Loose String

"My wife is from the south and has a bamboo flute. She said that the music from the south should be broken and mellow, while my bagpipe from the north should be like a nail that cannot be pulled out after being pierced into it." Shen Yan is the best craftsman in the North. He can build the Great Wall and the royal bells and tripods. But he couldn't repair the loose string of Jiangnan Tingyu Tower, let alone Su Ling. Everyone knew that Shen Yan was as cold as iron, until that rainy day when he heard Su Ling playing the piano out of tune. Others laughed at her poor skills, but she gently stroked the piano body: "It's not that it's out of tune, it's that the wood is struggling desperately to return to its past form." At that moment, Shen Yan heard the string in his heart break. He is the orphan of the North, and she is the pearl of the South. He built the clock to nail the sound into time; she played the piano to let the soul flow along the water. They thought that the northern and southern ensembles were composed of harp and harp, but they did not know that it was the last elegy before the collapse of the dynasty. "The hole left when a nail is pulled out is deeper than the nail itself." She died in that snowless winter, leaving him a farewell letter as soft as Suzhou rain. From then on, Shen Yan went crazy to repair the dilapidated things in the world, trying to use the hardness of the north to fill the softness of the south. But no one told him that the wind will get lost in the wilderness, and hate needs to remember someone more than love. This is a story about "repair" and "giving up". It is also a long and arduous journey about "turning back" and "farewell".