Yang Shusheng is a little ruffian who hangs out on the streets all year round. He walks unsteadily, has a broken voice, and shows his teeth when he smiles, which is not a good look.
Xie Lingshuang is a well-known pianist. She never leaves home. Although she flies all over the world, her range of activities does not go beyond the five kilometers of the piano room. Her life is not boring.
She started practicing piano at the age of five, started playing Mozart sonatas at the age of 7, and played a complete set of Chopin etudes at the age of 11. Her life goal is to leave her signature in every glittering art palace in the world.
She claims not to understand music, and even scorns all kinds of so-called artists. Her only requirement in life is to be healthy until she grows old and dies.
"Classical music? Bah, bah!" Yang Shusheng spat on the ground: "I don't understand, I love listening to "The Tracker's Love"."
"Favorite composer?" Xie Lingshuang was confused: "There is no way to answer this question."
There is no favorite, almost every composer has her favorite works.
"However, I have fallen in love with one recently," Xie Lingshuang's eyes lit up: "My name is Li Wenge."
Haven't you heard of it? If you haven't heard of it, you're right, she's dead.
If you ask her what works she has written? "Chunsheng Concerto" can be regarded as one. As for the rest, haha, someone will sort it out.
Is she famous? If she had lived until now, she would have been famous, but it's a pity that she died.
Oh, by the way, she is also Yang Shusheng's sister.
Xie Lingshuang couldn't figure it out. This snarky woman in front of her actually had a sister who was an artist.
What Xie Lingshuang couldn't understand even more was that this person turned out to be her lover.
Intention: One day when we look back and listen to this music, we may suddenly understand - "A person's voice will go through a lot of pain, but looking back, it is a legend."