The story of two people who were living in their own ruins and met in an Qiuyu building.
Su Qingyan is the musician of Qiu Yulou. He can play the pipa well, but he can't straighten the little finger of his left hand and can't exert his strength. He never said how the finger was broken, nor did he mention what happened to him before he came from the north. After singing on stage every night, he sat alone in the north-facing room in the backyard, with his back against the wall and his back straight.
Shen Ling is a general who was transferred back to Beijing from the northern border. I was dragged to drink, and I sat down at the window table on the second floor of Qiu Yu Building. I looked down and saw a young man holding a pipa under the stage. The man was thin and white, with a back as straight as a string. The posture of holding the neck of the piano with his left hand was wrong. His little finger was curled up and could not be straightened. He slipped in the middle of playing and picked up the note without changing his expression.
He took a second look. From that night onwards, things went downhill
One doesn't like to talk, and the other doesn't ask many questions. Su Qingyan sang an old tune without a name on the stage, and Shen Ling listened to it all night long. Later, Shen Ling was going back to the north to fight, and left a box of pipa strings before leaving. Then the war became intense and the winter nights in the capital were long. Su Qingyan sat in an empty room with her pipa in her arms and waited for almost a year.
The night Shen Ling came back, he stood on the porch in the backyard of Qiu Yulou. The moonlight illuminated the arrow wound on his left shoulder that had not fully healed yet, and he called Su Qingyan's name through the curtain. Su Qingyan opened the curtain and came out. When she saw him standing there, her first words were: "The hand can be cured."
The next day, Su Qingyan lay on the old doctor's narrow couch. Shen Ling held his wrist and reconnected the finger that had been misplaced for a year. Su Qingyan's whole body was tense with pain, but he didn't say a word. He gritted his teeth and his eyes fell on Shen Ling's hand holding him down. The rough palms pressed against his wrist bones, feeling warm.
There are many more plots
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The capital is so big, but two people from the north met under the same candlelight. One is picking up the broken string, and the other is guarding it in the dark.
There are many more stories between the two of them. Do you want to continue listening?
Come and see
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It's probably a story like this. Two people who don't talk much slowly come together with a piece of music and a box of strings.
Intention: Because of you I can face the darkness
