Sitting at the piano, Lin Zhengran played a few simple notes to test the sound. He found that his hands seemed to adapt to this piano perfectly, as if it were an old friend.
Jiang Qian stood to the side, quietly watching his every move.
Judging from his playing technique, this boy had indeed studied the piano for quite some time, though there was an inexplicable rustiness amidst his proficiency.
"You haven't played in a long time?" she asked.
Lin Zhengran hummed in agreement. "I haven't touched one in ages. By the way, can I borrow the sheet music you were just using? It sounded quite nice."
Jiang Qian looked at him in surprise, nodded, and handed him her sheet music. She wanted to warn him that the piece was rather difficult, but afraid that saying so might come across as condescending, she kept quiet.
Lin Zhengran thanked her and briefly flipped through the pages. After committing it to memory, he smiled, set the music down on the piano, and gently began to play.
