Hello, after Wright has been absent for a long time. Now I'm back with Cube's fic.

And of course our protagonist is...

Lai Kuan Lin

"I really miss your laugh..."

Yu Seon Ho

"Guanlin, please stop crying. We don't like seeing Kuanlin cry at all."

While reading, it is recommended that you imagine an old white piano in a meadow where the grass is overgrown and dotted with flowers. And there are trees that are quite dry and have white toned leaves.

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'Sunho plays the piano so well'

'It's because we have good support from Lin.'

'Oh, if it weren't for me, you'd still be working hard at training.'

'Lin is also good at playing.'

'No need to change the subject'

'Hahaha, you yourself were the one who encouraged me to play the piano.'

'Sunho, I passed the piano exam in Grade 6.'

'Wow, congrats, I passed Grade 7 too.'

'When will I study Tanseonho?'

'Keep playing. It'll be in time'

'Then Seonho waits for us. We will study together'

'Um!!'

'Linnn, he's accepted me as a piano teacher!!'

'Congratulations, Sunho. I hope you've come true.'

'I want to teach Lin the first time.'

'I'm not paying you any money'

'You can not pay. But you have to feed me.'

'Then choose what you want to eat.'

'Sunho, come home safely. Look carefully to the left and right before crossing the road.'

'I'm not that big.'

'Be careful'

'Bye-bye'

'Go to the middle of the road and don't turn around.'

'It's okay.'

'Sonho!!! be careful!!!'

Year! Chrome

Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed Teed

'The patient has died'

The sound of his beautiful piano still rings in my head when I press the keys on one of the old white pianos in the garden that now barely makes any sound.

"Sunho..."

"Are you okay..."

"What are you doing..."

"Who are you with..."

"Are you happy..."

"Is anyone bullying you..."

"Have you eaten rice yet..."

"Did you have 5 full meals?"

"When will we come back to play..."

"I really miss your laugh..."

I slowly sat down on the old piano chair that was standing near the piano and placed my hands on the piano keys before playing the song that Seonho had taught me...again...and again...

'Lin, are you playing this song again? We're bored.'

'Well, we like this song. Besides, this is the first song you taught me to play.'

'Wow, really, oh, I played it wrong here again!!'

'Oh, where are the teachers who get into trouble with students?!'

'It's the teachers here!! Didn't I tell you to time your finger flips well? Why don't you listen?!'

'Teacher, don't get upset.'

Until now, I still can't play this part. Still playing in the same wrong place as before. The difference is that in the past I had Sun Ho to help fix it...

I continued playing without stopping as if I wanted Seonho to hear what I was playing. I kept trying to fix the parts I couldn't do and using the methods Sunho taught me, until now...

“Sunho, I can play now. You've successfully taught me."

I walked over and spoke to the cross-shaped stone stand near the piano in the garden. Yes...this is where Sunho is buried...and I still believe he must have heard what I said and heard my piano.

I looked up at the blue sky that was not obscured by clouds before speaking with warm tears streaming down my shoulders like a stream.

"...I miss you..."

"...I miss you so much, Sunho."

"Can't you come back to me just once..."

'Are you secretly crying again?'

'Well, I can't do this. No matter how much I practice, I can't do it. I'm tired.'

'I have to try to do it. How can I? Go wash your face and eyes. If you cry often, you won't be handsome.'

'Speak like you've never cried'

'can!!! I promise, I promise I won't cry again. You promise too.'

'Okay, I promise I won't cry.'

"...I'm sorry, Sunho..."

"...Sorry for breaking my promise, sir."

“Sunho, I'll play the piano for you. Songs that we helped write together Even if I continue the marriage until the end while you're not around..."

"I want you to know my feelings."

The song slowly progresses through the story as if it is slowly telling the story of how they met, played together, were happy together, argued with each other, cried together. It is a melody full of feelings and filled with memories of the two of them.

But as the song slowly passes, it becomes a song that expresses loneliness, loneliness, sadness and emptiness. It's a melody that no matter who listens to it, it feels like their heart is being squeezed until it's shattered. Of course, the author also included his feelings and spirit for his departed co-author.

The song progresses without the player feeling the spirit of his departed co-composer listening happily. Even though it is happiness filled with nostalgia At least the souls of the friends were aware of the feelings of nostalgia that the other person conveyed through each musical note.

The body of the little soul slowly walked to hug his dear friend who was continuously playing a song with nostalgia.

'Kwanlin-ah, you can do it. Really good'

Of course, the other party couldn't hear what the little spirit said. But hearts can communicate with each other even though they can't see their faces or hear their voices. When he played until the end of the song He got up and looked up again.

'Sunho, I'm so stressed.'

'You shouted to the sky the loudest in the world. Let your parents in Taipei hear this.'

'What kind of teacher are you? Really awesome'

"Sunho!!!!!"

"I miss you so much!!!!!!"

The tall young man shouted to the sky at the top of his lungs before raising his head and closing his eyes. Let warm tears flow from those sharp, dark eyes that rarely shed tears for anyone to see.

"Sunho..."

The young man mumbled to himself, not realizing that a little soul smiled through his tears and walked over to wipe away his tears.

'Lin, don't cry, you won't be handsome.'

The little soul spoke the same sentence from 3 years ago again. His own tears fell silently again. That's right...even spirits miss the times we had together. Even the soul cannot bear the feeling of nostalgia. So you can come often, but what about humans? There's no way to see a spirit. But they can feel it...they can feel how much we love and miss each other.

'Guanlin, please stop crying. We don't like seeing Kuanlin cry.'

"Teacher, chick. How can I stop missing you?"

The little ghost laughed a little at Kuanlin's use of a different pronoun than everyone else. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like it.

"Today the Woojins went to eat shabu at the university recruiter's favorite restaurant, but I didn't go. Do you remember why?"

'Because he promised me that we would always eat together.'

"...Because I promised you that we would always eat together."

The little soul's transparent body gently caressed his face and sharp jaw line. Well, I'm happy. Kuanlin remembered every word, every syllable without any glitches.

"I believe you're listening to me right now...Sunho..."

'Hmm?? Is there something wrong?'

"...Sunho...I love you so much..."