The Man in the Piano Is Walking Northward

A broken harp, two halves of a jade pendant, three old letters, and four people who met by chance. Imperial guard Shen Yanzhi received an urgent report from Suzhou - the violinist Chen Mubai was strangled to death by his own strings. Before his death, he only said one sentence: "There is someone inside the piano." When he was looking through the files, he found that Chen Mubai had entered the palace seven years ago and pointed at him and said: "Little guard, you look like the same person." He didn't have time to ask who that person was. By the time he arrived in Suzhou, Chen Mubai was already dead. The clues were broken and the case remained unsolved. But he met someone. A girl fell from the loquat tree and splashed him with juice. Her name was Ayao, and half of a jade pendant hung around her neck, which matched perfectly with the half in his arms. She has no father or mother, and she only relies on two things to survive to such an old age: eating melon seeds and protecting her shortcomings. She pointed at the jade pendant and said, "You are my brother." Shen Yanzhi said, "It's up to you." Just like that, he gained a sister. Later, he met Gu Qingshang, the female shopkeeper of Wenlan Pavilion, who was calm and sober, with an old wedding card tucked in the account book; he met Nan Jifeng, the guard from Hangzhou, who talked little, had sharp eyes, and had a broken finger. The four people got together, not because they were in love, but because they were tied by an invisible thread. The yamen in Suzhou City, the mass graves in Hangzhou, the ashes in the ruined temple, the note pressed at the bottom of the bowl - they were investigating Chen Mubai's death, and they discovered that they were investigating where he came from, who his father was, who his mother was, and why the bones in his body heated up at night. This is not the kind of case where the first chapter tells you who the murderer is. This is the kind of night that after you close the book, you will still think of them sharing a package of osmanthus cakes on the roof, each doing their own thing on the night when the mute girl redressed her injustice, and breaking half a bun in half under the moonlight. If you want to read the kind of story where everyone is talking well and everyone is living seriously - this book is for you. If you want to see the story of "finding relatives" and "returning" wrapped under the shell of "investigation" - this book is worth reading. Because a real case never ends when the murderer is found. But when you try your best to check out all the clues, you find that what you are looking for is just one person. People who want to know who you are. Concept: Four people who met by chance, each carrying a mystery of their life experience, came together because of a case in which a violinist was murdered. They thought they were investigating a case, but as they continued to investigate, they discovered that what they were investigating was a bone that knew the way, who their parents were, and whether the lives of ordinary people were worthy of being remembered. The harp was broken, people gathered, and they were heading north on their way home. Who says you can only be determined by where you come from? The road you have traveled is what counts.