Tong Yaoyao didn't know what was being talked about in the hotel.

She walked to a café.

The café is very large, the sign is wooden, and the color deepens after being wet by the rain, and there is a very peculiar sense of age.

The house is large, with two floors, and the lighting in the house is warm yellow, which is very warm, and the roof is also very high, and you can see the night sky when you look up.

It was a glass roof, which closed during the day to reveal a wall, and at night, the roof opened.

Now when I look up, it seems that the rain is falling from the sky, as if it can fall to the bottom of my eyes.

The second time was great for viewing.

But now the first floor is packed.

There was a wind chime hanging at the door of the café, and as soon as she pushed the door open, the wind chime made a crisp sound.

With the sound of rain, it is very beautiful.

Her arrival did not alarm anyone.

Because everybody here, their eyes are on one place.

A clear and sad tune came from the piano in front of the café.

Tong Yaoyao was short, and she couldn't see what was there, because the girls surrounded it tightly one by one.

Tong Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, she still had a dripping coat on her head, and now she put the coat down, carefully folded it and picked it up, and walked inside.

The one who plays the piano is definitely the captain.

Tong Yaoyao's music appreciation ability is still very strong, this song has a very gentle sadness, she seems to have heard it somewhere.

The more she went to the piano, the more people there became.

I could vaguely hear the small conversations of others.

"Wow the prince is here again, woo woo woo hasn't seen you in a long time."

"Don't you think it's vulgar to call the prince? He is a male god of e-sports. ”

"But when he plays the piano, it's very cold, what am I willing to call it?"

"Who of you knows what this song is called, listen to it."

"It's called 'The Street Where the Wind Lives,' and the song has a review on a music website."

As she spoke, she looked obsessively in the direction of Bai Yu.

Tong Yaoyao also followed her gaze, and somehow, she was also amazed.

Under the night sky, there is a small platform against the wall of the café, on which a white piano sits on the table.

Very expensive piano.

In front, sits Bai Yu in a black shirt.

His slender white fingers pressed on the black and white keys, his eyes lowered slightly, and an almost dreamlike sound poured out of his fingertips.

His hands are beautiful.

The appearance is even more exquisite.

His extravagance is not as flamboyant as Yun Zuofan, but very restrained.

From the side, it has a texture as white as jade but full of coldness.

The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and it looks very thin and cool.

He played the piano, and the warm and romantic atmosphere in the room seemed to melt away some of the coldness around him, but it also made people afraid to approach.

He played the piano just for himself.

All who looked at him knew.

He only came here because he wanted to play the piano and vent some emotions, not to please others, not to win attention.

He is immersed in his own world.

Tong Yaoyao listened to the sound of the piano and listened to the young lady next to her explain the song.

"The Street Where the Wind Lives"

The wind can't stay for the streets,

Nor can the streets follow the wind.

If the wind stops in the street,

Then the wind does not exist.

The wind is a passerby in the fate of the streets,

Streets are just signposts for the wind to pass through.

Don't argue about who stays for whom,

The streets where the wind dwells also dwells in the wind.

Leaving is a kind of helpless parting,

Not following is as embarrassing as leaving,

Who knows what the streets are all about.

(——From NetEase Cloud Music Hot Reviews)"

Next stop,

And the familiar streets.

That street,

The same as watching the wind that once lived here.

In fact

The wind has not stopped for anyone.

In this world, everyone is a passerby, and you know that this is the case, but you will still be sad.