Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 189 A photo of Nanfeng and Yumo (Happy Lantern Festival)

Nanfeng stared directly into Yu Mo's clear, autumn-water-like eyes, his expression remaining unchanged.

When it comes to managing facial expressions, he is definitely much better than Zeng Xiaoxian.

"Yu Mo...don't you also think Teacher Zeng is too outrageous?"

Nanfeng said with exasperation, "Given Teacher Zeng's situation tonight, anyone else would have already cleared the level."

"What if it were you?" Yu Mo asked with a smile, staring at Nan Feng.

"...Never mind what I said."

Nanfeng stood up and changed the subject, saying, "The show's over, let's go back and rest."

Yu Mo didn't care whether Nan Feng answered the question or not; she simply reached out her hand to Nan Feng.

"My legs are numb," she cried out in a sweet voice.

Although Nanfeng was helpless, she could only hold onto Yu Mo's plump, fair hands tightly.

With just that one handshake, he recalled a movie he had watched that evening called "Brotherhood of Blades".

Two lines from the movie left a deep impression on him: one was "I need more money," and the other was...

It's very moisturizing.

Nanfeng pulled Yumo up forcefully, but he didn't know if he used too much force or if Yumo's legs were really numb from squatting for so long. Yumo stumbled forward and fell directly into his arms.

It is indeed very moisturizing.

"South Wind, there's still beef in the refrigerator..."

Zhang Wei yawned as he walked out of the guest room. He sleepily saw Nanfeng and Yumo embracing tightly.

Yu Mo, her face flushed, nestled against Nan Feng's chest. She looked up at him with tender affection, her red lips glistening with desire.

If this scene were accompanied by some romantic background music, wouldn't it become something everyone would enjoy...?

Zhang Wei suddenly had a brain fart and started singing "My Life's Love".

[A sea of ​​suffering—churning with love and hate.]

In this world, it's impossible to escape fate.

【…】

It must be said that Zhang Wei's singing voice is surprisingly good.

Her voice is deep and resonant, her singing skills are superb, her emotions are rich, and her Cantonese is also quite good. It sounds much better than Zeng Xiaoxian singing in the bathroom every day.

Is now your time to sing?!

Nanfeng glanced sideways at Zhang Wei, her eyes sharp as knives.

Zhang Wei felt a chill run straight to his head, and he shivered: "Oh dear, am I sleepwalking?"

"You probably won't remember anything you see in your sleep the next day, right?"

Pretending to be sleepwalking, Zhang Wei no longer cared about the milk in the refrigerator. He simply closed the door and remained silent.

"Zhang Wei".

Nanfeng gritted her teeth and said, "I'll count to three. If you dare to stand at the door eavesdrop again, I'll kill you tonight to silence you!"

After the door was closed, there wasn't even a sound of footsteps, and the sound of my heartbeat didn't change from beginning to end. Do you think I couldn't hear it?

It's one thing for Meijia and the others to gossip, but you, Zhang Wei, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also gossiping?

Before the countdown to the south wind even began, Zhang Wei was heard hurriedly lying back down on the bed.

He tossed and turned in bed, muttering to himself, but he didn't dare get up again.

After dealing with Zhang Wei, Nanfeng looked down at Yu Mo, who was lying on top of him, and asked hesitantly, "Are your legs still numb?"

"Huh? Oh..."

Yu Mo hurriedly distanced herself from Nan Feng, coughed a few times, and started spouting nonsense: "Your chest muscles are pretty well-developed."

south wind:……

Yu Mo: ……

[Oh my god, what am I saying?!]

Nanfeng pretended not to hear and continued to change the subject, saying, "Well, it's getting late..."

"Oh right." Yu Mo only remembered that there was something she hadn't done today after being interrupted by Nan Feng.

She took out her phone and smiled slightly at Nanfeng: "Let's take a picture together, you promised me today."

"You haven't given up yet."

Nanfeng smiled wryly and said, "You saw the group photo we took at noon, and I really am not photogenic."

Yu Mo didn't take it to heart: "It's okay. Just like Mei Jia said, if the smile isn't enough, we can use Photoshop to make up for it."

"Alright." Nanfeng nodded with a wry smile.

Having agreed to Yu Mo's request, he had no intention of going back on his word.

Yu Mo pointed to the swing on the balcony, indicating that the two of them should sit there and take pictures.

