"Then, when will you come back?" In the huge airport, Mosin lowered his head in front of the boy's red eyes, his voice almost swallowed up by the sound.
"Xin, let me go, please." Kang Cheng tremblingly raised his hand to Mo Xin's warm neck, pressed his forehead against hers, and begged in an extremely depressed voice.
"Passengers heading to Florence, please note that your flight xxxx is now boarding. Please take your belongings with you and show your boarding pass..." Unable to be greedy anymore, Kangcheng pushed away Mosin's little hand that was tightly holding the hem of his clothes, turned around, and was lost in the waves of people.
Kangcheng, if one day I start to hinder you, you can blame me, but don't leave without leaving any room for correction, okay?
For the wonderful encounter between piano and guitar, please pay attention to the story of Mosin and Su Kangcheng in the early autumn of 2012.