it was well shot.  Last year, I came back with a statuette.  "When the boss thanked you, I saw that you were so happy that your mouth almost reached the back of your head." Zheng Yuan looked at her husband and said with a smile.  What Zheng Yuan was talking about was what Fang Yi said to the camera while sitting at home, looking at the statue, holding the statuette in his hands, and delivering a speech.  The boy picked up the statuette, waved it, and thanked a long list of words. He waited until the music started playing at the end before saying: Thank you to my father. He taught me to use art to describe my thoughts.  But instead of choosing the brush he liked, I chose the lens I liked.  Finally, he said: Dad, did I do a good job?  Then there are people in their early thirties.  He jumped and ran off the stage.  Fang Yi listened to his wife's words and smiled without saying anything.  Instead, he watched his daughter bend down and bow to thank the audience.  Fang Yi is very proud of his children in his heart. Even his fourth son who plays pop music, Fang Yi is also proud. For important performances, he will definitely go to the scene to support them.  Now Fang Yi is thanking the woman beside him from the bottom of his heart. She gave birth to these children and raised them all very well!  Thinking of this, Fang Yi stretched out his arms to hold Zheng Yuan in his arms, and then kissed his wife affectionately on the top of her head. This scene was immediately recorded by the broadcasters and videographers.  As soon as the concert ended, Fang Yi and his wife returned to their home in Los Angeles and made step-by-step preparations to continue living their peaceful lives.  Now Fang Yi still spends the same amount of time in the studio as before, but he produces fewer paintings.  Among the friends Fang Yi knows now, only one person has passed away. He is not the eldest Bobile, but Rude. His body has been hollowed out by his long life of drinking and sex. When he was fifty-four years old, he faced  With a smile and a wine bottle in one hand, he passed away intact.  As for Popile, he is just like an old turtle. He seems to be angry with someone and survives a hundred years. He lives very strong.  Everyone else is fine, but it's a little inconvenient to come to France from China.  The day after returning from New York, Fang Yi was painting in his studio.  "Dad!" Fang Si, the fourth son, opened the studio door and ran into his father's studio.  Fang Yi glanced at his son: "What's going on?"  "Dad! Mr. Popile"Born!  "Fang Si said to his father. As a son, Fang Si naturally knows that his father and Popile, who are jointly known as the two greatest artists in the world, also know the relationship between the two. They are not enemies.  Feiyou was very surprised, but knew that his father would be sad when he heard the news. Just like Fang Si thought, Fang Yi had a look of pain on his face after hearing the news, and he paused for a while before facing him.  Erle asked: "When?  ". "An hour ago!  He left before reaching the hospital!  "Fang Si told the news he knew. "Go out, I'll be alone for a while!"  "Fang Yi waved to his son and walked straight to a chair and sat down. As soon as Fang Yi sat here, he sat until dinner time. After eating a little something, he returned to the studio again. This time it was not painting.  Painting, instead of being in a daze, I started to write condolences to Popile. I wrote and rewritten it, and it took six or seven hours to write three to four hundred words of condolences. It was already three o'clock in the night when Fang Yi was waiting to finish it.  The scraps of typewriter manuscripts were thrown on the floor of the studio. After folding the condolences, Fang Yi went directly back to the bedroom to rest. In the morning, Fang Yi handed the condolences he had written to his assistant, and then ate breakfast.  While looking at today¡¯s newspapers, all the art newspapers reported the news of Popile¡¯s death on the front page. The cover of the latest issue of British Art Review was: Stars Falling - the most shining star in the European art sky.  The death of a star! As for the title "Gemini is no more", you can see it in almost every art magazine, and most of the popular media also mentioned Bobile's death, and the president of France immediately expressed his condolences.  At the same time, he said that he would hold the most grand funeral for Bobil, a great artist. Fang Yi looked at the photos of Bobil in the newspaper. They were all in their sixties, some with a pipe in their mouth, and some with him.  The granddaughter rode the rocking horse together. In short, now everyone has forgotten Bobil¡¯s bad temper. The great artist Bobil left the world and ascended to heaven in the long media report. Fang Yi didn¡¯t know what was pressing his mouth.  It¡¯s not possible to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, but let¡¯s just pretend that he did! Bobile passed away, and everyone said: The superstar has fallen! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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