"Hey, what are you doing? Writing music scores?"
"Yeah, but it's only half written."
"Then after you finish writing, can you be the first to play it for me?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, if this song becomes famous in the future, I will be the first listener. By the way, does this song have a name?"
"No, not yet..."
When he was about to go abroad, he was sitting in the school music classroom playing the last piece of music here. In front of him was a half-composed piece of music. The sound of piano came from the radio, and the piece he played was actually a half-written piece of music. The piano sound on the radio gradually merged with his piano sound, and the solo turned into an ensemble.
Eight years later.
On the stage, in front of millions of listeners, he played for only one person. He looked directly at her at a loss in the audience and spoke slowly, "Eight years ago, I only wrote half of this piece. I once promised you that after writing it, I would be the first to play it for you. This piece has been completed. Now I not only want to be the first to play it for you, but also want you to play this piece of music with me, because this is our song."
She lied in a panic, "I can't."
Unexpectedly, he was calm and leisurely, with piercing eyes, "You could do it back then, and I believe you can do it now. No one else is qualified to play this piece of music with me except you. I said this is our song."
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