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Chapter 729 Prose Poetry

In the darkness, beams of car headlights occasionally streaked across the night.

Snowflakes danced wildly in the light.

A brief silence fell over the attic terrace, broken only by the rapid heartbeats of the three people.

The woman under the streetlights, her gaze piercing through the wind and snow, swept across their faces before finally landing precisely on Zhang Yan.

She nodded slightly, and a very subtle smile seemed to appear on her usually cold and aloof face.

Zhang Yan finally realized that she was Tang Song's driver.

Lin Feifei and Cheng Xiaoyue swallowed hard.

As typical artsy young women, they have watched countless movies and read countless novels.

But what I'm seeing now—

A snowy night, a luxury car, a mysterious and aloof woman, and a gift that came all the way here.

It is more unreal and more impactful than any fictional plot.

Moreover, all of this actually happened to their most ordinary friend, Zhang Yan.

"Yan Yan..." Cheng Xiaoyue's voice trembled, "That person downstairs... she, she's... the one who came to deliver something to you?"

"Ah."

Zhang Yan took a deep breath, but the biting cold of the winter night did nothing to calm her down.

Instead, it stirred up even bigger waves in the already turbulent sea in my heart.

Tang and Song Dynasties...

He actually sent the clothes over just because of a link I casually mentioned...

They even... specially prepared medicine.

How could he be so good to me?

From childhood to adulthood, Zhang Yan's life has been like a rootless duckweed.

The divorce of her parents, a childhood spent living with relatives, moving again and again to make a living...

She didn't have a truly stable home; she was always wandering, constantly trying to adapt to one new environment after another.

Throughout all her turbulent and uncertain years, the Tang and Song dynasties of her youth were the shining coordinates in her life.

Now, she stands in the light, feeling its warmth and embrace.

I felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right down!" Zhang Yan called out to the female driver downstairs, turned to go downstairs, then suddenly stopped, "Feifei, how do I open the lock downstairs?"

"I'll go down with you and open the door for you."

"it is good."

Coming to her senses, Cheng Xiaoyue immediately followed suit, saying, "I'll go down with you too."

Hurried footsteps echoed from the terrace, passed through the cozy attic, and descended the wooden staircase.

I glanced past the flowers and plants on the first floor, which exuded a faint fragrance in the night.

Lin Feifei ran to the door, took out her keys, and hurriedly opened the glass door of the flower shop.

"Whoosh—" The door was pulled open, and a blast of cold wind rushed in.

Upon reaching the sidewalk outside the flower shop, their steps instinctively slowed.

Upon closer inspection, the woman exuded an even stronger sense of oppression.

She was really tall, wearing a black coat and Doc Martens, her posture as upright as a javelin.

Zhang Yan felt that this person was not like a driver at all, but more like a highly skilled and aloof female special agent from a novel.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei instinctively shrank behind her.

Zhang Yan mustered her courage and took the initiative to speak: "Hello, I am Zhang Yan."

"Hello, Ms. Zhang." Her voice was as cold and capable as it was on the phone, without any extra emotion. "I am Mr. Tang's driver, Liu Jiayi."

Liu Jiayi took a few steps forward and handed over the shopping bag she was holding.

"These are the windbreakers that Mr. Tang prepared for your two friends. They are two different sizes, one S and one M."

She then handed over another, slightly smaller paper bag: "In this bag are the montmorillonite powder and hand warmers I bought. Mr. Tang instructed you to keep warm, drink hot water, and avoid eating raw or cold foods because of the cold weather."

Her conversation was concise and clear, without any unnecessary words, demonstrating a high level of professionalism.

"Ah...okay..." Zhang Yan hurriedly took the bags, feeling a sudden weight in her hands. She looked up at the woman in front of her, who was a head taller than her and had a powerful aura, and stammered, "Thank you so much for your trouble, especially since it's snowing...thank you!"

