At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

That's a kind of...

[A look of utter despair?]

as predicted……

When the host announced:

"The second piece is Miss Youyou's original piano piece, 'Song at the Bottom of the River,' which tells the story of the recurring images that flash through her mind a few seconds after falling into the river and before she drowns..."

Su Che and Yu tide couldn't hold back their expressions any longer.

"What's the story behind her work...?"

"I'm a little curious about the name of her third song."

"By the way, are all the pieces she plays original compositions?"

"Yes, after all, a composition genius would disdain to cover other people's work."

"..."

The sound of the piano rang out again.

This piece is different from the previous one; it follows a style that progresses from stillness to movement, from entanglement to frenzy.

It's like a person standing on the riverbank, hesitating whether to jump, and ultimately actually jumping in, only to be pulled from the riverbed at the last second and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment...

No, why does it evoke such vivid imagery?

Su Che strongly suspected that the piece was based on real life.

The magnificent grand piano tone, combined with the medieval Gothic melody, creates an eerie and peculiar musical movement.

The melody was long and drawn out, so long that it seemed to tell a series of stories, a series of scenes.

They formed the lens, presenting scene after scene to the audience below the stage.

"Cheche, I think the older sisters on stage are very impressive; they're the kind you'll never forget after just one look."

An Qing, sitting on the left, suddenly spoke up.

"How to say?"

"You told me to pay attention to her stage presence before, and judging from her performance, she has a fantastic stage style. Even when she's sitting, she exudes a sense of rhythm, which, combined with the music, is absolutely beautiful."

The girl focused all her attention on Youyou's performance.

Such attentiveness earned Su Che's silent approval.

"Hmm, I rarely see such formal attire. It seems to be... British style?"

"Yes, yes, I think Lolita might be especially suitable for her in her daily life."

"!"

Su Che felt that An Qing's words made a lot of sense.

She is quite authoritative when it comes to fashion.

"I wonder if Cheche likes this style..."

"me?"

"Yes, I was thinking, if you have other preferred styles of clothing, you can tell me privately, don't be shy..."

"what……"

"As for me, I am open to changing my style of dress for someone. For example, if you like maid outfits, I can try them all."

The performance on stage was not over yet.

An Qing, who was beside him, whispered such seductive words in his ear.

As stated in "Qingyu": "Serious occasions are more suitable for fostering ambiguous relationships."

This means that when everyone else's attention is elsewhere, seizing such an opportunity often leads to unexpected gains and significant benefits.

Sure enough, Su Che, who had been numb, felt a slight itch in his heart after hearing her words, like a cat's claws scratching his palm. He couldn't help but start reflecting on his own fetish—

"I don't think I've ever paid much attention to this kind of thing."

"That won't do. It's said that if you don't face your own needs, you'll always be in a state of repression, and you'll easily become... like the lady on stage."

An Qing's eyes flickered, implying that Wu You's ability to compose such a piece likely meant she was a hermit.

"is it?"

Does suppressing oneself lead to the growth of various negative emotions?

Su Che thought for a moment,

It was indeed found.

When he was little, no one paid attention to him. The only maid by his side planted a concept of service in his heart.

But this kind of fetish can't be brought up in public, and it's even more important not to mention it in front of An Qing.

Now that the girl is asking questions, even in academic exchanges, Su Che finds it difficult to be direct with her.

Even if I share it with Blank, it's not appropriate to tell An Qing directly.

This was what he was thinking, but he couldn't say why.

"You're already doing great. I think you should just stay true to yourself."

They uttered grand and beautiful words.

An Qing wasn't stupid; she pouted and turned her head away.

Muttering to himself:

"If this makes you happy, we wouldn't be in this relationship anymore."

-

……

Time flies, and the performance is drawing to a close.

Wu You's recital will feature a total of eight piano pieces. The first four are solo pieces, while the last four are large-scale pieces with string accompaniment.

This was the first time Su Che had ever witnessed such an elegant setting.

The exhilarating anticipation culminates in the final, perfectly rounded note of the piano.

The entire audience stood up and gave Wu You on stage a warm round of applause as a sign of respect.

"Dear audience, thank you for listening to me tonight. Ms. Wu's solo recital is now coming to a successful close. There will be an event afterwards, so please stay tuned—"

People seated at number 8 in each row can later line up in front of the autograph room to get a signed copy of Ms. Wu's autograph as a lucky prize.

"!What?!"

These words caused a stir among the audience.

Everyone immediately checked their ticket stubs; the audience in row 8 were beaming with joy.

Most of those who were not selected shook their heads in regret and sighed.

Lin Xiao also looked at the ticket stub and found that she was number 6.

An Qing is number 7 to her right, Su Che is number 8, and Yu tide is number 9.

So Su Che gave his ticket stub to Yu Xi—

"Isn't she your idol? Here, go ask her for her autograph. As for me, I don't need it."

He said.

"Ah...is this okay?"

Yu tide was quite surprised, raised her arm, but did not immediately retract it.

"Yes, you played the piano very well, and I admire that, but unfortunately, it's not to the point where I can worship you."

Su Che said calmly, "In fact, I look forward to the day when you surpass her. I think that day is just around the corner."

"!"

These words made Yu tide turn her head away, her face flushed.

"Junior, you're so naughty."

She reached out and took the number 8 ticket, which radiated an astonishing heat, and turned around to walk towards the autograph room.

The crowd dispersed.

Su Che was also preparing to return to the lounge to pack his things and leave with the girls.

But just as I stood up and walked to the door, two young women approached, one of whom looked somewhat familiar—

"Senior, wait a minute! Senior!"

"what?"

Su Che's first reaction was that no one was calling him, until the voice got closer and closer, and he even felt a light tap on his back, then he turned around and looked back.

"you are?"

"It's me, it's Ling Yao!"

"Oh…"

[Ling Yao, who is that again?]

Su Che has an unusually high forgetfulness when it comes to unimportant people.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he still politely inquired about the purpose of his visit:

"Ling Yao, is there something you need?"

"Yes! I watched your performance on stage! I thought it was amazing! I'd like to get your autograph, is that alright?"

As she spoke, she handed over a notebook and a pre-prepared pen.

"……this……"

Su Che was stunned, and An Qing and Lin Xiao behind him were also dumbfounded.