Chapter 2265 - 726: Wind and Flowers (Daily Life) (4)

They also visited that commercial street in the university town, where she pointed to a milk tea shop that had gone out of business and changed signs, and laughed as she said she once worked there...

Every place carries memories from her somewhat gloomy past.

But his appearance was like a warm key that reopened the doors of those memories, letting the sunlight in and tinting them with bright colors.

For lunch, they didn’t go to their usual small eateries.

Instead, under Tang Song’s guidance, they came to a French restaurant located on the top floor of a downtown office building.

The restaurant’s environment was elegant, with soft jazz music flowing through the air.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the city’s gray winter skyline.

Zhang Yan had clearly never been to such a place, and she looked somewhat bewildered at the three or four sets of knives and forks placed on the white tablecloth in front of her.

She could only sneakily watch Tang Song’s actions with her peripheral vision; whichever one he used, she would follow suit.

Like a student seriously mimicking.

Noticing her cautious little actions, Tang Song paused, and began introducing each utensil’s usage and the origin of each ingredient warmly, as if sharing interesting little stories.

"This is foie gras, paired with the fig jam beside it, it won’t be greasy at all, give it a try."

"This is duck confit, a classic in French cuisine. The outside is crispy, but the meat inside is very tender..."

Zhang Yan listened quietly, her tense shoulders slowly relaxing.

When the main course of filet mignon was served, Tang Song directly pulled her plate to himself, cut it into bite-sized pieces with the knife and fork, then pushed it back in front of her.

Zhang Yan blushed and quietly said "thank you," picking up a fork carefully, she lifted the first piece but offered it to Tang Song first.

Seeing him eat it, she then squinted her eyes happily like a cat receiving a reward, enjoying the sumptuous meal.

She ate this meal very seriously and happily.

...

After the meal, they returned to the large flat in YJTC.

Since Zhang Yan had slept very well last night, she was full of energy today, without a hint of afternoon drowsiness.

Tang Song simply took her to the audio-visual room, turned on the projector, and handed her the remote control.

Zhang Yan flipped through the dazzling film library on the NAS, finding the movie she wanted to watch—

"Whisper of the Heart."

A pure love story about a girl, dreams, libraries, antique shops, violins, and youthful first love, in Ghibli style, 1995.

The two sank side by side into the wide and comfortable massage chair.

The lighting in the audio-visual room went out, with only the light and shadows on the screen flickering.

The movie’s pace was slow, the music soothing, the atmosphere quiet and beautiful.

After a while, just when Zhang Yan was engrossed, Tang Song quietly extended his hand, gently hooking her finger resting on the armrest with his pinky.

Zhang Yan turned her head in confusion and asked softly, "What’s up, Tang Song?"

"A bit thirsty." Tang Song pointed to the small bar in the corner of the audio-visual room lit by a blue ambient light, "Could you get me a bottle of cola?"

"Oh, okay." Zhang Yan immediately paused the movie, stood up, and walked over in the dark.

Opening the mini-fridge, she found the cold cola, held it carefully, and walked back, bending down to hand it to him.

However, at the moment she approached, Tang Song directly reached out and grasped her slender wrist.

Along with her stifled low cry, he smoothly pulled her into his embrace.

His arm steadily encircled her slim waist.

Zhang Yan, stiffly sitting on his lap, was circled entirely in his arms, her cheeks instantly flushed, too nervous to move.

Tang Song took the cold bottle of cola from her hand, opened it with a single hand, and offered it to her lips.

Zhang Yan, like an obedient puppet, instinctively opened her mouth and took a sip.

The cold bubbles slipped down her throat, soothing her slightly dry throat due to nervousness.

Then, she saw him also tilt his head to drink from the same bottle mouth.

This intimate couple interaction made her whole body feel like it was burning with fever.

She lowered her head even more.

Tang Song gently rested his chin in her shoulder hollow, his warm breath spreading across her neck, chuckling softly, "Isn’t watching a movie like this more comfortable?"

Zhang Yan bit her lip, replying with a soft "um."

Seeing her cooperate so obediently, Tang Song picked up the remote and pressed play again.

In the dark audio-visual room, only the screen light flickered.

In the movie, the heroine Tsukishima Wen was immersed in the hero Tianze Shengsi’s focused expression as he made a violin.

And the melodious violin music slowly flowed as background music.

On the sofa, he held her tightly, their breaths intertwining.

While her face flushed, she quietly nestled in his arms, her heart beating fast and fervently like the movie’s soundtrack.

His fingers lightly caressed her soft waist’s side, feeling the warm and delicate skin beneath her sweater, and her body slightly trembling with nervousness.

She was really light, so slender that it seemed a single hand could completely encircle her waist.

The movie continued.

In the scene, the plot arrived at the most classic moment.

In the warm, fantastical attic of the antique shop "Earth Shop," the hero Tianze Shengsi played the violin he was making for the heroine Tsukishima Wen.

The melodious, slightly naive violin sound started, the first note of a boy’s dream.