"You seem to be afraid of me?" Li Yu noticed the fear in Feng Yi's eyes again.

"No...I didn't..." Feng Yi's eyes dissipated, and he said after a moment of silence: "Are you a human or a ghost? Are you asking me to see these messy things..."

"The Supreme Heavenly Lord, I am naturally a human... And layman, do you want to be a human or a ghost?" Li Yu paused: "Don't become a ghost who disobeys his original intention..."

"You let me see what the meaning of these things now!" Feng Yi said excitedly: "I was abducted by human traffickers. Later, the human traffickers were arrested in the middle of the way, and then adopted by my current parents. I grew up healthily. I received fatherly love and motherly love at all, no less than my biological parents. If you bring her in front of me now, it will only disturb my life..."

"Of course I don't want your biological mother to disturb your life. I just want you to know that she has never abandoned you since the beginning... The choice lies in you. Whether you recognize each other or disagree, it makes sense." Li Yu's figure gradually became illusory, and she said: "People who disobey their original intentions will never play a good piano sound because they can't even face their own feelings..."

"I'm afraid of disappointment from adoptive parents? I want to recognize each other but I'm afraid of losing the love of my adoptive parents and the superior life they bring? Your piano sound will be so chaotic, which means that your heart is already chaotic... If you're a stalwart thinking about your biological mother, it doesn't matter, your heart will not be chaotic."

As he said that, Li Yu's figure dissipated.

The illusion continues.

Feng Yi saw it, and saw Ding Lian crying hysterically because of the loss of her son.

The painful voice made Feng Yi unable to bear to listen, and his conscience was being hit hard.

"Stop crying, stop howling...Don't...I beg you...I really beg you..."

Time passes very slowly in the illusion.

In a month, Ding Lian's husband and Feng Yi's biological father passed away, and the small house was left with only an empty person.

On the last day of this month, Ding Lian embarked on a journey to find her son.

A piece of vegetarian steamed bun, a pack of pickles, and two eggs are everything you bring when you go out.

Every minute and every second, Feng Yi empathized with his mother and lived his life with his mother in the illusion.

one day.

One month.

One year.

ten years.

Take photos, visit along the way, search for hope and harvest despair.

Rely on picking up trash to make a living.

Feng Yi only watched this for ten years. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from this illusion. He could only watch everything happening in front of him silently.

Watching her mother in an unincarnated form tortured by illness and pain in order to find her rapid aging.

"Why didn't she give up? I live a happy life, why didn't she give up?"

Feng Yi recalled the past ten years of his life and could indeed be called happiness.

A wealthy family full of books, a harmonious family atmosphere, everything is so beautiful...

You don’t have to count how much chocolate that costs thirty yuan can be eaten without calculating the fingers.

You don’t have to eat pickled buns in this meal. The next meal is only steamed buns. You can eat exquisite and excellent meat and vegetables every meal. You can go out for travel once a year, travel abroad, and travel domestically.

You can learn many skills that people cannot access, such as guqin, such as good private schools, and get the best teachers' education.

It’s something that Ding Lian can’t buy even if she tries to thread a needle and thread a piece of paper. Some things cannot be obtained by working hard.

Switch back and forth between the scenes in the mind and the scenes in front of you.

On one hand, I am my own happiness, and on the other hand, I am struggling to find my own Ding Lian.

Day after day, year after year, the same thing is repeated.

Without any discouragement, the faith in searching is supporting her body and her soul.

"I must find him, it's all because of my fault that he got lost. Is he very cold now, is he very hungry, is he not full of food, is he wandering outside? Is it very bitter..." Ding Lian murmured while gnawing on the cold noodles steamed buns.

No matter how hard he is, Feng Yi cannot remain indifferent to this.

There is a strong impulse in my heart that is surging and surging...

"mom..."

...

When he woke up again, Feng Yi found that he was already in tears.

A dream of ten years, only five minutes have passed here.

The ice and snow are changing, and the four seasons have accompanied Ding Lian through ten years of life.

In the bridge cave, under the tree cave, in the alley.

The neon lights of the venue, elegant and clean decorations.

It feels like a dream.

Also burst into tears, there were the judges and audiences in the audience.

"What's the name of this song..." The old judge just now wiped his tears and said, "I have never heard such a beautiful song before... Which celebrity played it?"

"Yes, it seems that all the ups and downs of years have been played out, and the taste is indescribable... As expected, the guqin is the best instrument to express emotions..."

"What I created this song must be a wise man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. He saw through it, saw through it, but still persisted, and was simply a divine song."

"What's the name of this song? This song will definitely become famous..."

Feng Yicai discovered that there were traces of playing the guqin on his hands and marks of plucking nylon strings with his fingertips.

The song played in my dream ten years.

It is done unconsciously.

I played a song that I played with ten years of emotions in the fantasy.

Have you really played a song that has feelings?

In subconsciously?

"This song... has no name." Feng Yi murmured: "No, it has a name..."

Everyone was looking forward to it, hoping that Feng Yi could name the song, which was created by a celebrity.

Feng Yi staggered and stood up and murmured.

"The name and creator of this song are called Ding Lian."

Feng Yi's words made everyone confused.

"Who is Ding Lian? Are you a new guqin guy? Why... I don't seem to have heard of this name before." The old judge asked puzzledly, searching his head, but he didn't expect the guqin master named Ding Lian.

At this time, Feng Yi said with a complicated look on his face.

"She is not a guqin master. She may not even understand music. Maybe it's a woman who you see and don't even look at her right eyes. She... is just a poor person who has been looking for her child for more than ten years..."

At this time, Feng Yi bowed to the venue and said, "Sorry, I have to do some things..."
Chapter completed!