ㅤㅤㅤ⧼ Knots in one's heart can only be untied when 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 is fulfilled and all 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘵𝘴 are paid. ⧽ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ — 楊清源

》 overcame his hardships and sorrow. Yang Jian finishes his song and stays silent for a while, letting the atmosphere to set in for a while longer. “...It's called Erquan Yingyue, a song I grew up listening to. Do you find it enjoyable?” @enthernael

》 his legacy and life story are immortalized by the people moved by his songs. Yang Jian is one of those people, and he hopes that his performance may resonate in the young lady's heart, so there will be one more person who will remember about a blind musician who 》

》 But as the music goes on, the melody becomes comforting, for every hardship and sorrow too have their own end, one just have to be resillient to get through such dark times. This is the tale of its original composer who had long departed from the world of living, yet 》

》 he repositions his erhu on his lap and begins playing the rest of the song. The music is soft, with a hint of melancholy in its beautiful melody. One may portray someone standing near a water body which reflected the pale moon above, lamenting their hardships and sorrow. 》

》 his performance. “It's called 'Kangding Love Song'. Perhaps you have heard of it in some of your favorite video games.” @hungerchurns

》 imagines a town bathed in moon's silver light, a romantic tale between two lovers unfolding. As the music reaches its climax, the rhytmn escalates and when it ends, it leaves an everlasting spark in one's heart just like a fireworks show. Yang Jian exhales slowly, ending 》

》 performance of a world-renowned musician. He begins pulling his bow, a soft yet energetic melody soon forms into a music foreign to his listener's ears but fills his own heart with nostalgia and longing for Shu. Yang Jian cannot help but hum in suit, his eyes closed as he 》

》“But, you are not here for a history lesson, are you not? Still, I recognize your interest in it and as my show of respect, I shall play a song from my homeland.” The young man takes a deep breath. The night breeze passes by, the leaves rustle as if they are anticipating a 》

》“However, I understand that it's the easiest term to explain what an erhu is. It's the most famous instrument of its kin— the huqin. Highly favored for its versatility in many musical genres and can even be blended into modern music such as rock.” 》

WT: Totally not an Erha joke

WT: Soon we will be going down the path of Yang Jian 0.5, Yang Jian 1.0 and Yang Jian 2.0

》 they all be reunited, may everyone under this roof be blessed, and they all can return to Guankou. Mayhaps it's a mere wishful thinking, but he never gives up on it. Yang Jian and Xiaotian blow their respective candles and cheerful clapping fills the dining room. 》

》 watches as Yang Chan lits up the candles. His uncle and sister proceed to sing them happy birthday, hands clapping following the rhytmn. “Now it's the time to wish, erge!” Yang Jian closes his eyes and recites his usual wish: that his parents and brother are safe and may》

》 usually occupies, tongue hanging and mouth watering. Despite the temptation, Xiaotian stands his ground, doing its best not to glomp the cake in one go and wait for his master. It's best to not let them wait any longer. Yang Jian takes his own seat beside Xiaotian and 》

》box, it is smaller in size. She opens the box and reveals a small peanut-butter cake. One glance is all Yang Jian needs to know this is Xiaotian's favorite cake—or as the bakery's owner says, a pupcake. Xiaotian barks and jumps happily onto the empty seat where he 》

》of the cake.” “No, Xiaotian, you are not allowed to eat this. It's toxic for you.” Yang Jian sternly reprimands the dog to which he whines in return. “Don't worry, Xiaotian! We have prepared a special cake for you!” Yang Chan bends down to her left and picks up another 》

》upon hearing those comforting words, Yang Chan has always trying to be understanding of everything around her. Xiaotian's excited bark steals their attention, and their uncle laughs heartily, “Well, I guess certain someone in this house can't wait to eat his share 》

》prepared so much for me but..” “No, no! Don't apologize, erge!” Yang Chan hurriedly waves her hands. “You have been working hard, returning late is bound to happen. What's more important is that you finished your work and return safely!” His heart becomes warm and soft 》

》 sleepiness and neither out of sadness nor happiness. Her lips curve into a smile as she greets, “Oh, welcome back, erge!” “Meimei, I apologize for making you wait.” Yang Jian strokes her hair tenderly, eyes darting at the cake on the dining table, “The three of you had》

》world, her brows contort for a moment and relax the next, her eyelids slowly flutter open. “...Erge...” it takes a few seconds for her sleep-addled brain to register the situation. She slowly straightens her back, she blinks to shed a drop of tear, one created from 》