Stop Playing, Let's Fall in Love

[Volume 1: Stop playing] Fu Yanning never thought that he, a salty fish, would be hit in the head by a piano. On the first day she transferred to another school, she saw Jiang Xubai playing the piano under the moonlight. The top-ranked flower in the school, her profile looks like she stepped out of an oil painting, but the notes flowing through her fingertips are so lonely that it makes people feel distressed. "Classmate, stop playing," she said, lying down at the door of the piano room, "Teach me math, and I'll teach you how to fall in love, how about that?" From Class F to Class A, from stranger to classmate, she pestered him to solve equations, and he taught her what a birthday is, what a gift is, and what it means to be taken into consideration. "Jiang Xubai, why are you so nice to me?" "Because you are too noisy," he paused, the tips of his ears turning red, "if I don't agree to it, I won't be able to practice the piano." [Volume 2: Let's fall in love] It wasn't until that phone call that she knew perfection was fake. Surveillance, severe beatings, the never-ending "must be excellent" - his brilliance is a golden cage, and her proximity is a luxury. "Fu Yanning, stay away from me." "No," she held his trembling hand, "I said I would teach you about falling in love, the first lesson - don't run away." Small Theater Many years later, Jiang Xubai, who had become a pianist, was asked in an interview: "What is the piece you play most often?" "The first movement of Moonlight Sonata." "Why?" He looked at the camera with gentle eyes: "Someone told me that there is not only loneliness in this song, but also blessings. She wished me happiness - but she was wrong," he chuckled, "My happiness can only be from her."