"Of course." Liu Jiayi nodded slightly, her voice clear and crisp.

An awkward silence then fell over the room.

The snowflakes were still falling softly.

Seeing that Liu Jiayi showed no intention of turning away, Zhang Yan didn't dare to turn around and go back into the store.

The two, one tall and one short, formed a strange standoff under the lamplight on this snowy night.

After a moment, Zhang Yan mustered her courage again and whispered, "It's too cold outside, and it's snowing. You...you can just go back. Drive carefully on the road."

Liu Jiayi shook her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over her two friends behind her who were peeking around, looking completely dazed.

"President Tang, please give your instructions." She maintained her businesslike tone, "Once your two friends have tried on the jackets, and if they don't fit, I will arrange for them to be exchanged for different sizes immediately."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei stared wide-eyed, their heads buzzing.

They quickly gleaned key information from Liu Jiayi's few concise sentences.

Good guy!
Just because we made a few jokes in the attic, tried on Yan Yan's windbreaker, and casually mentioned wanting a link...

Yan Yan's mysterious "gentleman" really did immediately send someone in a Rolls-Royce Phantom that looked worth tens of millions, braving the wind and snow, to deliver clothes of different sizes.

Even... if it doesn't fit, you can exchange it immediately?!
What kind of outrageous plot would you find in a domineering CEO novel?

Zhang Yan herself was completely bewildered by this turn of events, feeling dizzy and at a loss.

The overwhelming feeling of being cherished and valued so much even stirred a slight sense of guilt within her.

I feel that Tang Song is being a little too nice to me.

In the end, it was Lin Feifei, who had seen some of the world, who reacted first. She stammered to Liu Jiayi, "It...it definitely fits, no need to try it on, it's too...too much trouble for you."

Liu Jiayi's gaze remained calm. "This is my job."

Faced with her intense, almost tangible gaze, Lin Feifei quickly lowered her head, not daring to refute her further.

Zhang Yan bit her lip and followed her two friends back to the warm and fragrant first floor of the flower shop.

I opened the shopping bag and took out two brand-new black windbreakers.

“Yan Yan…” Cheng Xiaoyue pulled the still somewhat dazed Zhang Yan and hid behind a row of tall areca palms, her voice extremely low, “Your ‘Jun’… has he always been… this exaggerated?”

"I don't know either..." Zhang Yan blushed, her voice barely audible.

"Who exactly is he? This is like something out of a movie, I'm so scared." Lin Feifei patted her chest, feeling her heart still pounding.

Zhang Yan pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The two hurriedly changed into the same windbreakers as Zhang Yan and walked out of the flower shop's glass doors again.

Then I saw Liu Jiayi standing tall in the wind and snow, just like a javelin.

A thin layer of snow had settled on her shoulders and hair, but her expression remained stern.

"Miss Zhang, does the dress fit?"

"It fits perfectly, it fits perfectly! It's just the right size!"

The three girls, like students called on by a teacher, immediately stood up straight and answered in unison.

"Okay." Liu Jiayi finally nodded. "Goodbye."

After saying that, she didn't linger. She turned around, opened the door of the Rolls-Royce, and her tall, aloof figure disappeared into the car.

Goodbye! Take care on your journey! Be careful on your way!

With a deep, resonant engine roar, the Rolls-Royce Phantom silently entered the traffic and gradually disappeared into the snowy night.

……

The flower shop was warm as springtime, yet deathly silent.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, one on each side, surrounded Zhang Yan in the middle, staring intently at her as if she were an alien.

Zhang Yan felt uneasy under their gazes, lowered her head, and blushed, asking, "What... what are you doing?"

"Tell me the truth! Who exactly is this 'Jun'?!" Cheng Xiaoyue was the first to challenge.

"They sent clothes and medicine! And even sent such a cool female driver in a Rolls-Royce!" Lin Feifei chimed in, "Yan Yan, you...you weren't...being kept by some big shot, were you?!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Zhang Yan blushed and lightly slapped her. "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then who exactly is he? What's his name?!"

"...Tang and Song Dynasties".

"Tang and Song? Huh? That name..." Cheng Xiaoyue slapped her forehead. "I feel like I've heard it somewhere before. Wasn't it when you were in college, Yan Yan, that you often mentioned those two words in your poems and essays?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Feifei clapped her hands suddenly. "We all thought it was because you liked Tang and Song poetry, but now it seems the order was completely reversed!"

"It really is that guy I had a crush on in college!"

"Zhang Yan, what does your 'Jun' do now? Is that Rolls-Royce his car?"

"I...I'm not quite sure what it specifically entails either," Zhang Yan said weakly, her head bowed.

"No way!" Cheng Xiaoyue suddenly slapped her thigh. "Yan Yan, you have to call him right away. He gave us such an expensive gift, we have to call him in person to thank him, it's only polite!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up and fight! We want to thank them." Lin Feifei chimed in.

"No...that's not a good idea..." Zhang Yan's face turned bright red. "He's busy with work, I...I'll just send a WeChat message..."

"Sending a WeChat message is so insincere! A phone call is a must!"

"Hurry up and hit!"

Zhang Yan, worn down by their nagging, had no choice but to resort to her final trump card.

“He said… he’ll be done with work at nine o’clock tonight and will come to pick me up… you can tell him in person then.”

"Huh? He's coming?! Really?!"

"Oh my god, we can meet him in person! I really want to see what kind of person he is."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei's eyes widened instantly, and they excitedly grabbed her hands.

Having just witnessed the exceptionally elegant female driver, their curiosity and anticipation for this mysterious "male protagonist" had reached their peak.

However, a hint of unease and worry was evident in Zhang Yan's eyes.

Although she enjoyed the limelight that came with being cherished in front of her friends.

But she knew in her heart that Tang Song's real girlfriend was not her.

She was at most a "thief" who took advantage of the situation.

Therefore, she didn't dare to reveal too much information about Tang Song, and was even more afraid that he would have more contact with her friends in Yancheng in the future.

This will definitely cause him trouble.

Back in the attic, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Like a mother hen, Cheng Xiaoyue immediately opened the medicine bag, carefully read the instructions, and watched as Zhang Yan drank the montmorillonite powder.

Lin Feifei thoughtfully tore open a heat pack and stuffed it into Zhang Yan's sweater without saying a word, pressing it against her lower abdomen through her thermal underwear.

The three of them sat around the warm grill, continuing their barbecue party.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei's attention was entirely focused on Zhang Yan's love story.

As they ate, they turned into curious children, asking about every little detail.

Zhang Yan gradually opened up, and they mostly talked about stories from her junior high school days.

A shy girl, an awkward situation, a warm cup of walnut milk, and a boy who stands up for her when she's being bullied...

On the back seat of the bicycle, the girl's wind-blown school uniform held the biggest secret of her youth.

The snow outside the window is falling heavier and heavier.

The atmosphere in the attic became warmer and more expectant because of the mysterious male protagonist who was about to arrive.

……

Yunxi Building, 30th floor.

The interior of Songmei Clothing was brightly lit, with a lively and fiery atmosphere.

The huge open-plan office area has now been transformed into a temporary command center.

On the huge LED data screen in the very center.

The GMV (Gross Merchandise Volume) figures are beating at a heart-pounding pace.

"Mr. Tang."

Operations Director Zhang Wen walked over with two cups of coffee and handed him one.

"The data is very good. At this rate, we should have no problem breaking 30 million in total sales tonight."

“Hmm.” Tang Song took a sip of coffee. “After Double Twelve, your operations team should immediately form a special task force to work closely with General Manager Gao and participate deeply in the AI ​​integration project. From user data modeling and intelligent product selection to personalized recommendations and AIGC content production… I hope that by the end of the year, we can see AI permeate every aspect of our operations.”

Zhang Wen was deeply moved and nodded vigorously: "Understood! President Tang! I guarantee I will complete the mission!"

Just then, Li Yueran, the product selection director, walked over quickly in her high heels, her face showing a hint of urgency: "President Tang, Director Zhang, there's been a small problem."

"what happened?"

“We’re running low on stock of several SKUs in our main ‘Warm Fleece Series’,” Li Yueran said, handing over the tablet.

Tang Song took the tablet, glanced at it briefly, and his eyes flickered.

From "Double Eleven" to today's "Double Twelve," with the unexpected surge in popularity of windbreakers, He Yiyi's widespread online fame, and the massive traffic generated by "Su Yu's style"...

Today, Songmei Apparel has firmly established itself as a near-leading player in China's vertical apparel e-commerce market.

But if they want to go further, they need to completely break free from the "traffic-driven" model and transform into a truly modern fashion group.

The supply chain is the first hurdle that must be overcome.

The first challenge is optimizing and diversifying the supply chain.

In this regard, he does need to make adjustments, as described in the "Fourth Phase Growth Plan Tasks," to fully integrate the four major systems of CRM, ERP, SCM, and BI to form a unified brand middle platform.

After discussing a temporary solution for emergency inventory allocation with the two, Tang Song stood quietly in front of the data screen, lost in thought.

At this moment.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone rang.

[Minor Snow]

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, walked to a quiet conference room, and answered the phone.

"Good evening, Mr. Tang." Lin Muxue's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong, Xiaoxue?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to check if you're tired from work. I watched Yiyi's live stream today, it's Double Twelve, and the data is amazing."

"Hmm." Tang Song smiled. "Have you finished dealing with things in Chang'an?"

"Yes, everything is taken care of. I'm returning to Yancheng tomorrow. The private jet flight to the French Manor has also been arranged."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all, serving President Tang." Lin Muxue replied playfully, then paused, her voice suddenly becoming very soft and earnest: "President Tang, I love you."

Tang Song paused for a moment, then softened her voice: "Yes, I love you too."

"That's all for now." Lin Muxue on the other end of the phone seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, her voice becoming cheerful again. "Bye, Mr. Tang, I won't bother you any longer!"

"Bye-Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Song vaguely sensed that Xiaoxue's mood was a bit off tonight.

However, he wasn't sure if it was her emotional state due to returning to her hometown, or if she had something else on her mind.

Let's wait until she comes back and we meet before we talk.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, I saw two more unread messages.

Shen Yuyan: "Boss, I've basically finished familiarizing myself with the situation in the Xuanji Light Realm. I've sent the summary to your email. I'm returning to Yancheng tomorrow, and I look forward to having another in-depth discussion with you (#muah)"

[Lele: "Brother! I'm back in Yancheng! Sister Xiaojing picked me up at the station herself. We're having dinner at Teacher Jiang's house now. Don't worry, starting tomorrow, I'll seriously supervise Teacher Jiang's weight loss! (#Striving)"] Looking at these successive messages of "returning to Yancheng," Tang Song's face showed a gentle smile.

He also has a deep attachment to this city that holds so many of his memories and emotions.

I replied to both of their messages.

His gaze unconsciously drifted out the window.

Fine, white snowflakes are gently falling from the dark night sky.

The snow is getting heavier...

Zhang Yan must be very happy now; she has always wanted to see snow in the north.

Tang Song chuckled softly, turned around and walked back to his office, putting on the coat hanging on the hanger.

While dialing Liu Jiayi's number, he walked towards the elevator.

……

On the attic terrace, the charcoal fire had long since died out, leaving only a few dark red embers that flickered intermittently.

The three girls huddled in the warm attic, wrapped in wool blankets that Lin Feifei had somehow found.

Zhang Yan held a cup of honey grapefruit tea, looking down as she flipped through the old books collected by Lin Feifei, her cheeks flushed with a lovely blush under the warmth of the heater;
Lin Feifei held the wooden guitar, strummed the strings, and softly sang her favorite folk song from college.

Cheng Xiaoyue leaned back in the beanbag chair, humming along while filming a heartwarming video on her phone.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to their carefree college days.

The song is over.

Lin Feifei put down her guitar and teased, "Yan Yan, you're still the same as ever. You listen to the songs so intently, but you never sing along."

Zhang Yan blushed and whispered in defense, "I... I don't sing well..."

"Hey, it's already 8:30." Cheng Xiaoyue glanced at the time, her face revealing an undisguised gossip. "Hey Yan Yan, why isn't your 'Jun' here yet? If he doesn't come soon, we're going to kidnap you."

Zhang Yan hurriedly said, "He said he would be busy until nine o'clock before he finished work."

"Oh—it's nine o'clock." Lin Feifei drawled, "Then this last half hour must have felt like an eternity for someone."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

Of course, along with their excitement, a faint sense of worry also arose in their hearts.

They knew Zhang Yan too well; they knew about her difficult life from childhood and her introverted personality and inability to say no.

A girl whose emotions are as pure as a blank sheet of paper is too easily deceived by scumbags with bad intentions in today's complex society.

With the other party making such a big show of things, who can really say whether it's genuine or not?

When I meet him in person later, I have to question him thoroughly, which is also a way of vetting my friend.

"The snow is falling heavily again!"

Lin Feifei looked out the window, put down her guitar, and excitedly ran to the terrace.

He grabbed a handful of the soft, newly accumulated snow from the railing, turned around, and threw it at Cheng Xiaoyue with a mischievous grin.

"Ah! Lin Feifei, you ambushed me!" Cheng Xiaoyue screamed as a snowball exploded on her. The icy touch made her shiver, and she immediately rushed out to join the battle.

Snowballs flew everywhere, laughter and screams rose and fell, and soon affected the innocent Zhang Yan.

"Hey! Stop fooling around! Hey..."

Her face flushed, she hurriedly covered her hair and dodged left and right in the attic.

But in the end, she couldn't escape it and was cornered by her two mischievous friends, her hair and clothes covered with glistening snowflakes.

at this time.

Cheng Xiaoyue, who was clutching a large snowball and preparing to launch a full-scale attack, suddenly froze.

She leaned half her body over the railing and looked towards the east side of the street. Then, she exclaimed in a distorted voice, "Rolls-Royce! Another Rolls-Royce Phantom?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan and Lin Feifei's playful banter abruptly ceased.

Almost simultaneously, they rushed to the edge of the terrace and looked in the direction Cheng Xiaoyue was pointing.

Bright headlights pierced through the thick snow and fog, and a powerful black sedan slowly drove up.

"I can't see the license plate clearly. Is it the same car as before?" Lin Feifei's eyes widened.

"I don't know, but it looks like it... After all, you only see this kind of car a few times a year."

"Yan Yan, didn't you say... he wouldn't be here until nine o'clock?"

Zhang Yan was also completely stunned. She leaned out and stared intently at the Rolls-Royce that was getting closer and closer, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Is it him? Did he arrive early?
Under the watchful eyes of the three, the car finally came to a steady stop in a parking space on the side of the road.

Zhang Yan could no longer hear her best friends' exclamations.

In her eyes and in her heart, there was only the car downstairs, its reflection shimmering in the streetlights and the snow.

Immediately afterwards, the driver's side door was pushed open.

The tall and lithe Liu Jiayi walked out.

He quickly walked around to the back and opened the iconic suicide doors.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei stared wide-eyed at the car door, forgetting to even breathe.

Here it comes! It's finally here!
"Bang—" The black ten-ribbed umbrella opened, blocking the falling snowflakes and cutting off the view from the terrace.

The next second, a pair of gleaming brown leather shoes stepped onto the snow.

What followed was a pair of long legs encased in dark gray slim-fit trousers.

The edge of the umbrella drooped down, obscuring his face, but it couldn't hide the noble aura that emanated from within.

Liu Jiayi stood respectfully to the side, whispering something, and he nodded slightly.

Her upright figure and elegant posture evoke a sense of wonder and elegance.

The car door closes.

Two clear rows of footprints were left on the snow.

Their gaze followed the mysterious black umbrella all the way down to the flower shop.

Because their view was blocked, they could never see the person's face.

Cheng Xiaoyue's face flushed red from holding it in. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she took a deep breath and blurted out to the people downstairs, "Zhang Yan is here—!"

Downstairs, the black umbrella paused slightly, then lifted and tilted to the side.

The person under the umbrella was finally fully exposed to the lights of the snowy night.

He was wearing a dark cashmere double-breasted suit, revealing a fine black turtleneck sweater underneath.

His deep eyes shone with light.

Under the warm yellow glow of the streetlights, her skin appeared almost cool-toned white.

My gaze passed over the wind and snow and met Zhang Yan on the terrace.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Zhang Yan".

The falling snow seemed to pale in comparison to his smiling face.

Zhang Yan, standing on the terrace, bit her lower lip and waved vigorously at him, "Tang Song."

Before she finished speaking, she turned and ran downstairs.

The hurried footsteps faded away in the stairwell.

In the attic, only the sound of gasps for air could be heard.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei stood there stunned, as if they had been shot.

During their adolescence, the vague images of novel male protagonists that they had sketched countless times in notebooks and in their bedtime fantasies suddenly had clear and concrete prototypes at this moment.

He's the kind of guy you'd be willing to take a longer route, pretending to go get water, just to catch a glimpse of him on your way to school.

She would stay up all night praying to be assigned to the same group as him;
He's the kind of male classmate who makes the sunlight outside the window look especially beautiful just because he sits by the window.

Oh my God!

This is Yan Yan's "Lord"?!

In their memories, what kind of person was Zhang Yan?

She was the girl who would only order one vegetarian dish in the cafeteria to save two yuan;

She was the girl who would blush for ages and speak in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz when called on by the teacher to answer a question in class;
She was that girl who always stayed quietly in the corner during club activities, never daring to speak to strangers...

She's like a little animal that's used to hiding itself.

Quiet, harmless, and even needing constant protection.

But now.

She actually found a boyfriend like that? And she's having such a romantic relationship.

The sudden sense of disorientation almost caused their brains to shut down.

By the time the two came to their senses, Zhang Yan had already run into the snowstorm downstairs, where her "Jun" hugged her and spun her around.

Zhang Yan blushed and lowered her head without saying a word.

Then, the two figures disappeared behind the door of the flower shop.

"I...I swear!" Cheng Xiaoyue finally blurted out after holding it in for a while, "Feifei, am I dreaming?"

“I also think I might be dreaming…” Lin Feifei murmured.

They returned to the warm attic in a daze, and as soon as they entered, they were met by Tang Song walking in. Both of their cheeks flushed red at the same time.

"Ahem." Cheng Xiaoyue coughed twice on purpose to cover up her embarrassment.

Tang Song raised his head, a graceful and composed smile on his face. "Good evening, ladies. My name is Tang Song, and I am Zhang Yan's boyfriend. Thank you for taking such good care of her."

Upon hearing Tang Song refer to himself as her "boyfriend," Zhang Yan immediately lowered her head and nervously clasped her hands together in front of her.

"Ah! You, hello, hello!"

"My name is Lin Feifei!"

"My name is Cheng Xiaoyue! Thank you so much for that windbreaker!"

"Yes, yes, yes! That's too expensive!"

His demeanor, speech, temperament, and his strikingly handsome face, which was even more impressive up close.

This instantly broke the defenses of Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, two artsy young women, who were so nervous that they could barely speak.