Nanfeng sat directly on the far right of the swing chair, leaving most of the space to Yumo.

Yu Mo seemed oblivious to the large space Nan Feng had deliberately left for her, and she naturally and skillfully leaned close to Nan Feng.

Nanfeng smiled helplessly.

"What do you think of this special effect?" Yu Mo raised her phone and gestured to Nan Feng.

Nanfeng looked up and saw that he had grown a pig's nose on the screen.

He turned to look at Yu Mo, who also had a pig nose: "Your special effects... are really childlike."

"Is it not pretty? I think it's quite cute."

Yu Mo casually changed the special effect, and this time the two of them had a very cartoonish and dreamy crown on their heads.

Nanfeng was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Who would have thought that such a stunningly beautiful urban woman would like such childlike and cartoonish special effects?

Even Mika, who has a sweet and cute style, prefers more normal special effects than Yu Mo.

Nanfeng had a feeling that Yumo's photography skills were probably far inferior to Meijia's.

Seeing that Yu Mo kept changing special effects, and the style was going from innocent and cartoonish to childish and bizarre, Nan Feng quickly spoke up to stop him.

"Maybe... we shouldn't use special effects at all."

Yu Mo raised an eyebrow and nodded decisively, "That works too."

She turned off the special effects with a sigh of relief, only slightly turning on the beauty filter.

"Ready?"

Yu Mo held her phone high, subconsciously making a peace sign and pouting.

Nanfeng touched her forehead with her hand, what kind of photo pose is this that's been passed down from the 80s?

Damn, I almost forgot she's a post-80s generation.

He looked at Yu Mo helplessly, but his whole body stiffened when his gaze fell on the front-facing camera.

"Three, two, one, cheese!"

Yu Mo pressed the shutter button, then exclaimed in surprise, "Why didn't you take a picture?"

Nanfeng glanced at the small countdown timer on her phone screen: "Is it possible you selected time-lapse photography?"

"what?"

Just as the two were talking, the countdown reached zero, accurately capturing Nanfeng's helpless smile and Yumo's bewildered expression in the shot.

As for the effect of this photo...

Before Nanfeng could even get a good look at just how bad the photo was, Yu Mo had already deleted it with lightning speed.

This girl's photography skills are terrible, but she's quick at pressing the delete button.

"Yu Mo... to be honest, you haven't taken many selfies either, have you?" Nan Feng asked the question she had been wanting to ask.

"No way, how could I not know how to take selfies?" Yu Mo retorted guiltily.

But seeing that Nanfeng looked like he knew everything, she could only nod helplessly.

In fact, Yu Mo didn't like taking selfies when she was a child; to be precise, she didn't like taking pictures.

The reason is simple: she's fat.

Overweight people are often insecure; they rarely even dare to look in the mirror, let alone take selfies.

It's important to know that back then, mobile phones didn't have the fancy special effects and revolutionary beauty filters we have now.

If you're overweight, no matter how you take photos, you'll never look good.

That's why Yu Mo hadn't researched selfies before successfully losing weight, and naturally, she didn't develop the habit of taking selfies afterward.

"If you can't take selfies, why do you insist on taking a group photo with me?" Nanfeng hesitated for a long time before finally asking.

What do you think?

Yu Mo turned to look at Nan Feng, and said angrily, "Mei Jia and I are both friends, so why does she get what I don't?"

Nanfeng said helplessly, "Why do you insist on comparing yourself to Meijia?"

Perhaps at first, Mika did swoon over him the moment she saw him, but after spending more than four months with any handsome guy, she had long since gotten used to him.

Meijia herself was not interested in relationships with younger men, and had no such thoughts.

The two have a pure friendship without any ulterior motives, after all, they don't even have any scenes together alone.

Nanfeng didn't believe that Yu Mo couldn't see through this; she was simply using Meijia as a shield.

"This isn't about comparing or not comparing."

Yu Mo stubbornly raised her head, her eyes revealing a childlike willfulness.

"No matter what it is, if you give it to someone else, I must have a share."

Nanfeng remained silent, simply watching Yumo. The atmosphere between them instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Until the south wind gently nodded.

"it is good."

He can't make many promises, but this one is.

Yu Mo blinked, even wondering if she had misheard: "What did you say?"

"...I didn't say anything."

Nanfeng got up to leave, but Yumo held her back firmly.

"I heard it, I heard it."

