I Don't Want to Go Back to the North Again

Gentle clock restorer x Kaolinhua pianist 1. The rain in the ancient town is always lingering, lasting for half a month at a time. Ye Qingchuan sat in front of the studio window and saw that the bluestone road outside the window was soaked by the rain and shone brightly. This is the seventh year since she hid in the ancient town in the south, and the seventh year since she fled the north. That, everywhere is the north that she and Ni Langyue walked through together. At that time, they were crowded in a rented house with insufficient heating. They hugged each other on the bed to keep each other warm. Their days were very poor, but they were very happy. That night, it snowed very heavily. Ni Langyue sat in front of a second-hand piano, her fingers pressing on the keys became more and more out of control, and the beat became more and more chaotic, until one syllable collapsed to the point of ear-piercing, and she curled up her trembling knuckles. "If we break up, I will no longer be your only Long Yue. Qingchuan, have you really thought about it?" "If you sit alone on a high platform, if you are the center of attention, then I will be proud to sit in the most inconspicuous place below the stage. I wish you peace and success, a bright future, and I wish you never have to make a dilemma between bread and love." 2. "Sorry, I only repair clocks, not other objects." Ye Qingchuan politely refused his employer. In the past seven years, she has never been exposed to anything related to piano. That thing always reminded her of the snow in the north and Ni Langyue in the north. One morning, Ye Qingchuan came to the studio and found a piano standing at the door. Ye Qingchuan lifted a corner of the dustproof cloth and saw the inscriptions on the cover of the piano, which made her feel sour in her heart. It was harder to stop than the rainy season. ——The bright moon in Qingchuan. Seven years have passed. Qingchuan is Qingchuan, and the bright moon is the bright moon. No one belongs to anyone else. Ye Qingchuan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure from behind. She stands on top of the snow-capped mountains, unreachable, and when her fingertips dance across the piano keys, the entire concert hall audience will be captivated by her and unable to take their eyes away. Only Ye Qingchuan knew that this flower of the high mountains was not as hard as it seemed. She was very soft. He had hugged her tightly during the cold nights in the north, hoping to survive the winter together. Ni Langyue said politely: "Teacher Ye, I heard that you have the best repair skills. This piano is very important to me. Can you help me repair it?" Ye Qingchuan maintained a normal social distance from her and politely refused: "I can't repair the piano, so you can find someone else." "A stopped clock can move again, and the past years cannot be repeated. The snow from the north will no longer fall on my shoulders, and the rain from the south will not wet my heart. I have long been accustomed to such a life without desires and pursuits. There are no waves and no worries. In fact, we don't need to meet again." Reading guide: 1v1, he, mutual attack Intention: Love life, love the world.