"It's okay, you're Zhang Yan's best friends, as long as you like it."

Tang Song looked around the cozy and lovely attic.

Flowers, books, musical strings, and warm lights intertwine to create a soft and inviting atmosphere.

"This place is beautiful and tasteful."

"Ah... thank you, thank you!" Lin Feifei smiled shyly. "It's just something I mess around with all the time. Um, would you like something to drink? I have coffee and tea here."

"No need to be polite." Tang Song casually picked up a can of Coke from the table and shook it gently. "This will be fine for me."

The four people sat down in the attic.

At first, the atmosphere was indeed a bit awkward.

However, as Tang Song made a few jokes about Zhang Yan, his perfectly timed composure and humor quickly dispelled the awkwardness in the air.

Then, following the book in Zhang Yan's hand, he chatted with them about books, essays, and poems, his tone gentle and his demeanor naturally revealing a respectful listening attitude.

Lin Feifei and Cheng Xiaoyue gradually relaxed.

Laughter returned to the attic.

At some point, the conversation turned to music.

Tang Song's gaze fell on the violin hanging on the wall. "Feifei, do you often play the violin?"

"Ah, no, no." Lin Feifei quickly waved her hand, her face turning red. "I just learned it for a while before, but I've gotten rusty now."

Tang Song smiled and asked in a calm tone, "Can I borrow it for a moment?"

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

"Of course!" Lin Feifei blurted out.

Tang Song turned around, looked at Zhang Yan's almond-shaped eyes filled with doubt, and rubbed her head. "Didn't you really like the song 'Country Road' from 'Whisper of the Heart'?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Yan nodded subconsciously.

“Coincidentally, this is also an attic,” he smiled mysteriously. “Would you like to experience it live? It’s completely different from hearing it through a stereo.”

Zhang Yan stared at him blankly, suddenly realizing what he was about to do, but her heart was already racing.

"You...you can play the violin?"

“If you want to hear it, I will.” He blinked, walked over, and picked up the violin.

Zhang Yan's face instantly flushed, and she stammered, "...I want to."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei watched this scene, feeling as if they had been force-fed a sour and bitter dog food.

“Come on, let’s go to the terrace. We can watch the snow and listen to the zither.” Tang Song took Zhang Yan’s delicate little hand.

He led her through the warm yellow light of the attic and into the silvery night.

Behind them, the doorbell jingled softly in the wind, and two envious people were left standing there.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei exchanged a glance and followed them out.

A guy like Tang Song is deadly just by existing.

What's more, they are artistic young women, who can resist such an atmosphere?

……

On the terrace, the snow was falling even harder.

Tang Song pulled Zhang Yan to the center of the terrace and stood in front of her.

He gracefully slung the violin over his shoulder, tilted his head slightly, and his deep gaze met hers.

The night is silent.

In the interplay of warm light and snowy light, his lines appear both austere and gentle.

She looked as if she had stepped out of a prose poem.

Zhang Yan was completely mesmerized.

With a slight twitch of his slender fingers, the bow lightly touched the strings.

A melodious tune pierced the night as "Country Road" began to play softly.

That wasn't the intermittent notes Lin Feifei played during practice, nor was it the slightly immature performance by the young boy in the movie.

It is an impeccable, top-notch skill.

The music flowed like the wind sweeping through the valley, or like a whisper in the snow.

The notes were sometimes light and graceful, sometimes passionate, as if telling a story about dreams and love.

The world stands still.

All that's left is the music, the snowflakes, and him.

His gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed only on her.

I approached her step by step, circling around her gracefully.

Snowflakes followed his figure, intertwining with the vibrant musical notes, dancing gracefully around her.

Zhang Yan stared at him blankly.

When the music plays for me.

The snow from the north finally fell on my shoulders.

I just realized.

That snowy country road that I walked for a long time.

Its end point.

It's always been you.

(End of this chapter)