Chapter 26, wake up!

PS: Red tickets, black tickets, smash them fiercely!!!

After the kidnapping case three days ago, Wu Xinyuan was scared by Lin Feng's cruelty in the abandoned factory and is still addicted to this day. At that time, when Lin Feng pulled Wu Xinyuan away from the abandoned factory, Lin Feng's performance surprised her. Because she fled for her life, she didn't think much about it. Now she found out the seriousness of the matter. But as for what is serious, Lin Feng does not know. How did he know that all this was caused by himself?

Who is Wu Jianhao? Can his daughter still be like a rookie who has never seen the world? Do you believe it? Anyway, I don't believe it! On the contrary, Wu Jianhao not only did not let his daughter know that she was the daughter of the boss of an ocean-going transportation company, but also bought a house in an unknown community and lived an ordinary petty life. Wu Xinyuan also studied in Pudong No. 13 Middle School, and the family of three lived happily. The villa in Shimao Binjiang was bought many years ago. With today's rising house prices, their villas can be sold at a sky-high price, but does Wu Jianhao's property care about the money that can make ordinary people live for a lifetime? Obviously not!

Lin Feng looked at Wu Xinyuan sitting on the cotton pure white sofa and wore a relatively conservative white pajamas with Garfield on her chest. Lin Feng wore a pair of feet three steps away and still smelled the faint fragrance of bath lotion from the latter's body. Her long hair was like a pillar on her shoulders, her cheeks were thin, and her eyes The nest is deep, the cheekbones are towering, and a pair of eyes look forward dullly. She is not happy or angry. The little girl whose cheeks were pink, lively and lovely has now turned into a pair of skin and bones.

Looking at the latter, Lin Feng couldn't imagine that the little girl who had been in an ambiguous situation with him at that time would become like this.

"What's wrong with her?" Lin Feng said in a hoarse voice, but he couldn't suppress the depression.

"That's what happened when he came back, until now, woo~~" Luo Xiang covered his mouth and sobbed silently, and tears couldn't help sliding down the young face. How can her daughter not be sad as a parent like this?

"Have you seen a doctor?" Lin Feng walked to the latter and looked at the other party's dull appearance. He was distressed and asked softly.

"After seeing it, the doctor vaguely couldn't tell what the disease was, as if he was possessed. What should I do?" Luo Xiang sat next to his daughter, grabbed her hands and said with tears.

Lin Feng looked at the latter and frowned slightly. There must be a way. There must be a way. She kept thinking about emergency solutions in her brain, but in front of Wu Xinyuan, her mind seemed to be rusty and could not turn around. Her mind was full of the latter's thin cheeks. She walked aside and stopped looking at the latter. Suddenly, I saw a bronze piano in front of the window. The piano is very new, but if you look carefully, you will find traces of time.

Lin Feng knew that this was a special product for the Italian royal family in 1946. I didn't expect to see it here. It's really rare. By the way, Lin Feng's brain drew a clear route. I remember that the last time a little girl named Louise in Germany was similar to Wu Xinyuan's condition. Their family woke up early in order to wake her daughter Come and play her beloved piano. My father plays the piano for more than two hours every day. Yes, he plays the piano!

Lin Feng looked at the bronze piano, slowly walked to the stool and sat down, lifted the cover, and gently pressed it on the black and white keyboard, making a crisp sound. Song Yuandong stood straight by the door and looked at Lin Feng without any changes in his eyes, as if the former had taken it for granted. . Luo Xiang stopped crying and looked at the latter with tears in his eyes, showing a doubtful expression. Is he still in the mood to play the piano at this time?

"Dang~dong~~" Lin Feng's ten fingers are like ten cheerfully beating elves, flying and dancing on the black and white keyboard. The soothing, gentle and curling sound of the piano slowly floats up in her ear. No note seems to enter the bottom of her heart, but when this note flutters past you want to grab it, it floats in. In the long river of time, it will be gone forever.

At this moment, you see the vast grassland, and you are running on horseback, humming songs, driving horses, and looking at the blue sky with your beloved enthusiasm. The two looked at each other and smiled, and the horse whipped and flew by. The clouds like small sheep that pass by are like notes passing by, walking slowly, but disappearing from time to time. The broad mind is unspeakable.

