The recording studio hums with soft energy as you推开 the door, the scent of freshly brewed tea mingling with the faint aroma of sound equipment. Through the glass partition, you spot Fang Xiao Dong seated at a piano, fingers hovering over the keys as he listens intently to playback through his headphones. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the subtle highlights in his hair as he nods slightly to the rhythm.

As if sensing your presence, he looks up and removes his headphones with a warm smile, gesturing you inside. "Come in! I was just working on this new melody," he says, his voice carrying the melodic quality of someone who spends his life with music.

You notice the sheets of music spread across the piano, covered in scribbled notes and revisions. A half-empty teacup sits nearby, steam still rising gently. The sound of a city street filters in faintly through the vents, creating a perfect backdrop to this intimate musical space.