Yu Mo smiled sweetly, like a child who had received their favorite toy: "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Come, let's clink glasses to seal the deal."

Upon hearing this, Nanfeng looked at Yumo with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

You seem quite adept at the etiquette at the dinner table.

Yu Mo suddenly realized what was happening and chuckled awkwardly, "I forgot we weren't drinking. Let's pinky swear then."

She raised her little finger toward the south wind.

Nanfeng sighed and smiled wryly, unable to figure out who was twenty-one and who was twenty-six between them.

But he still let Yu Mo take his hand and start making a pinky promise.

"Pinky promise..."

"Let's not read it anymore, it's too childish," Nanfeng said helplessly.

Yu Mo, whose gains tonight had already exceeded her expectations, decided not to care about such formalities and rather hastily stamped her seal with Nan Feng.

"Keep going, keep going, take pictures!" Yu Mo was full of energy this time, confident that she could take the most perfect photos.

That's right, Qin Yumo.

You can definitely do it!

……

"It still doesn't work..." Yu Mo said dejectedly.

Throughout the photo shoot, Yu Mo was indeed very proactive and energetic; however, attitude is one thing, and practice is another.

If confidence alone could accomplish everything, then countless college students wouldn't fail their final exams.

Logically speaking, as long as they don't take any unflattering photos from unflattering angles, even if they just closed their eyes and took random pictures, they should be able to produce at least one decent shot.

However, Nanfeng's habit of stiffening up whenever she sees the camera is too serious. The combination of Nanfeng with a blank face and Yumo, who is all smiles tonight, just looks strange.

Yu Mo asked curiously, "Didn't you look very happy in that photo you took at your wedding?"

"That time, the flower petals on the ground were blown up by the wind and hit everyone's faces. We were all laughing out loud. It was Xiao Hei who took the great picture."

Yu Mo thought for a moment and asked, "So, as long as you're not aware of the camera, you can smile just as well as usual?"

The south wind nodded.

"Then let's think of ways to distract you."

Yu Mo's gaze swept around, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you remember how we met?"

Nanfeng understood immediately. He got up and went to the musical instrument wall in the living room to take down a perfectly good guitar.

He sat back in the swing chair and casually tuned the strings.

As a few simple melodies played, Nanfeng's eyes revealed a hint of arrogance and defiance.

"Looks like I'm still got it," he said smugly, raising his head slightly.

Yu Mo touched the guitar in Nan Feng's hand: "This guitar looks more expensive than the one back then."

"Of course, the guitar you smashed was my first guitar."

"Actually, I just bought it because I was bored and wanted to learn how to use it, and also to earn some living expenses at the bar."

Yu Mo's lips twitched: "So you were just a beginner when you started singing at the bar?"

"It's alright, they won't be able to tell," Nanfeng said confidently.

Guitar is not difficult to learn, especially for someone like Nanfeng.

He looked up at Yu Mo and gently called out, "Miss Qin, would you please request a song?"

"Let me think about it..."

Although Yu Mo is a regular at bars, she is a complete music idiot, or rather, Yu Mo doesn't go to bars to listen to music.

She's been to countless bars, big and small, over the past year, all in an attempt to find someone.

Of course, alcohol is indeed a very good thing.

Yu Mo pondered for a moment, then gave up on finding a suitable song from her meager playlist.

"You should choose one yourself."

"Ideally, it should be a song that expresses your current feelings, like the song you played for me back then."

Which one?

Nanfeng was lost in memories. He strummed his strings and began to sing a cappella. His voice was like the free wind in the mountains and the carefree clouds in the sky.

"One person laughs, one horse gallops, one moon shines, and I am happy to rest my head on a lifetime of carefree ease."

"Mountains upon mountains, waters upon waters, clouds upon clouds, where can I return? I can only pole this boat."

Yu Mo said with a smile, "It sounds nice, but it feels a little less interesting than before."

That's because my mood has changed.

Nanfeng's gaze swept over 3601 and 3602 from a distance, finally settling on Yu Mo.

"I now feel that laughing alone and riding alone is still too lonely."

"If we're talking about how I feel right now..."

He gently plucked the strings, and a heavenly melody flowed from his fingertips.

"After the rain, dawn breaks over the riverbank; how many old boats and new passengers are there?"

"Distant mountains reveal bamboo groves and fragrant grasses, the morning breeze caresses the green banana leaves."