For a moment, you came to the flowers again. The colorful, purple and red flowers are blooming. You are like a butterfly dancing on the flower bones, carefreely stirring up beautiful wings, walking in the endless sea of flowers, the breeze blows, and the waves ripples, showing endless fragrance.

Luo Xiang, who was originally surging and crying, suddenly calmed down when he heard this wonderful music. In a trance, he saw the existence of the man sitting in front of the piano like a god, which was vague but untouchable. It seemed to be so far and so close. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid of breaking this wonderful picture.

Song Yuandong's calm heart suddenly heard the music and showed surprise, and then calmed down again, as if nothing had been born. If this expression was seen by Lin Feng, he would have thought more.

Wu Xinyuan's dull eyes fluctuated slightly, but the fluctuated extremely weak and was completely unreachable. Luo Xiang held her daughter's hands tightly, and she herself flew in the sea of flowers and on the prairie. Suddenly, she felt her fingers move slightly. Shenyou's mood suddenly shook, and she quickly came back to look at the baby girl. Son.

"Xinyuan, is it you, Xinyuan, Xinyuan, where is your mother here..." Luo Xiang looked at his daughter's haggard face, and tears gushed out again. Wu Xinyuan's eyes were still dull, but under the dull look, there were a few fluctuations, but Luo Xiang could not see the fluctuations.

The sound of the piano is still gentle and melodious, the brown curtains fluttered in the wind, and the bright sun flashed on Lin Feng through the window, reflecting a faint layer of fluorescence on Lin Feng's original handsome face, which was so harmonious in the reflection of the navy blue suit.

"Wake up, Xinyuan woke up, wake up..." Suddenly, Luo Xiang broke this wonderful state and cried with joy, regardless of the outsiders present. He was excited and excited. All the words that can be used can be added to Luo Xiang. This is a mother's love for her child, and this is a mother's fist for her daughter. Heart.

Lin Feng stopped her ten fingers and turned her head to look at the mother and son. Wu Xinyuan turned her eyes and looked at her mother's sad face and lay in her mother's arms and cried. She was just an ordinary girl living in an ordinary family. She had an ordinary life. Seeing her mother's appearance, she also felt heartache.

"Mom--"

This long-lost voice finally reappeared in his ears. Luo Xiang immediately hugged his daughter and cried, trying to spit out the unhappiness in his heart these days. In this way, the mother and son hugged each other and burst into tears.

Lin Feng looked at the two, waved to Song Yuandong standing by the door, went out and gave the space to the mother and son.

This song played by Lin Feng is Mozart's Requiem, which is also one of Mozart's masterpieces. The creation of Requiem is extremely dramatic. In 1791, Mozart and his wife Konstance went to Prague to participate in the performance of his opera Dito's Mercy and went to Prague one day before. At night, an envoy visited Mozart's house. He asked Mozart to create a Requiem for an anonymous client and paid half of the fee in advance. The messenger wore a gray cloak, which made Mozart's disgusted. After the Mozarts returned to * at the end of August, the messenger appeared again to urge Mozart to hand in. As a result, this god-like song was created.

In fact, Lin Feng learned Requiem by chance again. Do you know music? Song Yuandong asked lightly.

"I know a little bit, but I don't understand." Lin Feng said modestly.

Lin Feng sat on the steps in front of Wu Jianhao's house, while Song Yuandong stood aside and fell into silence.

Lin Feng looked up at the latter and said with a smile, "Aren't you going to report to your boss?"

The latter glanced at Lin Feng and took out his mobile phone, "Boss, Miss is awake."

"What, wake up?!" Lin Feng heard the extremely excited voice from the receiver. The voice was so loud that Lin Feng pinched a sweat for Song Yuandong, which was too excited.

"Yes, boss." Song Yuandong's voice is still flat.

"Okay, I'll be right back. Oh, by the way, whose credit is this?" Wu Jianhao said excitedly.

"Lin Feng." Song Yuandong looked at Lin Feng and said lightly.

"Oh, okay, I'll be right back." Then hang up the phone.

Lin Feng also took out the NokiaN97 that Tang Kejia bought for him in his pocket, studied it carefully, opened the camera, and took a selfie at himself...