Introduction to "Every scene has a piano"
Genius pianist Ye Zixin was signed by Cheng Jing, the president of his agency, and moved into his house. He wore a monitoring bracelet and became a shadow of another person.
Cheng Jing said that he was like an old friend - Yang Jue, a talented violinist who died young.
Ye Zixin thought he was a substitute.
But he didn't know that Yang Jue had never been Cheng Jing's lover.
Cheng Jing just mistook the deepest childhood friendship for love.
Back then, when Cheng Jing was scolded by his parents, only Yang Ju would take the blame for him and sit with him on the stairs eating sweets.
Yang Ju died of fulminant myocarditis - it was not Cheng Jing's fault, it was Yang Ju's parents who forced him to practice piano and refused to follow medical advice.
Cheng Jing spent half his life feeling guilty in exchange for a twisted obsession:
"I have to control everything so I can protect the next person."
So Ye Zixin was imprisoned in this cage in the name of "for your own good".
His hands were diseased (dystonia) and his heart was failing (tetralogy of Fallot).
His hyperamnesia allows him to remember every gentle lie and every indifferent turn.
Until the truth is revealed——
Cheng Jing is not the perpetrator, he is just a child who does not know how to love, but only clings to others.
Ye Zixin chose to leave and wait for a new heart alone.
Two years later.
Ye Zixin waited for a legal transplant and received a healthy heart that did not belong to anyone's shadow.
Cheng Jing gave up his company and moved overseas, accompanying him in rehabilitation, taking walks, and listening to him play Chopin over and over again.
They occasionally played together - piano and violin, clumsy but gentle.
"I changed my heart, but I didn't change my liking for him. It's just that this time, it was my own choice."
It's not a double, it's a misidentification.
It's not imprisonment, it's wrong love.
He exchanges one heart for another,
Finally, we are waiting for a spring without bracelets and equality.
Intention: The end point of love is not possession but seeing