The wind this night blew up a pool of ripples, blowing up the fluttering gauze and blowing through their intertwined hair and clasped hands. Su Cheng wiped the sweat from Sun Che's forehead, hugged his waist and sat with him by the railing on one side of the piano room. It was quiet and no one was around. In the distance was the calm Yangzhou City with the ever-changing clouds and blue tiles. The flying lanterns are paired with the red lanterns that can be seen everywhere. Even if the streets and alleys are deserted, they don't look deserted. Not far away, the bamboo shadows in the courtyard are swaying, and the lotus pond reflects the moon. It can be regarded as a stolen corner of leisure.
"Xiao Che." Su Cheng's fingertips were tangled in the tail of Sun Che's hair, as if she couldn't get enough of it, going around and around. Sun Che's hair was thin and long, and he didn't feel annoyed when he played with it wantonly. He answered him weakly, "Huh?"
Su Cheng stood up and put his arms around Sun Che's waist. Before Sun Che could recover, he jumped up from the piano and hugged him, then quickly stepped over the railing of the piano room and flew to a higher place.
The sound of the piano curled around his ears like smoke, and Su Cheng's slender knuckles plucked the strings at will, forming a vast sound field around him. The sound of the piano condensed in the air, or wound around him in a line, or formed into a chaotic sound field like falling flowers.
At that time, the moonlight was pouring down, the sky was filled with stars, and there was a gentle breeze, which was full of sadness and lingering feeling. The two of them drifted slowly down the sound field, relying on their own emptiness to control the wind, just like banishing immortals.
You point out thousands of winds and moons, but are there any that look like me? Sun Che smiled indifferently, as if this question did not need an answer, Su Cheng had already given him the best explanation.