【Two female leads + secret love + age gap + happy ending】
【Devoted, obsessive young genius + rational, gentle older woman】
On my twenty-first birthday, I drank too much and grabbed Jiang Wan’s hand. “Jiang Wan, I like you.”
She pulled her hand away, her voice soft. “Zhiqiu, I’m ten years older than you.”
“Age doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” She turned away. “I can’t watch you waste the best years of your life on someone whose youth is almost gone.”
I went abroad. Two years, more than seven hundred days.
When I came back, I “ran into” her at the bookstore she often visited. She was leafing through a music theory book.
“Teacher Jiang,” I called.
She looked up and froze for a moment. “…Zhiqiu. You’ve grown up.”
My friends always scolded me for being a coward. I told them they didn’t understand.
On her thirty-fourth birthday, I gave her a USB drive.
“There are 109 songs on it, from when I was fourteen to when I was twenty-four. They’re all for you.”
She didn’t take it. She only looked at me. “I might have gray hair next year.”
“Then I’ll dye it starlight gray,” I said. “Jiang Wan, I love you, not some particular version of you at a certain age.”
She cried. Her tears fell onto the back of my hand, burning hot.
Later, she grew fond of the folder named “Evening Breeze,” and listened to the song Sonnet.
“Did you really write this when you were fourteen?”
“Yeah.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind and rested my chin in the hollow of her shoulder. “That day, you were teaching me a physics problem, and you were so close I could smell your hair. I went home and wrote this song. My heart was beating so fast I got several notes wrong.”
Ten years of secret love had been like a long, slow tide. At last, I had reached the shore that was meant for me.
This is a deep feeling hidden in the notes, a tender story of two souls that transcend age and worldliness, and finally reach perfection after thousands of sails. The confession she made three years ago was gently dismissed by time. Instead of wallowing in the loss, she went to Vienna with her heart full of longing and unspoken attachment, and put all her love, thoughts, hopes and thoughts into every melody and every note. The wind in Vienna, blowing across the keys, could not dispel her obsession. Those songs composed day and night have no gorgeous words, only the simplest heart. Every melody is her murmur, and every beat is her affectionate confession. She used music as a letter and time as a mail, sending her thoughts across the mountains and seas to the people in her heart. She exchanged sincerity for sincerity. Worldly barriers and age gaps slowly melted away in pure love. There was no vigorous scene, only a steady flow of water. She used her most persistent gentleness to knock on the closed door of her heart. It turns out that the most touching love is never a momentary impulse, but that despite all the hardships, I am still willing to write and compose music for you. I am willing to hide all the tenderness and affection into the years, waiting for you to look back, waiting for you to understand, waiting for you to stand side by side with me, and listen to the melody of the rest of my life, all played for you. I hope someone out there loves this book as much as I do.
It's a book with amazing writing. I originally just opened it to pass the time. The more I read it, the more amazing it became. It describes the throb, pull, and daily life between two people very well and sweetly. I recommend it.
Beautiful and delicate writing
It looks good, but why is one named Ye and the other named Lin?
Nice looking, nice looking, nice looking
Jiang Wan is worth the ten years of waiting to know Qiu, and knowing Qiu is worth Jiang Wan's love.
Everything is the best arrangement
It's very interesting. I hope there will be radio dramas in the future. I really want to listen to "The Tenth Year" and "Winter Sun"
Very good, short, delicate and warm.
Very nice, but a little short.
It's pretty good, but it feels sweet at the beginning and then it's over.
This is a deep feeling hidden in the notes, a tender story of two souls that transcend age and worldliness, and finally reach perfection after thousands of sails. The confession she made three years ago was gently dismissed by time. Instead of wallowing in the loss, she went to Vienna with her heart full of longing and unspoken attachment, and put all her love, thoughts, hopes and thoughts into every melody and every note. The wind in Vienna, blowing across the keys, could not dispel her obsession. Those songs composed day and night have no gorgeous words, only the simplest heart. Every melody is her murmur, and every beat is her affectionate confession. She used music as a letter and time as a mail, sending her thoughts across the mountains and seas to the people in her heart. She exchanged sincerity for sincerity. Worldly barriers and age gaps slowly melted away in pure love. There was no vigorous scene, only a steady flow of water. She used her most persistent gentleness to knock on the closed door of her heart. It turns out that the most touching love is never a momentary impulse, but that despite all the hardships, I am still willing to write and compose music for you. I am willing to hide all the tenderness and affection into the years, waiting for you to look back, waiting for you to understand, waiting for you to stand side by side with me, and listen to the melody of the rest of my life, all played for you. I hope someone out there loves this book as much as I do.
It's a book with amazing writing. I originally just opened it to pass the time. The more I read it, the more amazing it became. It describes the throb, pull, and daily life between two people very well and sweetly. I recommend it.
Beautiful and delicate writing
It looks good, but why is one named Ye and the other named Lin?
Nice looking, nice looking, nice looking
Jiang Wan is worth the ten years of waiting to know Qiu, and knowing Qiu is worth Jiang Wan's love. Everything is the best arrangement
It's very interesting. I hope there will be radio dramas in the future. I really want to listen to "The Tenth Year" and "Winter Sun"
Very good, short, delicate and warm.
Very nice, but a little short.
It's pretty good, but it feels sweet at the beginning and then it's over.