Chapter 214: He never learned to be smooth with everyone...

Song Linsheng woke up as if from a dream, took the flute from Wen Yu's hand with both hands and played with it.

"Can you use this?" Wen Yu couldn't help but guess when she saw him in a daze.

Could it be that she picked one that Song Linsheng couldn't use?

Wen Yu felt regretful. She shouldn't have thought that Song Linsheng was proficient in all kinds of martial arts.

What if he really doesn't know how to do it and can't save face?

"It's okay." Wen Yu grabbed it, worried that Song Linsheng would lose face. "Let's switch."

"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng called gently, holding the flute tightly in his hand. "I know a little bit."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu's pearly and jade-like fingertips clasping the pale purple Xiao, which made her look even more pure and flawless.

Then Song Linsheng looked at Wen Yu encouragingly until she withdrew her hand.

A little? How much?

Wen Yu hesitated and had to let go.

Song Linsheng's hand stroked Xiao's body, and the soft and warm feeling rose from his fingertips, seeming to awaken the memories buried around him.

He liked this bamboo flute very much, even though it was bought on the roadside and could not compare to those famous handed-down products, but Xiaoyu chose it for him personally.

Even if you offered him some famous heirloom item in exchange, he would not be willing to do it.

"Sir, why don't you give it a try?" The stall owner saw the right opportunity and hurriedly advised.

"You, don't!" Wen Yu raised her hand, signaling the stall owner to keep quiet.

However, Song Linsheng still had a gentle smile on his face, without a trace of panic.

He leaned over, looked Wenyu in the eye, and asked in a gentle and persuasive tone, "What song would you like to hear, Xiaoyu?"

Wen Yu stared blankly at the handsome face in front of him, almost losing her voice as she spoke, "It's all... it's all fine now."

Song Linsheng smiled gently, and as his fingertips moved, the flute began to emit melodious music.

Wen Yu raised her head and stared at Song Linsheng, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The sound of the flute is sobbing, gentle and lingering.

Even if he just listened quietly, Wen Yu felt his heart tighten.

She touched her cheek unconsciously, and it was dry to the touch, but she felt as if she was about to cry.

why is that……

She could tell that this was the tune Song Linsheng had played that day when she and he sat side by side on the ridge of the field.

But after the grass leaves were replaced with bamboo flutes, the lively melody became lowered.

The melodious sound of the flute drifted to every corner of the streets and alleys.

Upstairs, at the tea table by the window, the secretary was yawning, supporting himself with his hands.

"Sir, how long will we drink this tea?"

As the teacup landed steadily on the table, the adult sitting with his back against the bed turned around, revealing half of his profile.

It was Mu Tong who had "returned to the city" early in the morning.

Mu Tong covered most of his face with a jade-bone fan, then leaned over to look towards the bridgehead.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if we didn't listen to the full sound of such a beautiful flute?"

The secretary muttered to herself as she approached the window sill. Following her master's gaze, she looked out. She pointed in surprise at the man and woman at the bridgehead and asked, "Isn't that Madam Wen and Master Song? Would you like to go down and say hello?"

Mu Tong turned around, fanning himself lightly, and replied slowly, "No need."

The secretary leaned forward to confirm again and again, until she could see the faces of Madam Wen and Lord Song clearly, then she turned back.

But he was a little surprised when his master said it was not necessary.

"If you can't go down, then what did you prepare for Madam Wen..."

When the maid met her master's gaze, she quickly stopped talking.

Mu Tong lowered his head and looked at the jade fan in his hand. The fan was as white as jade and looked inconspicuous, but a faint glow flowed on it as it swayed.

Then he moved his fingertips lightly, and the fan gradually closed, revealing a red cloth covering the table underneath.

The sound of the flute outside the window continued, but he didn't know how to start what he wanted to do.

Mu Tong tapped the table with two fingers, making intermittent sounds.

Since he arrived at the doctor's office, he seemed to have been waiting for an opportunity, but why didn't he get off the car after Madam Wen refused to ride with him?

Mu Tong frowned and said nothing, but his hands kept moving.

If it weren't for Madam Wen, he wouldn't have liked such a noisy and bustling scene. Now that he's here, why can't he...

He thought there would always be a chance to turn around and catch up.

But it is not the right time to wander through the streets and alleys, it is not the right time to light lanterns on the river bank, and now that the sound of the flute has arrived, it still seems not the right time.

Mu Tong was silent. He had been waiting for the opportunity, but it seemed that he always missed it.

Thinking of the comments made by his colleagues in the government office, Mu Tong burst out laughing.

He is not good at dealing with people. He has never learned to be good at dealing with people.

The secretary waited on the side, watching the colors on his master's face change from bright to dark. He just picked up the kettle and poured him a new cup of tea, not daring to say a word.

My grown-up figure is alone.

He turned his eyes to look—

There were crowds of people at the bridgehead.

Wen Yu and Song Linsheng stood side by side, watching the lanterns and boats passing by on the Yuan River as he listened to the sound of his flute.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but it seemed that even the flow of water slowed down, just so that she could hear the end of the song.

But the play has a beginning and the music has an end. The melodious music floats around the bow and stern of the boat, then gradually fades away.

After the song, Wen Yu was still a little dazed.

Today is Daughters' Day. The streets are decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, the boats are filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the daughters coming and going are all smiling.

But even in such a celebratory atmosphere, it was difficult to resist the inexplicable sadness in Wen Yu's heart.

It was not until Song Linsheng put away the flute and leaned forward that Wen Yu came back to her senses.

"What do you think, Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng had a smile in his eyes and a gentle look on his face.

On that autumn night in September, his eyes and brows still seemed so warm.

