Neck Kiss

A noble and cold pianist x a gentle and sensible writer Jiang Li met Wen Yan during the first snowy winter in Wencheng. Because she couldn't see her face clearly due to the backlight, she could only see the figure sitting in the piano room playing, the falling snowflakes in the small square of the sky enclosed by the window behind her, and the music he played - Liszt's "The Bell". Gentle and warm, every note flowing from his fingertips is so saturated with emotion that it seems to penetrate every blood vessel and the deepest part of the skin and soul. As a result, Liszt's "The Bell" became her favorite piano piece. - When we met again, it was in the most gorgeous evening of summer night. He was leaning on the balcony, the smoke was misty, leaving only a pair of seductive eyes. He didn't say anything, and looked at her silently, like the wind that had passed through many seasons, carrying silent love. - During the concert, she was sitting in the audience, and the distant lights on the stage circled a small area of ​​the piano like the snow at that time. The person in the distance was wearing a pure white suit, stepping on the pedal, and played Liszt's "The Bell". "I've never actually met you, but I've heard your songs." So the figure wearing a pure white sweater many years ago gradually reappeared, and I finally saw his purest eyes and soul. - Jiang Li picked up the most frigid pianist. The always dignified pianist would hold her in his arms and kiss the small mole on the back of her neck passionately. The grand pianist who never played love stood on the stage and presented her with her first Mahler "Fifth Symphony". The grand pianist had a smile on his face, and his well-jointed fingers gently rubbed the light-colored mole on her left thumb that was exactly the same as his. "Actually, you and I have been resonating at the same frequency a long time ago. Our sense of resonance was long before "The Bell"." - She thought it was just her longing for him, her youthful obsession, but she never thought that it was also his obsession. All the coincidental reunions she thought were the traces of her that he had been searching for after countless days and nights. It was a secret love between two people, only each other knew about it, and they only loved each other passionately. - She is the last rose in the snow. I am willing to dedicate my Mahler Fifth Symphony, play my most passionate rhapsody for her, and walk with her until the sky. There is no need to write Shakespeare all over the body, the secrets related to love remain unsolved. Motto: Music is powerful, I hope you remember