When Qiao Wanwan's canvas shoes got stuck in the mud, scattered piano sounds were playing in the mountains.
The morning fog rolled over the seventh bend. She dragged her 28-inch old suitcase and staggered up, looking at the mottled white-walled school building halfway up the mountain. The wind swept over the tops of the chestnut trees, carrying the children's nursery rhymes of rubber band jumping.
The male voice is like black coffee dipped in ice. Lin Si stood against the light, the zipper of his jacket stretched to his Adam's apple, and his Martin boots crushing pine cones on the ground. He lifted her stuck suitcase with one hand, the mechanical watch on his wrist reflected cold light, and French announcements came intermittently from the Bluetooth headset.
"My name is Qiao Wanwan, the new art teacher." She handed over her wet ID photo.
Lin Si glanced at the photo of her and her mother, and her eyebrows twitched slightly: "There is an electric blanket in the storage room." When he turned around, the cedar-scented wind blew, and his back melted into the morning mist, like a lonely cloud in the mountains.
The heavy rain came in the middle of the night. When Qiao was patrolling the night with a flashlight every night, he heard a fragmented melody coming from the piano room. The moment he opened the crack of the door, the moonlight was streaming over Lin Si's arched back - he was curled up at the bottom of the grand piano, his fingers in his hair, and torn pieces of music were scattered on the keys.
"Want to listen to "Little Star Variations"?" She shook the glass jar, "Or Orange Candy?"
Thunder exploded, and Lin Si suddenly grabbed her wrist. The body temperature came through the band-aid, and Qiao belatedly discovered that his palms were full of crescent-shaped pinch marks.
The mountain wind lifted up his rolled-up sleeves, and the mechanical watch on his wrist changed to a sunflower dial at some point.
Intention: Redeem each other, run in both directions, be free and independent.