Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

You actually composed this music yourself? I'm so lucky to hear it!

Hua Youlin was both surprised and delighted, her eyes filled with undisguised astonishment. She had never expected that Chen Wenqi could compose music himself.

Well, actually I've already written several poems, and you're the first lucky listener to hear them. You're my first kindred spirit.

Chen Wenqi's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible smugness, and the smile in his eyes became even more genuine.

Really? Then I'll have to listen carefully; I absolutely can't let this unique sentiment go to waste.

Of course it's true...

Hua Youlin's heart instantly felt as if it were soaked in honey. That sweet feeling unconsciously spread to her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes, and even her breath carried a hint of sweetness.

As they were talking, the bicycle wheel suddenly rolled over an uneven patch of road, and the bicycle wobbled slightly, almost losing its balance.

Hua Youlin subconsciously reached out and hugged Chen Wenqi's waist tightly, her whole body softly pressed against his back, the faint fragrance of grass and trees lingering around her nose.

Chen Wenqi could clearly feel the soft touch of the girl's body behind him, as well as the faint, sweet fragrance, like the quietly blooming stamens of flowers in spring, which was refreshing and delightful.

Hua Youlin's cheeks flushed instantly. She belatedly realized that this posture was far too intimate and made her feel quite embarrassed.

But her fingertips just couldn't bear to let go—Chen Wenqi's waist and abdomen were strong and powerful. Leaning on him was like leaning on the most secure mountain in the world, and even her pounding heart felt at ease.

An ambiguous mist quietly spread between the two, carrying a hint of youthful excitement.

They tacitly remained silent, maintaining their posture and enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Hua Youlin wrapped her arms around Chen Wenqi's waist, her cheeks burning. Chen Wenqi rode his bicycle steadily, a smile on his lips, slowly heading towards Beihai Park.

It wasn't until the bicycle slowly came to a stop, and quite a while later, that Hua Youlin suddenly came to her senses, as if waking from a dream.

Her cheeks flushed, and she gently curled her fingers before reluctantly releasing her arms from around his waist, her fingertips still retaining a faint warmth.

Have we arrived yet?

Yes, we've arrived. Beihai Park is right in front of us.

A hint of reluctance, which Chen Wenqi was too embarrassed to say aloud, quietly swept through his heart—what young man or woman in the prime of their youth doesn't harbor a vivid longing for a better future?

Chen Wenqi parked his bicycle, carefully locked the latch, and checked it over before he felt at ease. Then he raised his finger and pointed to the ticket window not far away, and said.

I'm going to buy tickets. Wait here for me for a while and don't wander off.

Ok.

Hua Youlin obediently responded and followed him briskly, like a well-behaved little follower.

After buying two tickets, the two walked side by side into the park. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling warmly on them.

At first, they were a little reserved with each other. When they walked side by side, their fingertips accidentally touched several times, and each touch brought a little flutter to their hearts.

Seeing this, Chen Wenqi gently grasped Hua Youlin's hand. The warmth and dryness of his palm carried a reassuring power.

Hua Youlin didn't struggle to break free, but her face turned slightly red, and she turned her head to one side somewhat shyly, even the tips of her ears turned a faint pink.

Chen Wenqi could clearly feel the little hand in his palm beating faster and faster with his heartbeat, as if he were holding a little sparrow with fluttering wings, eager to try.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself: This girl is just so incredibly cute, making one want to cherish her even more.

Let's go boating. The scenery in the middle of the lake is the best, offering a panoramic view of the entire Beihai area.

Chen Wenqi held Hua Youlin's hand with one hand and pointed to the cruise ship dock not far away with the other, his tone filled with anticipation and his eyes full of smiles.

Great! I've wanted to go boating for ages. I've heard the center of Beihai Lake is especially beautiful.

Hua Youlin nodded vigorously, her eyebrows and eyes curving upwards. When she smiled, her eyes resembled two crescent moons, clear and captivating.

The two walked hand in hand to the boat rental counter, bought tickets, and rented a small, exquisite wooden boat with a faint scent of wood emanating from it.

Chen Wenqi stepped onto the boat steadily first, then turned around and reached out his hand to Hua Youlin on the shore, his palm still warm.

Hua Youlin carefully extended her small hand, but as soon as she stepped onto the boat, her foot suddenly slipped slightly, and she instantly lost her balance.

Chen Wenqi reacted quickly, reaching out to pull her firmly into his arms. The pull wasn't strong, but it gave him a great sense of security.

Hua Youlin happened to tilt her head back, and her soft lips brushed against Chen Wenqi's lips unintentionally, carrying a faint fragrance.

Her cheeks flushed bright red, as red as a ripe peach, so luscious and tempting, and even her breathing became a little rapid.