Wen Yu blinked and looked at Song Linsheng who was so close to her.

The candlelight on both sides hit the tip of his nose, illuminating it brightly like pearls.

Wisps of hot air gushed out from it, which was particularly obvious in the cool night breeze, making people unable to avoid it.

Wen Yu opened her lips slightly and replied blankly, "Good, very good!"

Song Linsheng pursed his lips and chuckled when he heard this, seeming to be in a good mood. But when he took a step closer and was about to say something, he was interrupted by a female voice.

"Yes, very good, Second Young Master Song—"

This sound was extremely lazy yet clear, and it was particularly catchy amid the noisy clamor of the street.

Wen Yu and Song Linsheng immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman leaning against the railing in the middle of the bridge, looking sideways at them. There was also a tall and graceful man in white standing by her side.

The woman was bright and beautiful, and she could be spotted at a glance among the crowded crowd on the bridge. She was really outstanding.

The man accompanying her was also handsome, upright and elegant.

only……

Wen Yu withdrew her gaze and looked at Song Linsheng's face.

Why did she feel that the man was somewhat similar to Song Linsheng?

What's more, the Second Young Master Song she called, was she referring to Song Linsheng?

As far as Wen Yu knew, Song Linsheng was also the second child in the family...

Song Linsheng was stunned, and seemed a little surprised. When he saw Wen Yu looking at him, he looked away and met Wen Yu's gaze.

Before he could say anything, the woman continued speaking.

"The young man beside me is looking to have a sparring match with Second Young Master Song. I wonder if Second Young Master would be willing to honor me?"

After hearing these words, Wen Yu was even more confused.

Who wants to compete right away?

It would be fine if he won, but if he lost, where would Song Linsheng put his face?

Wen Yu grabbed Song Linsheng and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: "Song Linsheng, don't be afraid. If you don't want to compete with him, I will refuse him for you."

A soft breath was blowing beside his ears. Knowing that Wen Yu was talking to him, Song Linsheng unconsciously leaned forward slightly and listened attentively to prevent Wen Yu from straining too much.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Linsheng turned around and looked at Wen Yu very seriously, and smiled softly at her.

Then he solemnly took Wen Yu's hands, and the flute was held between the two of them.

When their eyes met, Song Linsheng's eyes were as bright as stars. "Xiaoyu, I've actually been thinking about this for a long time."

He didn't know when it started, but this idea had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but he had never found an opportunity.

"What?" Wen Yu was completely confused by his incoherent words.

"Although I'm alone in Jiangyang, I've always wanted to introduce my family to Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng's face flushed and he spoke awkwardly.

He once thought whether it would be too despicable to act like this, after all, he and Xiaoyu had no agreement. But when it really came to this moment, he began to hope uncontrollably.

"I wonder if Xiaoyu would be willing?"

Wen Yu blinked blankly, still a little dazed. But after hearing Song Linsheng's words, she almost didn't hesitate and immediately responded, "I, I do."

Aren’t all the people in the Song residence from Song Linsheng’s family?

She recognizes them all, so why does she need any introduction?

Seeing Song Linsheng's face light up with smiles because of her response, Wen Yu had not forgotten her business. She hurriedly tugged at Song Linsheng's sleeve and advised, "But we can slowly introduce them after we return home. Let's deal with these two people who want to spar with you first!"

After saying this, Wen Yu raised her eyes and looked towards the center of the bridge——

The night wind is blowing, the railings are empty, where is there anyone?

"Eh?" Wen Yu was extremely confused and couldn't help but exclaimed, "What's going on?"

Just as she was searching for the two people, Song Linsheng took Wen Yu's hand and led her to turn around.

The woman who was leaning against the railing in the middle of the bridge just now is now in front of Wen Yu, and the man in white follows closely behind her and stands beside her.

When they met suddenly, Wen Yu couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The woman's facial features are bright and attractive, but her eyebrows and eyes are very heroic.

It was already very eye-catching when viewed from a distance, and it is even more breathtaking now that I see it up close.

Wen Yu was silent. Hadn't she and Song Linsheng agreed to compete yet?

How come everyone has come here...

"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng nodded and lowered his eyebrows, smiling elegantly, "Let me introduce you."

Wen Yu looked at Song Linsheng's smiling eyes, then at the handsome man and beautiful woman in front of her who also had friendly expressions, and was suddenly confused.

Song Linsheng wants to introduce her to...what?

"This is Sister Shen Chuo."

"This is my brother, Song Shuangcheng."

After saying that, Song Shuangcheng nodded slightly, while Chen Chuo leaned forward and stared at Wen Yu with a smile in his eyes.

"Hello." Chen Chuo extended his hand and greeted Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was unable to react for a moment. The warm and familiar gaze and greeting made her feel confused and at a loss.

The family members that Song Linsheng wanted to introduce to her were not from the Song residence, but the elder sister Shen Chuo and her brother Song Shuangcheng...

It was the person she said she would help Song Linsheng reject.

She needs to slow down.

Song Linsheng's heart tightened, and he carefully observed Wen Yu's expression. Seeing that she was not unhappy, he continued, "Sister Chen Chuo, brother, this is--"

"No need for an introduction." Chen Chuo simply held the little sister in front of him with one hand and said with a smile, "Madam Wenyu, I recognize her."

Wen Yu felt a warmth on her fingertips and quickly lowered her head to look.

The elder sister named Chen Chuo was holding her hand tightly. She looked so familiar and warm, not like they were meeting for the first time, but as if she were a real sister who had been reunited after a long separation.

"You, you recognize me?" Wen Yu said hesitantly, but she didn't seem to have any impression of this sister?