After the nap.
He jingled a bell to summon a servant, who brought him a cup of milk tea.
Li Si Te (Liszt) sat in front of the upright piano, his emotions had calmed down, and the explosive inspirations had all dissipated, leaving only tranquility.
The sheet music of "For Alice" lay on the stand.
He was about to play a piece, to feel the sound quality of the new piano, and at the same time, to refine his personal sentiments. His fingers touched the keys, and familiar rhythms immediately awakened, as if driven by an internal force, his hands began to play on their own, and notes blossomed one after another.
The simple yet wonderful melody echoed in the study, and the thick walls provided excellent soundproofing, allowing him to immerse himself in his own world, to indulge as he pleased.
At the end of the piece, an intoxicated expression lingered on his face.
A moment later.