Hua Youlin secretly glared at Chen Wenqi, but there was no real reproach in her eyes. Instead, she was so shy that even her fair neck was flushed with a hot blush, making her extremely beautiful.

"Are you alright? Did you twist your ankle?"

Chen Wenqi leaned closer to her with a concerned look on his face, his voice soft and gentle, like a crushed cotton candy, so tender it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

"No...it's nothing, I was just startled. Thank you."

Hua Youlin lowered her head slightly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, like a mosquito's hum, and her fingertips unconsciously clutched the hem of his clothes.

"Hold on tight, I'll row slowly and make sure you can comfortably enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lake."

Chen Wenqi carefully helped her sit down at the stern of the boat. The two sat facing each other, and he slowly started rowing the boat, his movements gentle and steady.

The small boat drifted leisurely towards the center of the lake, the soft rustling of the oars cutting through the water carrying a gentle and tender rhythm that was exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, with clear blue skies and weeping willows; it's like a painting."

Hua Youlin gazed at the shimmering blue waves all around her, the weeping willows gently brushing the water's surface, and the hazy, picturesque spring scenery of Hainan Island in the distance. She couldn't help but sigh softly, her eyes filled with rapture.

"You are more beautiful than any scenery. In my eyes, no scenery can compare to your radiant smile."

Chen Wenqi spoke frankly and openly, his dark eyes brimming with an irrepressible smile, shining brightly as if they held the entire starry sky.

"He's glib and knows how to say nice things to make me happy."

Hua Youlin pursed her lips, a sweet smile spreading across her face, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised sweetness, her tone full of coquettishness.

"Do you often use this to coax girls? How many have you fooled? Confess!"

"I'm innocent, Youlin! This is the first time in my life I've ever said something like that to a girl. Heaven and earth can bear witness, every word was from the bottom of my heart, really!"

Chen Wenqi waved his hands frantically, his tone full of anxious innocence, as if afraid she would really misunderstand, his eyes wide open.

"Who would believe you? You talk a good game, but who knows what you're really thinking?"

Hua Youlin suppressed her laughter, deliberately putting on a straight face to tease him, but the cunning in her eyes was impossible to hide, and the corners of her mouth had already quietly curved into a smile.

"It's true, you believe me, I..."

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding. Why are you so obedient? You get so anxious when I tease you. It's so funny."

Hua Youlin finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out to gently push his arm, her eyes full of lively laughter.

"Didn't you say you were going to play the flute for me? Hurry up and take it out, I can't wait."

Chen Wenqi also laughed, the eagerness in his eyes slowly fading, leaving only tenderness.

He reached into his shoulder bag and took out a delicate, emerald-green bamboo flute—the bamboo gleamed with a warm luster, clearly made from old wood that had been carefully nurtured for many years, exuding a rustic and elegant charm.

Immediately, the melodious flute music rippled slowly across the clear lake surface, like a wisp of crumbled moonlight, drifting into people's ears with the gentle evening breeze.

As Hua Youlin listened, her thoughts gradually drifted away, and she unknowingly lost herself in the moment.

This piece is truly beautiful and moving, and Chen Wenqi's appearance while playing it is so handsome that it's impossible to look away.

That scene perfectly echoed the timeless line from the book: "A gentleman as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world."

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long, thick eyelashes casting a light shadow beneath them.

With fingertips lightly pressing on the flute holes, the nimble movements resemble a graceful and delicate dance.

Even the wind around him seemed to slow down, as if afraid of disturbing the beautiful melody flowing from his fingertips.

In a daze, Hua Youlin suddenly felt that Chen Wenqi seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious aura that did not belong to this era.

He was like a refined gentleman who stepped out of a faded old painting, making people want to get closer.

Yet, fearing to offend such elegance, she could only hold her breath and carefully observe the gentleness and clarity in his eyes.

The piece that Chen Wenqi played is called "The Original Scenery of My Hometown".

Although this piece was composed by a foreigner in a previous life, it completely followed the traditional Chinese five-tone and twelve-tone scale.

Therefore, what flows in the melody is the purest oriental charm.

It lacks the elaborate and ornate techniques of Western music, featuring only the five notes of the pentatonic scale (Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu) intertwined and interwoven.

It brews an overflowing tenderness and a faint homesickness.

Such a unique melody is almost impossible to find in this day and age.

However, its unique charm has not diminished in the slightest with the passage of time.

Instead, it's like a jar of aged wine that has been sealed away for many years; the more you savor it, the more mellow and lingering it becomes.

It evokes a beautiful and touching feeling that goes straight to the heart.

It seems that only such melodies can truly reveal the most authentic form of music.

It is never a deliberate display of playing skills, but rather a sincere outpouring of emotions from the depths of the soul.