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After the New Year's Eve dinner.

The main hall of the Jiang family's old house was bustling with activity.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on a huge LCD TV.

The exaggerated laughter of the skit actors, mixed with the sounds of elders cracking sunflower seeds and chatting, filled every corner.

Although the second aunt had just suffered a setback, she had now adjusted her mindset and was chatting with Jiang's mother about the latest beauty injections.

The old man sat in his armchair, holding the painting Wen Ning had given him. He liked it more and more as he looked at it, and was showing it off to his old comrade-in-arms via video call.

Wen Ning sat on the mahogany sofa in the corner.

Holding a cup of hawthorn tea to aid digestion.

She's a little full.

I'm also a little dizzy.

I was just offered a few glasses of fruit wine by some enthusiastic cousins. It wasn't very strong, but it had a long-lasting effect.

In addition, the heating in the room was too strong, making people drowsy.

"Tired?"

A deep voice came from beside me.

Wen Ning turned his head.

Jiang Ci approached at some point.

He took off his coat, leaving him only in a black turtleneck sweater with the cuffs rolled up.

Under the warm yellow light, she looked exceptionally gentle.

"A little."

Wen Ning said softly, "It's so noisy here."

Jiang Ci glanced around.

It's really noisy.

He has never liked such occasions.

In previous years, he would usually just show up briefly on New Year's Eve, then go back to his room to code after dinner.

But this year is different.

She's here this year.

"Come with me."

Jiang Ci put down his teacup.

When no one was looking, he quietly took Wen Ning's hand.

The elders, who were in the middle of their enjoyment, were not disturbed.

The two of them were like two cats that had wandered off.

Bending over, I slipped out of the bustling main hall along the base of the wall.

……

As soon as you go out.

A chilly breeze swept over us.

Wen Ning shuddered, his mind clearing considerably.

"Where to?"

She asked.

"I'll take you somewhere."

Jiang Ci led her by the hand, but did not walk towards the guest room.

Instead, we walked through two deep, winding corridors and circled around to the backyard.

It's very quiet here.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the front hall.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind through the bamboo forest.

The bluestone path underfoot was covered with a thin layer of snow, making a soft "crunch crunch" sound when you stepped on it.

Jiang Ci stopped in front of a detached small building.

This is a two-story antique-style wooden building that looks quite old.

The door lock is an old-fashioned brass lock.

He took a key out of his pocket.

"Click".

The lock is open.

"Where is this?"

Wen Ning curiously peeked out.

"My secret base."

Jiang Ci pushed open the door and turned on the light switch on the wall.

It is not a bright incandescent light bulb.

Instead, there were several warm yellow floor lamps, casting a soft and dim light.

The first floor resembled a storage room, piled with old books and sports equipment.

Jiang Ci didn't linger and led her directly up to the second floor.

The wooden staircase creaked slightly.

We went up to the second floor.

My vision suddenly opened up.

This is a huge attic.

The roof is pointed and very high.

Right in the center, there is a huge, sloping glass skylight.

The weather is great tonight.

Through the skylight, you can see the deep blue night sky and a few sparse, cold stars.

The room was simply furnished.

It could even be described as somewhat messy.

On the shelf in the corner, there were trophies and certificates he had won since childhood, as well as various sophisticated model airplanes and Gundam models.

Several programming books were scattered on the ground.

And right in the center of the room.

The location directly opposite the skylight.

A black grand piano stood quietly.

That's the famous Steinway.

A thin layer of dust had settled on the piano lid, indicating that it hadn't been played in a long time.

"This is where I lived when I was a child."

Jiang Ci released her hand, walked to the window, and turned the heating on to the maximum.

"Later I moved to the front, and this place has been empty. When I'm unhappy, I come here to hide away."

Wen Ning looked around.

This place is full of life.

It's as if you can see the aloof and cold Jiang Ci from his childhood, sitting here alone, assembling models and looking at the stars.

