Thoughts on Hanwei

On the first day of June, it started to rain heavily, just like the moods of Han Wei and Sikong Nanfeng at this moment, like the tears silently shed in their hearts. Han Wei and Sikong Nanfeng have been together for half a year. Although the time is short, it is each other's salvation for them who have been lonely since childhood. Han Wei and Sikong Nanfeng did not go out that day. After dinner, they brewed a pot of home-produced silver ball tea and sat under the thatched hut. They drank tea quietly while watching the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard being washed clean and bright by the rain. The sound of raindrops came from the window. "Can you play the piano?" Han Wei suddenly asked Sikong Nanfeng; "I know a little bit!" He replied shyly; "Then how about you play a song for me?" Han Wei said; Han Wei touched the jade spirit on her chest and signaled it to conjure a guqin. Sikong Nanfeng stepped forward, tried the guqin, adjusted the tone, and started playing. He was wearing blue clothes with a layer of white tulle on the outside. He had an outstanding figure and blended in with the decoration of the thatched cottage. The sound of the piano flowed through the thatched cottage, and Han Wei was amazed! His hands plucked the strings, and he looked at Han Wei with bright eyes, her gentle expression reflected her, and Han Wei's heart was plucked by him just like the strings. Han Wei couldn't help but get up and performed a beautiful dance in harmony with the music he played. Sikong Nanfeng watched Han Wei dance such a lively dance and became even more energetic. . . . . . The most fearful thing is lovesickness, and it's difficult to say goodbye. I don't understand lovesickness, but it hurts lovesickness. . . . . .