Life is like a piece of music. Two people get to know each other because of music...
Mu Jiayin opened the wooden window painted milky white and let the spring afternoon sunlight pour into her house. He took a deep breath of the air that was soaked by the sun and closed his eyes. The person in the distance also had a similar smell... He looked at the clear sky. The sky in Lyon today was extremely blue, as pure as crystal.
Lazy sunlight pours on the coffee table by the window. The tablecloth is beige, with a layer of delicate texture highlighted by the sunlight. The coffee cup on the table is filled with seven-tenths of milk coffee, and the rim of the cup reflects the iridescence of the sun, which is sparkling, dancing, and burning people's eyes. Mu Jiayin sat at the table and gently stirred the milk coffee with a coffee spoon, creating a small vortex that kept spinning. The vortex in the cup kept spinning, and occasionally one or two small bubbles floated out. He looked at the vortex, one circle, two circles, three circles, four circles, five circles... Gradually, his thoughts became hazy. The vortex seemed to disturb time and space, spinning constantly, taking him back to the spring when he met him, that spring afternoon...