Do you remember? When I was young, the curtains were rolled up and the shadows were as bright as the moonlight and as proud as the green pines.
——Jin Se
He still remembers the first time he met that person. The person was sitting behind Juanjuan's gauze. He couldn't see his face clearly. He only knew that he was a talented young man. His white clothes were as white as snow. Under his ten fingers, there was either rich sadness or elegance and beauty. The sound of the piano was mixed with a little arrogance, but it also contained a lot of sadness.
I had only heard people say that there was a young man in Chang'an who became famous at a young age. He was proficient in poetry and songs, and had been praised as a child prodigy by his husband since he was a child. When he heard about it, he just laughed it off. Most of the comments in the market were mixed with exaggerations, and his words should not be believed at all. No matter how shocking he was, after meeting him, he was nothing. At that time, he never thought that although it was just a market opinion, it must be supported by facts. Although such handsomeness was uncommon, it was not unheard of.