The best assassin in the world & the best piano player in the world
Shen Yanting, the best luther player in the world, lives in seclusion in Tingxue Pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River, guarding a guqin named "Dust to Snow" and half a volume of the broken score of "Broken String Yin" left by his lover Xie Xun.
Many years ago, a palace incident swept the streets with blood. Xie Xun went to death for revenge, leaving only the words "forget me."
Shen Yanting sat there for half his life, continuing the music with the broken strings, with bloody marks on his fingertips, just to finish the unfinished piece of music.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River falls every year, soaking the cracks on the "Dust to Snow" piano, and also soaking his unspoken love.
When the last note broke on the broken string, he finally understood that some songs were destined to never be played from the beginning, and some people were destined to be separated from each other from the moment they met.
A tragedy buried in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River that no one knows about.
"There are two treasures in Tingxue Pavilion. One is the "Dust to Snow" piano cut by Shen Yanting himself. The paulownia wood is condensed with frost and dew. The other is the residual score of "Broken String Yin", which is Xie Xun's half-life effort."
——"Miscellaneous Notes of Tingxue Pavilion"
"Axun, you said that after you finish playing this score, we will go to Jiangnan to watch the rain."
"A Ting, I'm going to assassinate the traitor. If I don't come back, you will burn the remaining records and forget about me."
"The strings have been broken and the music has been burned. I can finally play the music you didn't finish."
"That year, the palace was transformed into a bloodbath and the long streets were washed away. The "Dust to Snow" piano was broken in front of the steps. One person's soul returned to Jiuquan, and another person sat withered for half a life holding the broken string. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River fell every year, and there was no one to listen to it."
"When the harp meets the sword, in troubled times, blood will be spilled on the rich family and they will not be able to return home.
Listen to the snow falling, guard the lonely pavilion, and play the remaining strings for you for ten years.
The broken strings lead to lovesickness, and the promise of Jiangnan has never been lost.
When the song ends, we go home and listen to the rain like silk with you. "
Intention: half-hearted friend
