Scarlet Strings

During the two years of University A, the name Bai Yan was like the noisy chirping of cicadas in the summer night, lingering in Shen Zhien's ears all the time. At the summer party, she carried her cello to the lounge and met the rumored hero for the first time. The man was half-leaning against the wall with a casual posture, looking careless about everything. However, there was a pink jacket in his arms that did not match his temperament. The owner of the clothes is Yan Yuxin, who is in the same music school as her. After seeing the person coming, those dark and deep peach blossom eyes suddenly experienced ups and downs of emotions. Shen Zhien thought the rumors were true. The next time I saw Bai Yan was in Rome Street, France. That day, it snowed for the first time in France. In the snow falling all over the sky, Bai Yan stood alone in the corner of the alley, looking lonely. She had seen the exact same look on another person's face. So, for reasons of empathy, she left an umbrella beside him. Bai Yan first met Shen Zhien at the welcome party. All the lights in the auditorium were extinguished, leaving only a cold white light shining straight towards the center of the stage. Shen Zhien wore a neatly tailored black dress and sat alone in the sea of ​​light. The bow of the piano rose and fell, and the heart-shaking sound of the piano penetrated the heart layer by layer, attracting everyone's attention. Including him. The second time I met Shen Zhien was in the piano room. It was obviously just an ordinary passing by, but his eyes subconsciously fell on her. Meeting again four years later. Shen Zhien picked up the cello again. Seeing the same scene again, his heart would still beat uncontrollably.