Seeing that Li Wenyin seemed to have nothing to do, Li's mother immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting beside Li Wenyin's bed, sighed, and asked Li Wenyin gently.

"Wenyin, what's wrong with you...? I heard from your teacher Wang that you were crazy on the stage... but you scared us."

Li Wenyin's face turned green slightly.

"...Mom, don't ask."

When was the last time I called my mother in my memory?

Although it combines memory and skills.

But in Li Wenyin's opinion, the experiences of this world in the first seventeen years have no sense of immersion and even a little unfamiliar to myself now.

It has been... almost fifteen or sixteen years... I haven't called me mom anymore.

The atmosphere gradually became silent.

As if he had made some decision, Li's mother gently patted Li Wenyin's head with a hint of apology on her face.

"Wenyin, your father and I also thought about it. The persecution against you is a bit strict, but you have to understand that your father and I want to do it for your own good..."

"Mom, I know!"

Li Wenyin nodded heavily.

"I also know what you and Dad expect from me, and I will do it, but I still hope that I can pursue what I really like. I also want you to give me a chance to take responsibility for my future."

This sentence is said very seriously.

Li's mother was slightly stunned, and then nodded with a complicated expression.

"Child, but I also hope that you can listen more or less to our words, and your parents won't harm you... Look at those who are playing rap and dance street dance, who are they? It's not that my mother looks at people with tinted glasses, but this circle is really too messy, and we are afraid that you will suffer."

Li Wenyin's heart trembled for a moment, and she was moved to her heart silently.

To be honest, there is really no way to refute this sentence.

The young people in the hip-hop circle in this world are simply too capable.

Post the news from time to time.

All negative.

How can this prevent parents from worrying?

Li's mother didn't say much.

Late at night, Li Wenyin lay down on the bed, feeling a little confused about her future life.

I took this opportunity to take a leave to prepare for the art exam and stay away from the school for the time being.

Too shameful.

Is it okay to take off your pants on the stage?

If it really comes to that point, the nature of urban legends may have changed.

......

I carefully examined the skills I now have and the gift packages I sent to myself by the system.

Amid several flashes of white light, a round soft plastic bottle with a slender tube appeared in the hand.

Li Wenyin's face twitched a few times.

Open the dew.

Why is there such a thing in a gift bag for beginners?

Could it be any magical effect?

After carefully looking at it, Li Wenyin shook her head and shook the urge to use it away.

If only I could put it back, what would it be like to bring your own pills at home?

As soon as the thought came here, the magical white light flashed again, Kaisailu disappeared from his hand, and returned to the system backpack again.

woc!

An unexpected joy!

Although this system looks quite low, it can at least have a storage space.

Open the books distributed in the novice gift package.

A stream of information is transmitted into the mind.

His brain suddenly became extremely cool, and Li Wenyin suddenly felt enlightened.

......

But it seems useless.

I didn't have more knowledge after opening the book for no reason.

What about skills and experience books?

After trying to drag the skill points, most of the items suddenly turned black, while "Junior Arrangement", "Junior Singing" and "Audio and Video Editing" light up.

Let's just click...

These three skills were immediately added to the dense skill tree.

I tried the same method...

Sure enough, with the use of experience books, the relevant knowledge became clearer in my mind.

So what's going on with this driving range?

“Do you use it?”

"yes!"

A wave of dizziness came and when his consciousness was awake again, Li Wenyin came to a blank enclosed space.

There is a piano in a corner of the space, and a violin is covered with a horizontal radius. On the side of the space is a large mirror in the dance studio, there is a leg-pressing bar on the side of the mirror, and there is a speaker in another corner. Next to the speaker is a lot of unknown electronic devices, and there is a computer on it.

It's amazing!

Li Wenyin looked around curiously.

And at the top of the ceiling, an electronic clock that was counting down suddenly appeared.

【0:59:57】

I understand a little.

This should be a dedicated practice space.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

Although it has completely integrated two-life skills, the serious attempt is still the first time.

Picking up the violin covered by the piano, Li Wenyin's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, and some past events hidden deep in memory were evoked.

The rosin has been applied to the bow of the piano, and the pitch has been adjusted to the best.

The texture of this violin is almost exactly the same as that of Li Wenyin himself in his previous life.

That was when I was a child, before my parents had an accident. When I was eleven or twelve, my mother gave me a handmade piano, which was also... the twenty-eight-year-old myself, the only mother's relics in my hand.

At that time, the adult piano of 4/4 was a bit too big.

This piano in the space is almost no different from that piano.

His mood was a little agitated, and Li Wenyin put his shoulders in his arms and clamped the piano on his left cheek.

In my memory, the most unforgettable music sounded a little staggeringly.

Mr. Ma Sicong's "Homesickness Song".

When I was very young, this was just a must-practice rating song on the road to violin learning.

At that time, I was young and didn't know how to feel sad.

At this time, Li Wenyin picked up the piano again, and the music of faint grief and sorrow spreading sounded. Li Wenyin's eyes were filled with tears at some point.

In a strange world, strange encounters, it is difficult for Li Wenyin to find a sense of belonging in a short period of time.

vent!

Through this music, all sorrow, discomfort and nostalgia are poured out.

The sound of the piano gradually became full of tension and hope.

yes!

Sorrow will always pass!

A gentle twist.

The "Haibin Yin Poem" written by Mr. Qin Yongcheng sounded.
To be continued...