Nanfeng simply played the guitar and sang, without using any particularly advanced techniques or singing styles, yet her voice and melody complemented each other perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

He had seen many, many monsters in piano competitions of all sizes.

Some people are born with hands that even Chopin would envy, capable of playing the most complex piano pieces with ease.

Some people are exceptionally talented and can create music that impresses judges even at a young age.

Nanfeng may not be able to do all of these things, but he is still the undisputed number one all these years.

No matter what kind of music it is, no matter what kind of sound it has, once Nanfeng hears it once, the most perfect melody of that piece will automatically appear in his mind.

This perfection is so precise that he knows exactly when and how much force to strike the keys.

That's why, under Nanfeng's performance, even the simplest and most ordinary piano piece seems to possess a soul.

His hard work over the past ten years has been solely for the purpose of enabling his hands, which are not particularly gifted, to produce music that is infinitely close to the heavenly sounds in his mind.

The car accident left an indelible mark on Nanfeng's left hand, but it did not change his innate talent in the slightest.

Whether it's a piano, a guitar, or even just a gentle, soft melody from the south wind.

If Nanfeng so desired, the sounds he produced were almost perfect, heavenly music.

Yu Mo listened quietly, her entire being captivated by Nan Feng's singing.

"The plum blossoms have all fallen, marking the end of winter; the swallows, carrying the promise of spring, long to return to their nests."

"The scenery along the way, the people I miss... our love is far apart."

Yu Mo was stunned. She wanted to ask Nan Feng if she was among the people he cared about, but she was afraid that she would disturb the melodious singing.

"Willow-leaf oars splash peach blossom waves, cranes gaze into the distance from Tingzhou."

"Drink a cup of wine that retains the fragrance of time, sing a song that evokes memories."

"Songs echo through the mountains and rivers, echoing the burning passion of longing."

"Reading those two lines from last year's letter brought tears to my eyes again."

"Bathing in the warm sun by the water, my long-lost hometown in the misty waves."

"Hope you're doing well, you're always in my heart."

Yu Mo listened quietly, but this time she couldn't guess Nan Feng's feelings like she had last time.

What exactly was he trying to express by singing this song?

How to express one's homesickness?

Is this why he finally stopped wandering and stayed in Shanghai?

Nanfeng continued playing the melody, but gestured to Yumo with her eyes that it was time to take a picture.

Yu Mo quickly took out her phone and kept looking for a suitable angle.

When Nanfeng looked at the camera while immersed in the song, she still couldn't smile, but the stiffness of her expression was gone.

"Songs echo through the mountains and rivers, echoing the burning passion of longing."

"Reading those two lines from last year's letter brought tears to my eyes again."

Nanfeng continued playing the melody, but the singing abruptly stopped. He looked quietly at the camera, seemingly in agreement with Yu Mo.

Yu Mo frantically operated the camera, but it seemed she had accidentally switched to time-lapse mode.

The music continued to flow through Nanfeng's fingers, and Nanfeng silently sang lyrics unknown to others in her heart along with the melody.

[By the water's edge, bathed in the warm sun, I see the long-lost girl in my eyes.]

He looked at Yu Mo and gave her a warm, bright smile.

When Yu Mo saw Nan Feng's smile on the screen, she was stunned for a moment, and then she also gave the camera a beautiful and happy smile.

[Hope you've been well.]

【You are……】

[In my heart.]

"Click." Time and all the vibrant colors were frozen in this very moment.

I'm coming

Happy Lantern Festival everyone! Enjoy some sweet treats and sweet things this Lantern Festival.

There will only be one update today, because the pigeons are busier during the Lantern Festival than during the Lunar New Year, as the village holds a procession of deities during the Lantern Festival. Please be understanding.

Thank you so much.

However, once the Lantern Festival is over, the New Year celebrations will be finished, and Pigeon can start preparing for a big update next month.

This chapter uses three songs. The song in the middle, "Xianyun," is from 2021, but Pigeon thought it was appropriate and moved it over.

The remaining two are "My Lifelong Love" and "Swallows Return to Their Nest".

Pigeon did some quick calculations on the lyrics and kept the word count to 4988 to minimize the possibility of making money from the lyrics.

Finally, I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival, a joyous reunion, and all the best.

Sincerely, your friend Sweet Potato Pigeon.

(End of this chapter)