Give the Moon as Command

The pool at minus 20 degrees was like a mirror, with a glass-colored piano placed on the ice. Jing Zhiwen picked up his fingertips and played his own composition from shallow to deep. The wind direction changed, and the white papers piled on the piano fell one after another. Jing Zhiwen looked at Feifei and planned to pick them up one by one, but found that the white papers scattered in the wind were full of words. She bent down and picked up one of them, and found that some story fragments were recorded in it.