320 Praise of Love (3/4)

Chapter 320: The Praise of Love (34)

It was late at night, and the little girl who was having a good time was actually not sleepy at all, and she was still in good spirits after taking a shower. If it was normal, she would have to pester her father to tell her stories.

But today, don't listen to Xixi's story. She couldn't wait to climb into the big bed, put her little butt out and put the pillows in place, then got into the quilt and covered the quilt consciously.

Yang Yi came up just after finishing the mess downstairs, and looked at her daughter with Murphy amusingly.

The little girl lay down and closed her eyes. After a while, she couldn't help but open her eyes again. She turned her head to check whether the big socks by the bed were hung up. After confirming it clearly, she was relieved.

At this time, she saw her parents who were still standing at the door and looked at her, thinking that they were worried about her, and the little girl waved her hand seriously: "Baba, Mama, good night, Xixi is going to bed!"

Yang Yi and Murphy still know the reason. Isn't the little girl looking forward to the arrival of Santa Claus?

It was still because of the lies that Murphy told Xixi to sleep, and Xixi naively thought that if she didn't fall asleep, when Santa Claus passed by in the early morning, he really wouldn't come down to give her gifts.

So she had to fall asleep early, and even if she couldn't, she had to close her eyes so that Santa would not forget her.

"Good night, baby!" Murphy said softly, she pulled Yang Yi, and the two came to the study.

On Christmas Eve, Yang Huan wisely took a bath early, and then got into his room.

"I have a present for you today!" Mo Fei pressed Yang Yi on the chair, and then took out a big box that Mo Xiaojuan brought over today. She looked at Yang Yi a little embarrassedly and said.

"Give it to me? Don't we have to wait until tomorrow to open the Christmas gifts?" Yang Yi was a little surprised, but he prepared Christmas gifts for Murphy and Xixi.

"That's a Christmas present. The holiday we're going to celebrate should be Christmas Eve." Murphy knew what Christmas Eve meant to lovers. She blushed slightly, bit her lower lip slightly, a little uneasy. She said embarrassingly, "It's the first Christmas Eve, can't you accompany me?"

If Valentine's Day is the beginning of every girl's romance, Christmas Eve is the beginning of every woman's romance.

Murphy also longed to spend Christmas Eve with his beloved. Now, he finally has one. Although his youth is gone, his desire for romance has never faded.

"Of course! Why won't I accompany you?" Yang Yi looked at Mo Fei's anxious little mood, he softened his heart, nodded in agreement, and tried hard to think what kind of Christmas Eve gift he wanted to give Mo Fei.

"You open my gift first and see if you like it or not." Murphy looked at Yang Yi expectantly. In order to prepare this gift, she put a lot of thought into it.

Yang Yi is also a little curious. Generally speaking, aren't the gifts given on Christmas Eve all apples or chocolates? What's in this big box Murphy?

Ribbons, wrappers, boxes, like onions, are peeled off layer by layer, and the gift inside reveals its shape.

Although Yang Yi had already seen it, he didn't say with surprise until he completely uncovered the last layer of film on its body: "Violin? You gave me a violin?"

This violin is very beautiful. Although it looks similar to other violins, the wood on the top is definitely top spruce that is naturally dried in the eyes of Yang Yi, an old driver.

And it is not a new violin just found in recent years. It should have been carefully cared for and maintained by people. Although it is smooth as new, the violin itself seems to exude a kind of spirituality. .

It sounds mysterious, but Yang Yi can feel it. In his previous life, he had collected a violin that was even higher than this one, spanning three or four hundred years of history. Antonio_Stradivari's violin was originally going to be buried in the warehouse of a Middle Eastern chief. , and was later stolen by Yang Yi.

Thinking about this, Yang Yi still feels a pity, since he is gone, can that precious violin still find the right person to take care of it and take care of it?

