Lin Weilan, who doesn't like to talk and has amnesia, but always remembers a piece of piano music (suffering)
The gentle and elegant Yu Zhao (attack) with a strong core
Writer×Pianist
Wei Lan nodded. There were not many people in the cafe at this time. The manager simply sat next to Lin Wei Lan and said, "I hope I won't disturb you, but I think you look very much like a writer."
Lin Weilan stopped holding the bagel and looked at the store manager, as if she could feel the faint aroma of coffee on the store manager. After a while, she smiled and said, "You are so good at reading people. I didn't even bring my notebook." Lin Weilan looked at the store manager's hand again. There was a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips. She looked up and said, "Although your coffee is delicious, your hands seem to be more suitable for playing the piano."
The store manager nodded and said: "My name is Yu Zhao, Chen Chun Yao Yao, next year Zhao Zhao."
"My name is Lin Weilan. The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and the waves form between the gentle waves."
Intention: Powerless love