Bab 159: 156: Come Back; mundane in its making but won't you come back?

Yan Hansheng was practising in the music room, strumming the chords of his violin as he played it slowly.

More often than not, he messed around with melodies, repeating a single not more than twenty times and playing whatever song came to his mind.

With a sigh, the musician stopped, putting down his violin as he stared at the wall in front of him, eyes blank as he sat in silence.

He was starting to miss FenXiang.

The painter knew how to play piano and violin, in the past few days he had accompanied Yan Hansheng in practices by playing with him.

With Lin FenXiang, he felt at peace. The turmoil in his heart and mind seemed to quell whenever he was around the man. The incomplete nature of his music tended to disappear when Lin FenXiang played with him.

He couldn't help but wonder... Why was that?

However, no matter how hard he thought, no matter how hard he looked for an answer, he found nothing. Thus, he was willing to put that matter behind him for now.