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The white piano was placed in front of the window and melodious notes were sent flying from Ji Xue's fingertips.

She played on the railing of the balcony, and the song danced silently in her heart.

Summer passed, autumn came, and then winter.

Again and again, she had a 10th birthday. As usual, she was given a bowl of noodles by Mama Li. She ate very well.

A piano had been brought into the house and placed in the most conspicuous position in the living room. This was the birthday present Uncle had given Snow, the white baking paint, the black and white keys. She could only touch them when she was cleaning, they were as smooth and cold as silk.

Uncle had also invited Xue Xue to teach her the piano. It was a man, very young, with a warm smile on his face.

Every time he taught Ji Xue how to play the zither, Ji Li would listen to him by the side. Gradually, she realized that learning to play the piano was actually an interesting thing, so she would secretly eavesdrop on him. She was in an inconspicuous corner of the balcony, using her brush to practice the zither keys repeatedly. When Ji Xueqi was complaining about how difficult the piano was, and how tiring it was, Ji Li would always practice in silence.

She grew happier and happier. On sunny days, she would face the sun and silently play with her fingers on top of it. The music was only in her heart, in addition to her uncle's liking, she had also learned the wish to play a song in its entirety.

This was her secret, the secret of learning to play the piano. No one knew, because no one had ever heard of it.

The gift of music, from here on out.

The autumn wind was always half cold and half hot, but it made people feel even more depressed.

It was a rare occasion for him to have dinner at home during the first half of the night. The entire table was filled with dishes, and only he and Ji Xue were able to eat.

"Uncle, I want to cut off my head!" Ji Xue suddenly said to Ji Ye.

Ji Ye put down the chopsticks in his hand and gently touched her hair, which had already grown past her shoulders. "Why does Xue'er want to cut her hair?" Girls have to have long hair to look good. " He picked a few more dishes from Ji Xue's bowl and ignored the fact that she couldn't finish them all.

"I have a good friend. She cut the pills, so she looks really pretty. I want it too, uncle …" Ji Xue playfully pulled on Ji Ye's sleeve.

Although Ji Xue was only 10 years old, she already liked to play the part. She was originally the most adorable girl in the school, but she was defeated by a new hairstyle. She was a little unwilling.

Ji Ye became a bit more serious. "No … Oh, no … Snow." "Uncle likes snow to grow long hair, so he must be more beautiful. Believe me, uncle …" He looked at Ji Xue. His gaze seemed to pierce through her, looking at her other soul.

Ji Li, who was standing at the door, happened to hear this. So it turned out that her uncle liked girls with long hair even more. If she grew her hair, would her uncle like her? Her uncle's love was her greatest wish, and she had never known how to be an uncle in order to be happy.

During the next half year, Ji Li began to carefully take care of her hair. Every day, he would carefully wash her hair and do it naturally. She treated her hair like a treasure.

Her black hair made her skin even whiter and her lips even redder, a beauty that no one could ignore. She became a "celebrity" in school, and all the upper grade boys would lean over to watch her from the window. The teacher also made her become a member of the Arts Council, and her friends also increased.

That day, as usual, she washed her hair and blew in the garden. In the evening the garden and the orchard were quiet.

She liked this kind of serenity. When she closed her eyes, she could smell the fragrance of flowers and fruits.

He parked the car by the side. He lit a cigarette in the car and observed her through the car window. She seemed to have grown up and become even more beautiful. Was the light finally going to be able to cover her up? Even though she was wearing this set of clothes, she still possessed a unique freshness.

Was he being too kind? Too much neglect made her feel even more at ease? Why does she still look sad? Maybe a 10-year-old child doesn't understand this, but soon he will let her know what pain is.