In the afternoon, Zhou Xia had adjusted to the time difference and had slept well, so she came to find Gu Qiaoqiao with a heavy heart.
When she entered the yard, she heard a melodious piano sound.
Zhou Xia craned her neck to look inside the house. The light was a bit dim, but she could still see two silhouettes sitting side by side at the piano, one playing and the other listening. The one playing was full of tenderness and weariness, while the listener had little stars in their eyes.
This piano was already very old. Her mother said it was the one she used when she was a child, and later, when she could no longer dance, she put it in the storeroom.
It wasn't that no one dared to touch it, but rather no one wanted to. Perhaps it was the most heartbreaking witness of that period of time.
But she had no idea that Ah Ze could actually play the piano.
However, thinking about his experiences, it made sense.
