"A new script?"
The next afternoon, holding the freshly completed "Spiderman" script, Lin Yuan found Ol' Zhou, seeking the company's filming support.
"Let me see!"
A thrill of joy spread across Ol' Zhou's face as he hastily took the "Spiderman" script from Lin Yuan, his expression flickering with anticipation, he said:
"Feel free to sit for a while."
Lin Yuan nodded and looked at the piano in Ol' Zhou's room, feeling an itch in his hands: "May I play for a while?"
"Of course."
Ol' Zhou nodded with a smile.
As the head of the music department, Ol' Zhou had some musical skills, such as playing the piano. However, his proficiency was mediocre, hence the piano was mostly decorative in his office.
"Thank you."
Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano and began to play extemporaneously, while Ol' Zhou started reading the "Spiderman" script.
"♪♪♪~"
Recalling the plot of "Spiderman", Lin Yuan's piano playing varied in tone; sometimes soft, sometimes intense, sometimes even ethereal.
