Chapter 2279 - 730: Special Training, the Troublemaking Big Sister

The melodious and story-filled violin sound, carrying a slight tremor, dissipated into the whispering wind and snow.

No one spoke on the terrace.

Only the "whoosh" sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the "rustle" of snowflakes landing on the ground remained.

Standing under the shed, Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei seemed to be frozen in place, as if turned into statues.

They had their mouths open, but no sound came out.

The scene before them was more unreal and striking than any youth movie they had seen or romance novel they had read.

Especially Lin Feifei.

Having grown up in a well-off family, she had learned the violin before, so the impact was far more overwhelming for her than for Cheng Xiaoyue.

This piece "Country Road" sounded simple, but to play with such emotional depth and ornate technique as just now was extremely difficult.

Yet Tang Song’s carefree mastery, his precision as flawless as studio-quality pitch, especially the stunning cadenza he improvised during the interlude...

It was on par with the level of the musicians she had heard in concert halls.

This was simply incredible.

Because she had heard from Zhang Yan that this "jun" came from an ordinary rural family and didn’t learn music from a young age.

He... what kind of person is he?!

A moment later.

Tang Song slowly put down the violin.

He seemed to still be immersed in the emotion of the piece, his thoughts gradually departing from the performance.

The night and the snowfall blurred his expression, leaving only those deep eyes.

Zhang Yan’s body trembled slightly, as she came to her senses, she found her face chilled.

She hurriedly wiped it with her hand and realized that at some point, she had been crying, tears mixed with melted snow.

She was about to wipe it away when a warm big hand reached over, the wide fingertips gently brushing across her damp cheek and trembling lashes.

"Why are you crying, was it beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, very beautiful."

"Do you like it?"

"I do!"

"Good, it’s very cold outside, let’s go back."

"...Okay."

Tang Song ruffled her collarbone hair, took Zhang Yan’s hand, and walked toward the loft.

The two girls standing by the door finally found their voices again.

"Tang, Tang Song... you... you are amazing..." Cheng Xiaoyue stammered, "I never knew ’Country Road’ could be played so beautifully!"

Lin Feifei nodded dreamily, "Absolutely professional level, just incredible."

Tang Song smiled whimsically, showing a perfectly innocent expression, "Keep praising me and I’ll get embarrassed."

The four of them returned to the loft.

Tang Song put the violin away, gently wrapped his arm around Zhang Yan’s waist, and said, "It’s getting late, the snow is getting heavier. Thank you for hosting today, I’ll take care of Zhang Yan."

"Ah... oh! Sure! Okay!"

"Safe travels... I’ll see you out."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei nodded frantically like puppets.

As they descended the stairs, the flower shop door was pushed open, letting in a rush of cold wind carrying snowflakes.

Only then did Zhang Yan remember, she turned and waved to her two friends, "Goodbye, Yueyue, Feifei."

"Goodbye, Yanyan!"

"Goodbye!"

Liu Jiayi was already standing respectfully by the Rolls-Royce Phantom’s rear door, opening it for them.

Zhang Yan sneaked a glance at Tang Song before bending down to get in.

"Boom——" The heavy door closed, shutting out the wind and snow.

The Rolls-Royce silently set off, merging into the night.

With the snow, the road traffic was slightly congested.

All the way, Zhang Yan didn’t say much.

The scene on the loft terrace played over and over in her mind like the deepest imprint.

Those deep eyes; the music flowing from his fingertips; and that snow that danced just for her...

The tenderness that cradled her as if by the world, left her feeling lightheaded, like walking on clouds.

She lost track of time.

As the car approached the entrance of Yanjing Sky City District, Tang Song suddenly spoke, "Qi, stop at the intersection ahead."

Liu Jiayi turned on the signal and parked smoothly by the roadside.

Zhang Yan turned to him in puzzlement.

"Haven’t you not seen northern snow for a long time?" Tang Song turned towards her and smiled, "Do you want to watch it outside for a while?"

Looking at his smiling eyes, Zhang Yan seemed to understand something, nodding vigorously: "Yes."

The two got out of the car.

Liu Jiayi then quietly drove the Phantom into the garage.

This was a high-end residential area in the city center, with quiet and clean streets around.

On this snowy night, the neon lights flickered and there were hardly any pedestrians.

They didn’t say much; Tang Song naturally took her hand and put it into his warm coat pocket.

Thus, they walked on the thin layer of snow, making "crunch—crunch—" sounds, quietly strolling under the streetlights.

Occasionally, other late-returning couples would playfully run past, throwing snowballs at each other.

Zhang Yan lowered her head, feeling the warmth from his palm and basking in this peaceful and romantic moment that was all hers.

After more than half an hour, with their hair and shoulders covered with a thin layer of snow, Tang Song finally stopped.

"Shall we go back? If we keep going, we might turn into snowmen. Plus... it’s time for bed."

"...Okay."

...

Back in the warm and spring-like flat, after washing up.

When Zhang Yan emerged from the closet wearing a brand-new set of pure cotton pajamas, a little shy, she immediately saw Tang Song sitting at the desk typing on the computer.

She tiptoed lightly, like a kitten afraid of disturbing its owner, quietly approaching.