Who is she, Wen Yuanjun? The piano master who has lived in Yingqing Pavilion for three years. She never moves those seven strings for anyone, but only for herself.
However, he happened to hear it. Geng Fenglin was just a scholar, a mere government official.
He is indeed crazy, but what about her? How could she not be crazy?
She has her pride, how can he lose her ambition?
Let's just say…
He is cowardly and gentle, and she is ruthless.
How he broke up with each other when he left, and how thoughtful the music she played was.
To say it is an affair between a man and a woman is to underestimate him/her.
Yuan Jun sneered, and Feng Lin took a deep breath.
Now that it's all done, don't even say anything anymore.
The years in the country are just a snap of fingers. She still has her piano, and he can still remember her piano and her.
A work with completely impure motives...
An outline created during a McDonald's meal...
Excluding some of my previous completely out-of-shape fandoms and unrealized delusions, this is probably the first original creation...
These are all things I came up with later. I was writing very hard at that time...
There are not many words but it took me a long time to write... Looking back, I am still not very satisfied and did not achieve what I wanted.
But there are too many constraints when writing, and I don't want to change it in the short term...
The first one is my blog and Xiaolou...
Intention: