Chapter 2266 - 726: Wind and Flowers (Daily Life) _5

With the encouragement of her grandfather and friends and the accompaniment of musical instruments, Tsukishima Wen also mustered up the courage to improvise a performance singing her own rendition of "Country Road" along with Sheng Si’s violin.

The singing was clear, and the violin sound was melodious.

Zhang Yan watched this scene, her eyes shimmering with a moving light.

At that moment, a tingling sensation came from her waist, as Tang Song’s fingers slipped under her sweater, the warm fingertips directly touching her smooth and delicate skin.

Zhang Yan’s mouth opened slightly, her breath suddenly stopped, and she instinctively wanted to dodge, but her body felt like it was under a spell, unable to move.

She could only lower her head, letting the blush spread from her cheeks to her earlobes.

Tang Song turned his head, kissed her cute earlobe, "Do you like the violin?"

"I... um..." Her voice carried a hint of tremor, "Before... my friend Feifei often played this piece... it was very nice."

Feifei, that is, Lin Feifei, who chats with her in the group and owns a flower shop.

This movie, "Whisper of the Heart," has always been her favorite.

She could always see a shadow of herself in the ordinary, imaginative, somewhat self-doubting yet incredibly hard-working female protagonist, Tsukishima Wen.

She too used to hide in the corners of the library, greedily reading stories of another world;

She also used to quietly work hard for an unattainable figure, hoping she could become a little better.

The violin piece "Country Road," which runs through the movie, carries many of her youthful memories and is her symbol of all things beautiful, dreams, and love.

Hearing her words, Tang Song chuckled softly but said no more.

Only his fingers resting on her lower abdomen began to trace the path of the violin bow on her delicate skin, seemingly and indistinctly.

He hadn’t heard this song before, but with his innate talent and memory, he had already remembered the melody and fingering roughly.

And so, the movie quietly and ambiguously moved towards its end.

The lights came on.

Zhang Yan blushingly struggled to get up from his embrace, whispering, "I... I need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay." Tang Song nodded, watching her somewhat flustered figure quickly slip out of the AV room.

He picked up his phone and searched for the violin sheet music of "Country Road" in the browser, browsing through it seriously.

Just then.

"Ding-dong——" A crisp notification sound rang.

The screen of Zhang Yan’s phone, left on the sofa armrest, lit up with a WhatsApp message.

[Yueyue: "@Zhang Yan, don’t forget our date tonight~ [wink]"]

Date?

Seeing these two words, Tang Song’s eyebrows slightly raised imperceptibly.

He hesitated for a moment but eventually couldn’t resist his curiosity.

He picked up her phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

After all, this new phone of Zhang Yan’s, from the system to data import, everything was handled by him, including the passwords and fingerprints he set up.

And Zhang Yan had an attitude of complete defenselessness and extreme trust towards him.

Upon unlocking the screen, he opened WhatsApp, a group chat named "Three’s Company: Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon" appeared.

Soon after, new messages popped up.

[Lin Feifei: [Photo.jpg]]

[Lin Feifei: "I’ve got everything arranged here, top-notch charcoal, Wagyu beef, and my cherished beer! Just waiting for you two to grace us with your presence!"]

The photo was taken on a very exquisite-looking second-story terrace.

The interior was decorated like a fairytale world, with professional BBQ grills set up under a canopy, guitars, electronic keyboards, and violins placed in the corners, and beautiful flowers adorning everywhere.

Fairy string lights hung from the overhead canopy, overwhelmingly romantic.

Tang Song raised his eyebrow, understanding the situation.

Probably, those two friends of her female deskmate in Yan City wanted to invite her for dinner tonight.

He was just about to put the phone down.

"Buzz buzz buzz——" More messages started flooding the group.

Lin Feifei sent several old university photos of them, in the classroom, on the sports field, in front of the library...

Seeing one of them, Tang Song couldn’t help but smile.

Zhang Yan in the photo looked like she was in her freshman or sophomore year, with some remaining baby fat, sporting short hair with bangs, wearing a simple white sweatshirt, lying on a pile of books, facing the camera with an incredibly radiant, pure, and unblemished smile.

[Lin Feifei: "Look! My treasured gem. We were so young then, so tender and fresh. ’In our youth, we wore light spring shirts, riding by the slanted bridge, where lovely sleeves filled the pavilion,’ that’s us those days."]

[Cheng Xiaoyue: "It’s ’Don’t ask about old friends from Liangyuan, Maoling’s autumn rain ailed Xiangru’ that’s more appropriate. It’s been only a few years since we graduated, and the 996 work schedule has already transformed me beyond recognition."]

[Cheng Xiaoyue: [Selfie.jpg]]

[Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Lin Feifei@Zhang Yan, you two should send recent photos too! No beauty filters allowed! Let’s wreak havoc on each other!"]

[Lin Feifei: [Selfie.jpg]]

At that moment, soft footsteps sounded as Zhang Yan returned from the washroom.

"Your classmates are messaging you." Tang Song swayed the phone in his hand, "Also, what’s this ’date’ tonight about? Hmm?"

"Ah!" Zhang Yan gasped softly, quickly stepping forward to grab her phone, skimming through the chat logs, her cheeks instantly turning crimson.

"It’s just... just... two good friends I met in the literature club, haven’t seen each other in a long time, so we’re meeting up... I’ll be back early."

Tang Song nodded, not pressing further, "It’s fine, it’s been a long time, you should catch up well, it’s rare. No rush to come back, it’s Double 12 today, I also need to head to the company later tonight. Once I’m done, I can come pick you up."