My rearview mirror can change my life

The two turn to the screen again, and the girl has already begun to introduce the next tune.

Zhao Qingyun carefully watched this woman's every move.

She is answering the audience's questions and popularizing some common knowledge of the guqin.

As she spoke, she subconsciously made a small gesture of her fingers hooking the strings.

Noticing this, Zhao Qingyun suddenly stood up.

"Fang Xiaomei... Zhao Qingyun muttered to himself: "That's right, this is her!"

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? Seeing the master's movements, Li Xinyi asked in surprise.

Zhao Qingyun sat down, smiled, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that some things remind me of the past."

Li Xinyi looked at Zhao Qingyun's expression and felt that he seemed to be a little unusual, but he didn't ask much.

"You go and prepare, I plan to write a letter to this little woman, hoping to communicate with her face to face. Zhao Qingyun said.

"Hi, teacher. What era is it, and why do you still write letters? Li Xinyi spread her hands: "If you really want to contact her, I will ask the platform for her contact number tomorrow, and just call her directly."

"That's fine. You'll be in touch with her tomorrow. Zhao Qingyun nodded: "Wait, you still bring the letter paper, I have other plans."

Li Xinyi looked at Zhao Yunqing's face and knew that this matter was extraordinary.

"Okay, teacher. He hurriedly walked out of the piano room.

Moments later, he retrieved the letter and pen.

Zhao Qingyun took out the letter paper and pen, pondered for a moment, and then began to write hard.

His brushstrokes are smooth and firm, as if at this moment, he wants to pour years of thoughts and emotions into this paper.

After writing the letter, Zhao Qingyun read it again, then sighed and put it in the envelope.

"Xinyi, you go back first. Next, I want to be quiet for a while. He commanded his apprentices.

"Okay, teacher. Remember that the tablet will be returned to me tomorrow, and I will use it to play games!

"No big, no small, you scoundrel!"

After Li Xinyi left, Zhao Qingyun sat alone in the studio, deep in thought.

The light was dim, and under only a bronze lamp, the ancient wood silently accompanied him.

His gaze drifted across the room and landed on a dusty black-and-white photograph of him as a young man and a woman, Fang Xiaomei.

Fang Xiaomei, that beautiful woman, seems to be a beautiful but determined meteor in his life.

Her skillful piano skills, sharp eyes, and stubborn personality make her unique in the guqin world.

However, it was this stubbornness that made the two unable to get together in the end.

The two met for the first time at a piano party. Fang Xiaomei played "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", and Zhao Qingyun played "Flat Sand and Falling Geese". The two songs were played one after another, and the audience was fascinated.

But at the end of the curtain, the eyes of the two met together, and even the sound of the piano just now was eclipsed.

Subsequently, the two exchanged and cooperated many times, but they often argued because of the different concepts of piano art. Fang Xiaomei pays attention to tradition, while Zhao Qingyun is more tolerant of change.

This view made the two argue many times. But it is undeniable that they both cherish each other's existence, like confidants, like lovers, but because of that stubbornness, they can't compromise with each other.

In the end, they had a big fight.

Fang Xiaomei proposed to break up: "We are all made of steel, but we are not forged for each other.

That night, the moon also seemed to be very dim, Zhao Qingyun watched Fang Xiaomei walk alone, there were countless reluctance and doubts in his eyes, but he knew that it was an inevitable end.

Many years have passed, and Fang Xiaomei is like dust in the wind, quietly losing her news.

Zhao Qingyun once entrusted a friend from the police station to look for this old friend many times, but he was never found.

Fang Xiaomei is a woman, he once thought that he had completely lost her.

This deep affection back then has always been buried deep in his heart.

But today, Fang Xiaomei's shadow appeared in his life again.

Only this time, her shadow traveled through time and was reflected on this little girl.

This Lingling's piano skills, temperament, and even the way she interacts with the piano are all strikingly similar to Fang Xiaomei.

Although there was another strange quality in her, that property did not hide this familiar aura.

Zhao Qingyun suddenly had an idea just now, is this Lingling Fang Xiaomei's disciple?

If she is, it means that he can find the plum shadow that he has not found for many years again.

"Fang Xiaomei, if Lingling is really your disciple, it turns out that you have already returned to this city. Zhao Qingyun muttered to himself: "So, does all this mean that you have never really left me?"

For a while, he couldn't accept that she and he had actually lived under the same sky for so many years.

But why did she change her name and surname, and never came to him in the future?