Jingzhoutan

1 When He Jingzhou heard the name Zhao Tangtan for the first time, he found it very difficult to pronounce. It would be easy to say Zhao Tangtang if he said it quickly. But the piano teacher who taught him seemed to love her daughter very much and often kept her name on his lips. When she sees the peach blossoms in Kasuga's yard, she will say that her daughter has not seen peach blossoms like this for a long time; when she sees the kitten in his house, she will say that her daughter also had a kitten, but it died a few days ago; when she sees his unscrupulous pranks, she will unconsciously murmur that it would be great if her daughter could be as happy and free as this. The voice was slow, gentle and filled with sadness deeper than the sea. He Jingzhou is always very cautious at this time. He doesn't know how to comfort people and doesn't know how to comfort her. I can only practice piano more seriously and attentively. Not as ostentatious as other times. She sighed softly and looked out the window at the cloudless blue sky. Faintly as a feather fell to the ground, then he suppressed the myriad of emotions in his eyes, looked at the score again, and his fingers jumped on the black and white keys. So He Jingzhou knew that her daughter had not been out for a long time, that her daughter liked kittens very much, and that her daughter was not happy at all. Her daughter is about his age. She seemed to be a sensitive and fragile girl. He Jingzhou's impression of Zhao Tangtan only stopped there. * Later, He Jingzhou suddenly suffered from ear disease. With a weird and violent temper, his parents asked him to take piano lessons to a small southern town. He met the girl. Long night, midsummer, cicadas chirp. The girl arched her eyebrows and smiled warmly. With the unique sweetness of a girl, she gently caressed the scars on his face, on a long, clear, round night in summer. The time dragged on and the cicadas chirped. * 2 Zhao Tangtan has known since childhood that there are some things that she cannot touch. For example, the piano. Her mother was a pianist but never taught her to play a piece of music. That day she followed her mother to her place of work. Her mother told her not to run around, so she stood in the courtyard of the villa, tiptoeing against the window, looking at the two figures inside. The woman's fingers danced on the black and white keys, calmly and calmly. The shorter boy on the side watched intently, his eyes twinkling and hopeful. I don't know what he said in the woman's ear, and she nodded. He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers gradually becoming soft and strong. The sound of the piano slowly passed through the window. In late autumn, it seems rare to see such bright sunshine, the light expands and spreads. It fell straight on those dancing hands. He is so beautiful. Zhao Tangtan thought foolishly. 3 He Jingzhou never thought that he would see Zhao Tangtan again. It was still such a rainy night. She had begun to be loved. He Jingzhou's first reaction was this. She is no longer like the fragile and sensitive little beast that seemed to pounce on her immediately. She can laugh from the bottom of her heart and treat people and things peacefully. She was no longer lost. That's fine. It was she who pulled him out of the mire. It doesn't matter whether she remembers it or not. "What a fucking ghost." "How can I give up the little moon that I have offered to others for so long?" Two-way redemption. Autistic little painter × downtrodden pianist Slow-paced writing. Each character has his or her own tragic childhood (bushi I have no common sense. I have never learned piano. I searched all the professional terms on the Internet. Don't be too fussy (bow Intention: Two-way redemption