That was his most secret and tender inner world.

And now.

He opened the door for her.

"You can play the piano?"

Wen Ning pointed to the expensive piano.

Aren't these hands for coding?

Jiang Ci walked over.

He pulled a piece of velvet cloth from the side and casually wiped the dust off the piano keys.

Then, the piano lid was opened.

The black and white piano keys gleamed with an elegant sheen under the light.

"I was forced to learn it when I was a child."

Jiang Ci sat on the piano bench and tried two notes.

The pitch was okay; it wasn't too off-key.

"I haven't played for many years, so I might be a little rusty."

He patted the spot next to him.

"Come and sit down."

The piano bench is very wide.

There is enough room for two people to sit side by side.

Wen Ning walked over and sat down next to him.

The two were standing very close together.

She could smell his pleasant scent, mixed with the aroma of old wood from the attic.

"What would you like to hear?"

He turned his head and asked.

Wen Ning thought for a moment: "Anything. What can you play?"

Jiang Ci lowered his eyes.

Long, slender fingers rested gently on the piano keys.

He paused for two seconds to think.

"Let's go with this one."

Start.

Key drop.

There was no prelude.

A gentle, soothing melody flowed from his fingertips like water.

It's not some sophisticated or technically impressive classical piece.

It wasn't some kind of stirring symphony.

That's "First Love".

A classic song by Utada Hikaru.

On this quiet New Year's Eve, in this attic where there were only two people, the melody sounded especially tender and affectionate.

Wen Ning was somewhat surprised.

She thought he would play Chopin or Beethoven.

I never expected it to be such a... "popular" love song.

She turned her head to look at him.

Jiang Ci played with great concentration.

He lowered his head slightly, and the lines of his jaw appeared particularly sharp in the light and shadow.

Her eyelashes were long, obscuring the emotions in her eyes.

Fingers jump, press, and lift on the black and white keys.

Every movement was as elegant as that of a nobleman.

These hands.

They can write code that is priceless.

I can also peel shrimp for her.

Right now, I'm playing a melody about first love for her.

Wen Ning rested her chin on her hand and watched quietly.

listen.

Music has magic.

Those flowing notes, like invisible hands, gradually soothed the anxiety and unease in her heart.

This made her forget about the system's tasks.

They forgot about the pressure from the Zhou family.

They forgot that this was just a "plot" destined to end.

At this moment.

It seems like the world has been reduced to just this attic.

Only the two of them remained.

And there's the starry sky above, not dazzling, but gentle enough.

The song ended.

The last note dissipated into the air.

The lingering sound echoed around the beam.

Jiang Ci's fingers stopped on the piano keys.

It was not taken back immediately.

The attic was very quiet.

All that could be heard was their breathing.

A few seconds passed.

Jiang Ci slowly turned his head.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

They are very close.

Wen Ning could even see her own tiny reflection in his pupils.

His eyes were deep.

It was no longer the usual aloofness.

Instead, it carries a moistness and warmth that has been soaked in music.

"Does it sound good?"

he asks.

His voice was somewhat low and hoarse.

Wen Ning nodded: "It sounds nice."

"I didn't know you knew this."

Jiang Ci smiled.

He withdrew his hand and turned slightly towards her.

One hand rests on the edge of the piano keys, forming a semi-enclosed posture.

"This piano hasn't been turned on since I was in junior high school."

He said.

"I've only ever played this piece for you."

Wen Ning's heart skipped a beat.

This kind of "unique" definition is always the most deadly.

Why?

She asked instinctively.

Jiang Ci looked at her.

His gaze slid from her eyes down to the tip of her nose, and finally settled on her rosy lips.

Why?

Because I used to think playing the piano was pretentious.

He felt there was nothing worth expressing his emotions about.

But now we have it.

"because……"

Jiang Ci moved closer.

A breath brushed against her cheek.

"This is specially made to appease your girlfriend."

"As long as you're happy."

"From now on, I can play for you every day."