Chapter 1011: A stunning hit

"Ruyi!"

Ye Zixuan pushed the crowd away and rushed out, but saw Ruyi having already pulled a long distance and left a back on the corner mountain road down the mountain. He hurriedly passed through the gaps near the tourists watching the fun and chased Ruyi, who was gradually moving away. He didn't understand why Ruyi said that he didn't know him, was he admitting the wrong person? He lost his memory? Or did she not want to face herself.

His feelings for Ruyi have always been complicated, but he can always control it, especially when Ruyi left and could feel the latter's struggle, Ye Zixuan knew that the two of them would be difficult to get in touch, but it was still a bit difficult to accept Ruyi's response. If she told Lin Ruru's stranger openly, Ye Zixuan would definitely respect her choice not to get close.

But the sentence he didn't recognize made him worry because this was not Ruyi's personality, so he wanted to find out what was going on.

"Ruyi!"

Ye Zixuan chased to the corner of the mountain at a very fast speed, but saw Ruyi disappearing, and only a faint fragrance remained in the air. What made Ye Zixuan frown was that there was no longer the smell of sandalwood from the past in this faint fragrance. He wondered if he had really recognized the wrong person? But that face and temperament were really Ruyi that he was familiar with.

This made Ye Zixuan even more want to find out. He turned his head and shouted at Tang Xueyi, asking him and the children of Ye Gong to drive to the foot of the mountain to wait for him. He chased the trail for a while to see how he could catch up with the confusing Ruyi. Tang Xueyi waved his hand and asked the children of Ye Gong to drive forward, and he followed Ye Zixuan and searched the foot of the mountain together.

Today seems to be a good day. There are many pilgrims in Wong Tai Sin Temple. Although the sun has set, there are still many people coming and going on the road. Not only does Ye Zixuan move forward, but he is also confused. Ye Zixuan chases him to the foot of the mountain without seeing Ruyi. There are many tourists in his sight, but there are only Ruyi that he wants to find.

However, he could vaguely feel the other person's aura.

"Mr. Ye, she should be Ruyi."

At this time, Ye Zixuan and the others were already at the entrance to the mountain. Tang Xueyi looked around and glanced over the fountain square in front of her and whispered: "She still deliberately avoids you, otherwise with our foot strength and speed, she would definitely catch up with anyone walking steadily. Only she deliberately avoids us, so she can't find anyone here."

Ye Zixuan pulled open a collar and exhaled a sigh of relief. He deeply agreed with Tang Xueyi's point of view. If the woman was not Ruyi, she would not have walked so fast and so secretly. It seems that Ruyi really didn't want to get close to her, so she didn't know him. A hint of melancholy passed through his heart, but she also let go of her worries.

This means that Ruyi has not lost her memory, nothing happened, and she just wants to distance herself.

He murmured to himself: "It's fine."

Tang Xueyi looked around again, but still found no traces of Ruyi, so she spoke to Ye Zixuan: "Mr. Ye, she has made a lot of effort and deliberately avoids you. You can't find her today. Let's go back to the entrance of Hong Kong first and ask Feng to arrange for people to search in secret. When there are traces of her, you will appear in front of her and ask clearly."

Hearing Tang Xueyi's words, Ye Zixuan shook his head gently, and then his voice came out calmly: "No need, you need to recognize each other. I just recognized each other. She deliberately avoided me. She must have her concerns and difficulties. Is it a big deal to send someone to her? Or do you want to follow her wishes? It's just that it's fine. I hope she can be happy."

At the end, his eyes paused in front of him. It was a roadside piano with unique decoration. One of the street art and culture that has emerged recently in Hong Kong. The government and the people placed thirty-six pianos on the streets or attractions of Hong Kong, with the purpose of making everyone affordable pianos. There is also a square at the foot of the mountain.

Tang Xueyi turned his head slightly: "Mr. Ye, the convoy is here, let's go."

Ye Zixuan patted his shoulder and said softly: "Let your brothers wait for me for a few minutes." Then, he walked towards the white piano. A young man with long hair was playing a classical song fluently while shooting several mobile phones, winning applause from many passers-by. The young man with long hair also looked proud and stood up and waved to everyone.

Ye Zixuan walked to the piano, waiting for the young man with long hair to leave, and said softly: "Thank you!"

Before the long-haired young man could enjoy the cheers of passers-by, he was disturbed by Ye Zixuan, an uninvited guest, and he messed up several good shots. He felt a little unhappy and felt that Ye Zixuan had weakened the limelight. When he heard what Ye Zixuan said was not Cantonese, his eyes were filled with contempt and he snorted: "This is a piano, can you play it?"

