High mountain water

Action.7

"...Mr. Bo, I'm very sorry..."

"Please be sorry, the dead cannot be resurrected..."

"...About Mr. Zhong's funeral..."

"...Mr. Bo, may I ask..."

"Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo!"

After Zhong Ziqi passed away, it was like someone separated Boya from everything in the world with a glass cover. He could not understand the people outside the cover, and the people outside the cover could not understand him.

The little assistant looked at Boya worriedly, and carefully comforted him: "Mr. Bo, next, we can rest for a while, and then shift the focus of our work to music... You still have music!"

Boya numbly glanced at the piano on the shelf, he had long forgotten about this musical instrument that had been carefully maintained, and he didn't even notice that the strings were broken.

——Everyone knows that Bo Ya likes music, but they don't know why he likes music.

The little assistant immediately said, "I'll help you fix it right now..."

Boya shook his head and said softly, "No need."

The sound of the piano is the sustenance of communication. He has been pouring out his soul and life, and he hopes to be understood.

After getting to know Zhong Ziqi, Boya has conveyed all his emotions and received the most sincere response.

It was a kind of perfection that there was nothing left to desire in this life, and once Zhong Ziqi left, there would be a huge wound in Boya's life that could not be filled.

Half my life was spent, but I found that I had nothing.

Never heal.

Can never be free.