On the hospital bed, Qin Hu opened his eyes, and the man who greeted him had a tall and straight figure and a brilliant face, exuding the unique temperament of Westerners who had lived in the West.

He was wearing a shirt and trousers, a sweater on his shoulders, two sleeves crossed on his chest, very fashionable and trendy, and his hairstyle was also carefully groomed.

He's still the same as he was decades ago, and he hasn't changed at all.

For a moment, Qin Hu had the illusion that she was still the same young girl, and she met an overseas Chinese man who had been living in Australia on a cruise ship.

There was a magic in the young man's smile, and the dimples that appeared when he laughed seemed to have a magnetic field, which attracted her deeply.

And he was attracted by the way she played the guzheng on the deck.

Growing up in the West, I am unfamiliar with oriental instruments such as the guzheng, but with the blood of Orientals in my bones, it is so kind to suddenly encounter this mysterious oriental instrument.

The oriental girl who plays the oriental musical instrument has a good-looking classical face that is more kind.

"Hello, Miss, my name is William." The young man stood in front of the girl playing the kite and introduced himself with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Qin Hu." The girl who played the kite was a little shy.

Since she was a child, she is good at dealing with guzheng, but she is not good at dealing with strangers, not to mention a strange young and handsome man.

On the cruise, they met by chance to gradually get acquainted, he came to listen to her play the zite almost every day, and would pester her to teach him to play the zither, until the cruise ship docked, he did not learn simple tunes, and even could not recognize the whole sound, because the drunkard did not mean to drink at all.

When the cruise ship docked, they separated, but he appeared in the Qin family's villa, in her life, in front of her family.

They fell in love, and he loved passionately and passionately, while she was subtle, probably because of the tutor of an artistic family.

He proposed to her to follow him to settle abroad, but she did not agree.

He said that she didn't love him enough, and when her father was just starting her guzheng career, she did shoulder the mission of working with her father to promote and inherit the guzheng art.

He returned to his country, married a wife and had children, and she, married to Guzheng.

Decades have passed in a flash, and if it weren't for this young man who was almost exactly the same as him appearing in front of her, her first love might have been buried in the depths of her memory with time.

"Auntie, I'm sorry." The young man politely apologized to Professor Qin Hu.

He sat in front of the hospital bed and held Qin Hu's hand, looking very polite, exactly like the man in his memory.

"Who are you, William?" Qin Hu's voice was hoarse and his smile was weak.

Even if her memories are mottled and pale by time, she still feels happy and sweet at the mention of this name.

"Auntie, William is my English name." Liang Dajun smiled humbly and politely.

It turned out that he was also called William like him.

In foreign countries, it is not uncommon for fathers and sons to have the same name.

"Your father's name is William, too, right?" Qin Hu said with a smile.

Liang Dajun was surprised: "Auntie, how do you know?" Auntie, are you a god operator? ”

Compared with his father, this young man is more flamboyant and less honest.

Qin Hu sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but ask Liang Dajun: "Your father, is he okay?" ”