Late at night, the Basilica of San Stefan is solemn and quiet, and the melodious sound of the piano, accompanied by the aroma of coffee, wafts from a deserted café on the corner. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The quaint and tranquil décor, with only a few or two customers, makes the shop look lifeless, and in a nondescript corner, a young girl in a crisp white evening dress sits behind an old piano, apparently old, playing melodious music.

The music is sometimes poignant, sometimes cheerful, and very good, but in Vienna, which is known as the mecca of music, no matter how good the music is, it is only mediocre, because the sound of the world is being staged in the golden hall not far away.

The guests only cared about whispering and chatting, and no one listened to this "mediocre" music, so the girl was only playing mechanically, not joyful because of the cheerful rhythm or sad because no one listened to the child, everything was happening mechanically as usual, work, rest, work, as if there was no end.

After a song, the girl sighed lightly and muttered to herself, "I really want to forget something, hey, I don't want to." ”

At the moment when the pair of white jade-like slender hands were placed on the keyboard, the girl seemed to see a small figure running by hurriedly outside the window, it was a little girl with two cute ponytails, the drizzle was falling, and the dim street lamp reflected a little thin line, and the sound of dripping made people feel a little coolness unconsciously.

Abrupt. The girl rose from her seat as if she had lost her soul, and the old chair behind her fell to the ground diagonally, and the sudden sound seemed to be more attractive than the good music, so that the few customers in the store looked sideways.

The girl ran out of the café like a dream, chasing the lively and lovely figure in the rain, but it seemed that she would never be able to catch up.

The little girl went into a villa on the side of the street that looked to have been abandoned for many years, and the small white building in the courtyard was overgrown with weeds and beautiful roses blooming under it.

The rusty iron door was unlocked, and when I walked into the yard and opened the brown door, a smell of decay wafted from the house.

The girl hesitated for such a familiar door, she was afraid to see everything in the room, and her trembling hands grasped the door.

The door was unlocked, and with a slight push it opened, and there was an empty room, except for a dusty piano, and a bench in front of it stood crookedly.

Sitting on the bench, the little girl played the piano without saying a word, the melodious sound of the piano broke all the peace, the serious appearance, and the happy expression of the girl's heart as if pierced by an awl.

Beethoven's Serenade, this is the girl's favorite piece of music, and when it is over, everything is calm again.

This is the place where she first learned the piano in her childhood, and she has even forgotten the face of the teacher of enlightenment, but those happy times poured out from the depths of her memories like a tide.

Looking at the empty bench next to her, tears welled up uncontrollably, and the girl's sobbing voice repeated: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't become the person you think." ”

A few years later, in Vienna's Musikverein, a packed audience looked at the talented girl on stage, and today was her first time performing here, and she used her talent to impress thousands of audiences.

It is still the familiar white evening dress, and it is still the sound of the day, and the sound of the piano tells a beautiful story to the audience like words.

Don't give up on your dreams, as long as you are willing to put in the effort and sweat, the dreams will pay off for you.