"This is last year. I was in the United States, and I occasionally bought it from a pawnshop. The original owner was a well-known violin player abroad, Steve Fan. I don't know if you have heard of it. This is his own fame. But after his illness and death, his family sold it to a pawnshop in order to repay the debt." Murphy gently stroked the violin and said softly.

Obviously, the origin is so clear that Murphy didn't have the chance to find out. She still spent a lot of money to buy this violin. When I bought it last year, Murphy bought it for herself. She also likes the violin very much. She has learned the violin and the piano since she was a child.

Because after buying it, Murphy didn't have much chance to use it, and her time was spent on her singer career.

"I know you can play the violin. The song "Long Time No See" has a violin accompaniment, but you don't have a violin that you can handle, so I want to give it to you." Murphy said a little hesitantly. She is worried that this gift is not brand new, will Yang Yi like it?

However, Murphy was right, Yang Yi didn't buy a violin for a long time, it was because he never picked one that he liked! It doesn't matter if the gift is brand new or not, what matters is Murphy's affection for Yang Yi! Her remarks really moved Yang Yi!

I saw Yang Yi put down the violin in his hand, he stood up, hugged Murphy's face on one side, and kissed it fiercely. This was a kiss without any eroticism.

When it was released, Murphy blushed like a peach, panting, and couldn't help but hammer Yang Yi's chest, both ashamed and resentful.

"You still understand me!" Yang Yi laughed, hugged her again, and said in her ear.

He really liked this gift. Murphy has known him for so long, and he has never seen Yang Yi so gaffe. But this gaffe is good, and Murphy is full of joy, feeling that he has given the most valuable gift.

After Yang Yi let go of Murphy, he put the violin on his left shoulder and casually pulled the bow a few times to try out its timbre.

Naturally, there is nothing to say about the timbre. It is not as good as the handed down work of Yang Yi's previous life, but it is also better than 90% of the violins in this world. Yang Yi is already satisfied.

"Let me pull a piece of music for you. I had the draft in my head. I saw your gift today and perfected it!" Yang Yi suddenly turned his head and said to Murphy with great interest, "I didn't give it to you. What gift are you preparing, this violin piece created for you is a Christmas Eve gift for you, okay?"

Murphy looked surprised. For her, a song written for her was better than any gift. She nodded quickly and asked happily, "What song? Is there a name?"

"Yes, it's called "Praise of Love" (Note 1)!" Yang Yi nodded.

After speaking, Yang Yi took a deep breath, immersed himself, and started his performance.

At the beginning, it is a long and beautiful melody, with a strong serenade style, delicate piano sound, full of affection, as if it is the lingering of lovers, and gradually opens this elegant picture of love.

It was the first time for Murphy to see Yang Yi play the violin, and Yang Yi did not disappoint her. Although the 1.87-meter tall man played the violin a bit funny, Murphy was fascinated by it, and played such a wonderful performance. The person with the melody is the man she loves!

After turning to Section B, the tune becomes softer, and the softness also incorporates a sad mood, but this mood is not sad, just like the sweet and sour taste of love, happiness pervades in such a melody.

Murphy listened very deeply. At this moment, in a trance, she seemed to be sitting in a wide theater, sitting under the stage, listening to Yang Yi's performance from the stage.

In the end, returning to the theme of Section A, there was another wiggling rhythm, bursting with emotion.

And the ending rhyme after the variation is meaningful, and the emotions are more complicated. The gradually slowing and lessening music sounds like the whispering of a lover, and gradually ceases in the gentle melody...

Murphy is a music lover, so she can understand Yang Yi's emotions in her performance.

Isn't the praise of love exactly the description of the love between them? Isn't love just started vigorously, operated in a tangled way, and finally gradually became dull, but is that lingering dullness?

Isn't this kind of plain love what she and he expected?

This wonderful gift is destined to ignite the wonderful Christmas Eve tonight... Without the apple, wouldn't Eve and Adam just sit face to face?

(Note 1: "A Tribute to Love", a work by Edward Elgar, I suggest everyone to listen to the version played by Josiah Bell.)