I'm using a paper towel to spread coffee stains on the tiles in the pantry.
A sneer came from the next cubicle: "An illegitimate daughter becomes a special assistant? Mr. Gu is most annoyed by this kind of clinging drama."
The administrative director suddenly knocked on the door: "Mr. Gu asked you to bring the mixing tool box to the office."
A black suit covered with cold fragrance passed before his eyes. Gu Yan didn't even raise his eyes: "The grand piano for the charity party must have a sound like falling snow."
It turns out that the "perfect tone" he wanted was to use countless "happening by", "just picking up" and "happening to meet" to tune the strings that were crumpled by fate for me.
Wiping the corners of his wet eyes with both hands, I finally laughed out loud: "Mr. Gu, you have been tuning the 'strings of life' for ten years. Isn't it time for the tuner to become a regular?"
After all, he knew the yellowed photo in the dark room, the engraving on the piano cover, and even more so the sound of his violent heartbeat at this moment - this was the "perfect tone" that he had hidden for ten years and needed to be tuned most.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