"Roadside pianos do not mean street stall goods. They are very expensive, so don't break them."

Then he added: "Do you know what a roadside piano is?"

Several beautiful girls photographed subconsciously covered their mouths and smiled, as if they believed that Ye Zixuan must be ugly.

Ye Zixuan raised his head slightly and spoke without being humble and arrogant: "The roadside piano was initiated by British artist Luke Ram. It is a global urban charity piano event. The concept is - a piano that everyone can play. Since 2008, there have been 51 cities around the world and more than 9 million passers-by have participated in this piano feast."

"I can sit here no matter whether I can play the piano or not."

The young man with long hair was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Ye Zixuan knew a lot and wanted to say something else and was worried about making a fool of himself. After all, this was not his own piano. He looked unwilling to retreat aside and squeezed out: "Okay, I'll just watch you play. It doesn't matter if you can't play it. Don't break the piano, because there are still many passers-by who want to use it,"

"You have snatched the house and grabbed the milk powder, and now you are going to snatch the piano. It's really an inextinguishable locust,,,,,"

Before the long-haired young man finished speaking, he captured Ye Zixuan's cold and sharp eyes, which attracted the soul. He couldn't help but tremble. He subconsciously shut up and dared not say much. Then he was angry and retreated aside, and talked to many passers-by who gathered over, intentionally or unintentionally ridiculing Ye Zixuan to repay the unhappiness that Ye Zixuan brought to him.

Several girls also pointed and showed an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Ye Zixuan ignored their gaze. To this day, these people's words could no longer hurt him. He just looked around the buildings and crowds around him. He could feel the breath of clothes, raised his head, without any nonsense, put his hands on the piano, and drew a pleasant note, like flowing light, passing through everyone's hearts in the audience.

Then, Ye Zixuan hummed with a little sadness:

"Mom sat in front of the door, humming the flowers and the boy. Although it was a long time since I was around, I remember her tears, those dark times, those persistence and panic."

"At the door before leaving, my mother looked at me and said, life is not only about the misery in front of us, but also about poetry and the fields in the distance,,,,,,,"

"She sat opposite me, lowered her head and said goodbye. Although many years have passed, I remember her tears, those laughing times, those vows and dreams."

This is a literary and teenage song that was popular on major song lists half a year ago. The original singer is already touching enough. Ye Zixuan sang it, and it even made a weak point and gathered many people to get close.

Ye Zixuan is full of sad and lonely sounds, which fall together with the rhythm of the piano, and then turns into a soft bass to sublimate. Every word reflects the jumping black and white piano blocks, resonating with the gloomy, fascinating voice, a faint sad loneliness and strength, ups and downs, but releases.

Dozens of people on the roadside were quiet, pricking up their ears to listen, as if listening to a farewell concert.

The young man with a disdainful look had stopped talking to several beautiful girls. He was addicted to Ye Zixuan's inspirational and affectionate singing, and a shock that he didn't even know about him appeared in his eyes. Although he was on the side of the road and there were still a lot of noises, he felt that he was in the palace and his cheeks became hot involuntarily.

Master level!

"On the street where we broke up, she hugged me and said, life is not only about the misery in front of us, but also about poetry and the fields in the distance."

"You came to the world with bare hands and did not do anything to find that sea,"

After Ye Zixuan fell the last note, dozens of people heard thunderous applause, each of them was very excited and sincerely admired.

"It sounds good, let's have another song, let's have another song."

"It sounds so nice, so handsome! It's over, I'm completely in love with him, what should I do?"

"Oh my God, when will I be as talented as him?"

The charm of music is indeed easy to infect people. Passers-by, regardless of gender, all of them are staring at each other and constantly applauding at Ye Zixuan. They all feel that they have just heard a concert that is not inferior to big singers, and they are shouting for another song. Ye Zixuan got up, bowed slightly to everyone, and then took Tang Xueyi and the others into the car and left.

Almost as the convoy had just disappeared, a figure flashed out from the rockery behind the fountain, covering his mouth with his left hand and his shoulders kept twitching.

Tears were bursting.

Thirty minutes later, in a tea room in Huahai, Ye Qingshui's mobile phone vibrated slightly. When he opened it, he saw an email and pointed it out. It was Ye Zixuan's singing on the street.

She listened quietly for a moment, raised a smile on her pretty face, and then pushed it to a middle-aged woman opposite: "Director Guo, this is my brother."

"Listen, can he sign up in line and participate in the Voice of China?"
Chapter completed!