19-Year-old Jian Qianyan met 9-year-old Wen Ge for the first time.
The little girl was playing a piece of music. Even a noble person like Mr. Jian had never heard of the origin of this piece of music.
"Are you Wen Ge?"
The little girl turned her head to look at him, staring at him with no surprise, no sadness, no curiosity. Nor spoke. Keep playing that song.
Mr. Jian cherishes words as gold and does not like to talk too much when listening to songs.
Just music, accompanied by moonlight.
Many years later, Mr. Jian recalled the first meeting between him and his little girl. Starting from the song that sounded a little sad at first, but he could sense the meaning of freedom after listening to it, his cold world finally began to have a sound.
When I heard the song, I realized someone was coming.