[I have been searching for many years, and I am sure I can find you.
Zhan Yantang was impetuous when he was young, so his mother sent him to his grandfather's house to learn writing.
Grandpa was very strict. He had to write fifty large words every day before he was allowed to leave the study. He had to be successful in school before he could leave the house.
Zhan Yantang was unhappy and often lost his mind. He usually wrote for a whole day.
One day, he was tired of practicing calligraphy and was about to fold his pen when he suddenly heard a girl's voice coming from the courtyard next door, and then the voice was drowned out by the sound of pipa.
He was curious and wanted to see the girl playing the pipa, but the young man could not climb over the tall and flat courtyard wall and could not see her.
A month later, he was "released after serving his sentence" and knocked on the door next door, but no one opened the door. The sound of the pipa disappeared and the girl disappeared.
Many years later, when Zhan Yantang returned from his overseas assignment, Huaian's good friend knew that he loved listening to operas, so he arranged to go to the "Bufan" teahouse to relax.
"Dingjun Mountain" was sung so soul-stirringly that Zhan Yantang was happily listening to it, but then he heard a faint sound of pipa, and a certain string in his heart was gently touched.
He followed the sound and entered a pavilion. The pavilion was hung with a thin ink curtain. Inside the curtain, a slim girl lowered her eyebrows and plucked the pipa strings with her slender hands.
The water-skimming birds flew by, startling the water in the pool, and also startled her.
"Do we know each other? Sir." She put down the pipa and opened the curtain to ask him.
Zhan Yantang's eyes were blazing and he answered her: "I don't know."
"Then..." The girl bit her lip and was about to speak.
Zhan Yantang said first: "Can I get to know you?"
He said his name to himself, "My name is Zhan Yantang."
The girl nodded and stretched out her hand to him: "Hello, my name is Meng Xianyi."
He held her hand, and once he held it, he didn't want to let go.
That day, the wind picked up and the thin curtains swayed, and Zhan Yantang heard the amazing pipa sound of his childhood again. I didn't mean it was pleasant, but it was hard to hear and it hurt my ears.
But it was this unpleasant pipa sound that made him miss it for many years.
●This article is not long, about 120,000 words
●Bland, a sweet love story, no drama or abuse
●For details on demining, please refer to Chapter 1 of the article.
●The copy was written on January 30, 2026, and the screenshot has been uploaded to Weibo
Intention: I love you firmly
