The frosty moonlight shines through the lattice window and fills the entire room. Zhong Ziqing is sitting next to the six-foot long desk, his eyes falling on a paulownia piano in front of him.
There was a knock on the door, and a handsome young man opened the door and came to him with a bowl of wheat porridge, "Father, you haven't touched rice in a few days, please have some porridge."
Zhong Ziqing came back to his senses, waved his hand slightly, and uttered two words from his slightly pale lips: "Back off."
A silver key slipped out of his sleeve and fell on the piano body. The strings were hit and broke.
The young man hurriedly put down the bowl, picked up the silver spoon, and carefully inspected the paulownia harp. The six strings of this instrument are all made of fine white silk, except for the broken third string, which is black. He knew that Zhong Ziqing loved this thing very much, so he took the initiative and said: "Father, please ask someone to repair the child immediately."
"The love is gone, don't bother to repair it, it can't be restored." Zhong Ziqing held the piano in front of her chest, slowly closed her eyes, and there was a sense of tranquility on her face full of vicissitudes of life. The remaining memories in his mind surged like waves, burying him in the familiar bone-gnawing tenderness.
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——Zhong Lang, look at the star in the north so bright.
——That is the Ziwei Star. No matter how the world turns, it will always be there and will not move at all.
——Your heart is also like a purple star?
--Nature.
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Audio Monster "The Musician" Fanfic
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