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Chapter 159 Huo Jingcheng, the Naturally Sociable One

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the deep blue curtains, signaling another bright and clear day.

When Su Ruoyun woke up slowly, her back ached. She supported herself with one hand behind her back and massaged herself, thinking to herself: I must never spoil Huo Jingcheng again.

Otherwise, he could have gone on from dusk till dawn. If it weren't for her desperate pleas, which only fueled his excitement, he might have...

She looked up at herself in the mirror, her porcelain-white neck flushed with an intense blush, even more pronounced than the night before.

Su Ruoyun sighed silently, turned on the tap, and let the flowing water wash her two delicate hands. She scooped up a handful of cool water and splashed it on her face.

In the sweltering heat of June, she was forced to wear a silk scarf.

The walk-in closet occupies an entire room. Exquisite wardrobes reaching the ceiling line three walls, with various accessories in the center—jewelry, expensive watches, and a full-length mirror covering half the wall…

The transparent glass cabinet doors allow for a clear view of the items, which are arranged neatly and orderly.

Because she had to carry the violin around, it wasn't convenient to wear a skirt, so Su Ruoyun chose a loose white shirt and dark blue wide-leg jeans.

She then opened a drawer in the closet and chose a wide brown belt as an accessory, along with a light green printed silk scarf around her neck, creating a simple yet sophisticated look.

There were many people in the band today, and she wore a simple, light makeup, just a thin layer.

Su Ruoyun went to the practice room, where the violin case was neatly placed on the rosewood violin table.

She unzipped the guqin case, carefully examined the instrument, then closed it again, and leisurely carried the guqin away from the apartment.

The Central Folk Music Orchestra is on Xiaoying Road, and the performance will be held at the History Exhibition Hall on the day of the performance.

The instrument arrangement and allocation of the Central Symphony Orchestra are gradually moving closer to the structure of an orchestra and becoming more digital, while the Shanghai Symphony Orchestra in the south brought AI-powered folk music to the stage last year, which was very innovative. In short... each has its own characteristics.

104th Anniversary/Symphony Concert. The rehearsal was long, starting at 9 a.m. and lasting until 4 p.m., with only dinner in between.

The other orchestra members were exhausted and left the rehearsal hall one by one, but Su Ruojun thought she should continue practicing and stayed in the orchestra building.

I practiced the piano until I was completely exhausted.

She was still practicing her instrument in the orchestra's practice room when she received Huo Jingcheng's WeChat message at 7 p.m.

To focus on her work, she placed her phone on the floor behind her.

She happened to get up to make tea in the break room. When she came back, she saw her phone light up briefly. She then walked over and found a new message pop up.

The practice room was empty except for a music stand and a set of tables and chairs. The overhead incandescent light illuminated the phone screen.

The curtains were not yet drawn, and the building's light, moonlight, and starlight filtered in.

Huo Jingcheng: [Still in the band?]

With a soft "tap," Su Ruoyun placed the teacup on the ground, keeping it far away from the guqin, afraid that she might accidentally knock it over.

She calmly sat down in the chair and sent an emoji.

Su Ruoyun: [Nodding obediently.jpg]

Huo Jingcheng: [When will this end? Have you had dinner yet?]
Two questions popped up in quick succession.

The moment the message popped up, Su Ruoyun raised her hand and touched her flat, slightly sunken stomach. Feeling a little hungry, she honestly replied, "Not yet."
Huo Jingcheng replied quickly: [What do you want to eat?]

Su Ruoyun slightly curled her lips and asked with interest, "[Want to be a food delivery driver?]"

[A billionaire CEO suddenly becomes my food delivery guy?]

Huo Jingcheng chimed in, "[Rebirth of an Orchestra Performer Falls in Love with a Delivery Guy.]"
It was getting late, and Su Ruoyun wanted to eat some light Jiangzhe cuisine.

The orchestra has a rule against eating in the rehearsal room. Although the rule could be compromised for her, Su Ruoyun didn't want the smell to fill the clean and tidy rehearsal room.

When deliveryman Xiao Huo arrived, she restored everything in the practice room to its original state, placing the music stand and tables and chairs against the wall.

Unlike the orchestra's daytime chorus of various instruments, the night gradually falls silent as the musicians depart.

Upon receiving Huo Jingcheng's message, she told him to wait on the first floor while she packed the guqin into its case and took the elevator downstairs.

As I walked out of the building, I could see a tall and slender figure in the distance.

He held the exquisite wooden food box in his hand and stood lazily at the door, chatting happily with the gatekeeper.

She was worried that he would have to wait too long, so she rushed out in a hurry.

Su Ruoyun could faintly hear Huo Jingcheng's lazy voice.

"Yeah, she's been busy and hasn't had time to talk to me lately," Huo Jingcheng said, making things up.

"It's almost July 1st, and the orchestra has an event. You family members need to understand; after all, it's a major event for the Party and the country, and it will be broadcast live on CCTV..."

Even the gatekeepers at public institutions are no ordinary people.

Huo Jingcheng smiled and said, "Of course I understand. As a family member, I support you 200%..."

Hearing his words, Su Ruoyun carried the violin case and jogged over.

Compared to other musical instruments, the guqin is considered a "small" instrument. It's not difficult to carry it while running, but it still made a "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound all the way.

She ran to Huo Jingcheng's side, grabbed his hand to cushion her fall, and ran breathlessly.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand and casually put his arm around Su Ruoyun's slender shoulder, then said to the security guard, "My girlfriend is here."

Under the streetlights, the gatekeeper squinted and sized her up: "Young lady, you look somewhat familiar."

They arrive the latest and leave the earliest, making it hard for them not to leave a deep impression.

Su Ruoyun understood the reason, chuckled twice, covered half her face with her ponytail, and secretly tugged at Huo Jingcheng's sleeve, signaling him to hurry up and leave.

Huo Jingcheng understood and chuckled softly, "Alright, sir, we'll be going now. I'll come back to chat with you again next time."

Distracted by this, the gatekeeper stopped arguing and replied with a smile, "Okay."

Parking is tight here, so Huo Jingcheng parked his car a little further away, requiring him to walk a few steps.

Su Ruoyun carried the violin on her right shoulder and held the strap of the violin case with her right hand.
As I stepped on the fallen Chinese scholar tree flowers, I thought to myself.

She started at the Central Chinese Orchestra, thinking she would make the guqin her lifelong career, but who knew that she would later go and learn tea.

Fortunately, both are listed as World Intangible Cultural Heritage of our country, and both can be considered cultural heritage.

……

As my thoughts wandered, I felt a strange sensation on the back of my hand.

Looking down, she saw Huo Jingcheng's right hand next to her left, and for some reason, the backs of their hands were frequently rubbing against each other.

The next second, a slow-motion movie began.

Huo Jingcheng hooked his long, slender fingers around her palm, then firmly gripped her hand through the gaps between his fingers, slowly pressing down on each of them one by one.

Their fingers intertwined, perfectly aligned.

The characters of deliveryman and musician are fictional characters in this chapter, and there is no ambiguity or prejudice towards the two professions.