It was late at night, but the little girl, who was having a good time, was not sleepy at all. She had just taken a bath and was still in high spirits. If it were any other day, she would have pestered her father to tell her stories.
But today, Xi Xi did not want to listen to stories. She could not wait to climb onto the big bed, put the pillow on the bed, and then got into bed and covered herself with the quilt.
Yang Yi had just finished cleaning up the mess downstairs and came upstairs. He and Murphy looked at their daughter with amusement.
The little girl lay down and closed her eyes. After a while, she could not help but open her eyes and turn her head to make sure the big socks were hung up properly. She was not relieved until she was sure.
At this time, she saw her parents standing at the door and looking at her. She thought her parents were worried about her, so she waved her hand seriously and said, "Papa, Mom, good night. Xi Xi is going to sleep!"
Yang Yi and Murphy knew the reason. The little girl was looking forward to the arrival of Santa Claus.
It was still because of the lie that Mo Fei told Xixi in order to make her sleep. Xixi naively thought that if she didn't fall asleep, then when Santa Claus passed by in the early morning, he really wouldn't come down to give her a gift.
So she had to go to sleep early. Even if she could not fall asleep, she had to close her eyes so that Santa Claus would not forget her.
"Good night, baby!" Murphy said softly. She pulled Yang Yi and the two went to the study.
On Christmas Eve, Yang Huan took an early shower and went to her room.
"I have a present for you today!" Murphy pressed Yang Yi down on the chair, and then took out a big box that Mo Xiaojuan brought over today. She looked at Yang Yi and said embarrassedly.
"For me? Aren't Christmas presents supposed to be opened together tomorrow? "Yang Yi was a little surprised. He had prepared Christmas presents for both Murphy and Xi Xi.
"That's a Christmas gift. The holiday we're going to celebrate should be Christmas Eve." Mo Fei knew what Christmas Eve meant to lovers. She blushed slightly, bit her lower lip gently, and said embarrassedly, "It's my first time celebrating Christmas Eve, can't you accompany me?"
If Valentine's Day was the beginning of every girl's romance, then Christmas Eve was the beginning of every woman's romance.
Murphy also longed to spend Christmas Eve with her beloved. Now, there is finally one. Although she is no longer young, her desire for romance has not faded.
"Of course! Why wouldn't he accompany you? " Yang Yi looked at Murphy's anxious mood, and his heart softened. He nodded and agreed, while trying to think of what kind of Christmas Eve gift to Murphy.
"Open my present first and see if you like it." Murphy looked at Yang Yi expectantly. She had put in a lot of effort to prepare this present.
Yang Yi was also a little curious. Generally speaking, weren't Christmas Eve gifts Apple or chocolate? What was in Murphy's big box?
The ribbons, wrapping paper, and box were peeled off layer by layer like an onion, and the shape of the gift inside was revealed.
Although Yang Yi had already roughly seen it, it was not until the last layer of film was completely uncovered that he said with some surprise, "Violin? You're giving me a violin? "
This violin was very beautiful. Although it looked similar to other violins, the wood of its panel, in the eyes of Yang Yi, was definitely the top naturally air-dried spruce.
Moreover, it was not a new violin that was just found in recent years. It should have been carefully cared for and maintained. Although it was as smooth as new, the violin itself seemed to exude a kind of spirituality, a musical charm that had settled down after being played for a long time.
It sounded very mysterious, but Yang Yi could feel that in his previous life, he had collected a violin that was even better than this one. It spanned three to four hundred years of history. Antonio Stradivari's violin was originally going to be buried in the warehouse of a Middle Eastern tribal chief, but it was stolen by Yang Yi later.
Thinking about it, Yang Yi still felt that it was a pity. If he was no longer around, could that precious violin still find a suitable person to love and care for it?
