Almost in an instant, Jian Anning felt an urge to cry! Although she hadn’t touched a piano in ten years, this familiar rhythm and impulse still made her feel shocked and tender.
"Do you feel it? The piano is our life. Even if you let go of it for a mont, it won’t abandon you." He held her hand, and she had an illusion of being burned, only wanting to pull back. But he kept holding her hand tightly, gently pressing down with her fingertips.
"Do—" a deep piano note sounded from beneath her fingertips.
She was startled, looking at him with a bit of fright in her eyes, but Yu Zexiao just laughed and simply held both of her hands, guiding her fingers lightly as if teaching a child, playing a tune, it was "Für Elise."
This was a piece Beethoven wrote when he was nearly forty for a female student nad "Therese Malfatti," whom he was quite fond of. It’s a musical confession to her.
And now, as Yu Zexiao played it with her, it seed as if through the music, he was conveying his full love to her.
The light and gentle lody, like a clear spring, softly echoed and resonated in her mind.
Gradually, her fingers were no longer so stiff, though still held by Yu Zexiao. Her once damp and cold fingers seed to slowly warm up, just like a stagnant pendulum starting to adjust back to the past notes, jumping, galloping like a wild horse unleashed, racing through her mind.
When the piece ended, Yu Zexiao still held her fingers tightly, his back pressing close against hers, enveloping her protectively in his embrace. Even his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to her: "Anning, do you feel it? This is music, this is the piano..."
"Zexiao." Maybe because he had held her hands to play through a piece, the music, the piano, seed to suddenly spark a sense of reunion in her mind. Although sowhat unfamiliar, the familiar lody, the familiar tune echoed, and she almost had an urge to cry!
"Let’s play together, let’s play ’Für Elise’ together, shall we?"
He turned his head to smile at her, and Jian Anning seed enchanted, bending down with him. There were two pianos here, and under his expectant gaze, she gently pressed a key. Then the emotions overflowing in her mind, as if naturally flowing, surged out almost effortlessly!
Not having touched a piano for ten years, if she had to play sothing as difficult as "Tang Huang’s mories" or "Liszt’s Transcendental Études," she would certainly feel unaccustod. But a light and lodious piece like "Für Elise," filled with Yu Zexiao’s affection, seed to have been etched in her soul, effortlessly coming to life just like the natural instinct to breathe!
At first, it may have been a bit hesitant, but as it beca more familiar, more fluid, the piano under her fingers seed to co to life, playing an extraordinarily beautiful movent!
Moreover, on the piano next to her, Yu Zexiao was also playing along with her.
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