"Last year, when I was in the United States, I accidentally bought it from a pawnshop merchant. The original owner was a very famous violin player abroad, Steve Van. I don't know if you have heard of him, but this is the instrument that he became famous for, but after he died of illness, his family sold it to the pawnshop in order to pay off the debt." Murphy gently stroked the violin and said softly.
Obviously, with such a clear origin, Murphy did not have the opportunity to pick up a bargain. She still spent a lot of money to buy this violin. When she bought it last year, Murphy bought it for herself. She also likes the violin very much. She has been learning the violin and piano since she was a child. However, in her hands, this violin was still a bit of a waste.
Because after buying it back, Murphy did not have much opportunity to use it. She spent all her time on her career as a singer.
"I know you can play the violin. The song 'Long Time No See' has a violin accompaniment, but you don't have a suitable violin, so I want to give it to you." Murphy said with some apprehension. She was worried that this gift was not brand new. Would Yang Yi like it?
However, Murphy was right. Yang Yi did not buy a violin for a long time because he had not chosen a satisfactory one! It did not matter whether the gift was brand new or not. What was important was Murphy's feelings for Yang Yi! Her words really touched Yang Yi!
Yang Yi put down the violin in his hand. He stood up, hugged Murphy's face, and kissed her fiercely. This was a kiss that was not mixed with any eroticism. The kiss was very forceful and affectionate.
When he let go, Murphy's face was as red as a peach. She was panting and couldn't help but hit Yang Yi's chest. She was shy and reproachful.
"You know me well!" Yang Yi laughed, hugged her in his arms, and said in her ear.
He really liked this gift. Murphy had known Yang Yi for so long. She had never seen Yang Yi lose his self-control like this. But this kind of loss of self-control was good. Murphy was also full of joy. She felt that she had 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 test its tone.
Naturally, there was nothing to say about the timbre. It was not as good as Yang Yi's masterpiece from his previous life, but it was still better than 90% of the violins in the world. Yang Yi was already satisfied.
"I'll play a song for you. I originally had a draft in my mind. Today, when I saw your gift, I perfected it!" Yang Yi suddenly turned his head and excitedly said to Murphy, "I didn't prepare any gift for you. This violin song I composed for you is a Christmas Eve gift for you, okay?"
Murphy was pleasantly surprised. For her, a song composed for her was better than any gift. She quickly nodded and happily asked, "What song is it? Do you have a name? "
"Yes, it's called" Praise of Love "(Note 1)!" Yang Yi nodded.
With that, Yang Yi took a deep breath, immersed himself, and began his performance.
At the beginning, it was a long and beautiful melody, with a strong serenade style. The delicate sound of the violin was full of affection, as if it was a lover's entanglement, gradually opening this elegant picture of love.
It was the first time Murphy saw Yang Yi play the violin. Yang Yi did not let her down. Although the appearance of a 1.87 meter tall man playing the violin was somewhat funny, Murphy was intoxicated. The person who played such a beautiful melody was her beloved man!
After entering the B-section, the melody became softer, and there was a melancholy mood in the softness. However, this mood was not sad. It was like the sweet and sour taste of love. Happiness spread out in this melody.
Murphy listened attentively. At this moment, she was in a trance, as if she was sitting in a wide theater, sitting below the stage, listening to Yang Yi's performance on the stage.
Finally, back to the theme of the A section, there was a big twist, and the mood burst.
And after the change, the rhythm was meaningful, and the mood became more and more complicated. The music gradually slowed down and lightened, like a lover's whisper, gradually stopped in the gentle melody …
Murphy was a person who loved music. She naturally understood the feelings that Yang Yi put into the performance.
Praise of Love, wasn't it describing the love between them? Wasn't love the beginning of a vigorous and vigorous operation, and finally gradually walked into a dull, but was that the dull lingering?
Wasn't such a dull love what she and he were looking forward to?
This wonderful gift was destined to ignite the beauty of tonight's Christmas Eve … Without the Apple, would Eve and Adam just sit face to face?
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