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As the music grew clearer, Ye Wenyu saw a man standing under a large tree not far away, playing the violin with his back to her, still playing "The Butterfly Lovers".
He was tall and imposing, dressed in black, with a back as straight as a plumb line. He, his violin, and the surroundings around him were like a painting, the most beautiful painting in the world.
Ye Wenyu stood at a certain distance from him, and the plaintive sound of the violin seemed to resonate in her heart. The violinist was also immersed in the music, completely unaware of the people and things around him.
She listened, mesmerized; she watched, completely absorbed.
As Ye Wenyu listened to the music, she couldn't help but recall a conversation she had with Lin Tingfeng in her previous life.
For a while, Lin Tingfeng took her to concerts, all of which were instrumental music, symphonies, guqin performances, violin performances, and so on.
At first, Ye Wenyu accompanied him, but after a few times, when he tried to take her again, she absolutely refused.
Lin Tingfeng asked her why she refused to go.
She honestly admitted that there were no lyrics, only melodies, all instrumental music, which wasn't fun at all and she couldn't understand it. At first, she forced herself to go with him out of politeness, but later it was too much of a torture, so she couldn't torture herself like that anymore.
Okay, although she is a top student, she honestly admits that she has never liked instrumental music since she was a child because she couldn't understand it, and she still can't understand what's so good about it!
She explained to Lin Tingfeng, "Without lyrics, it can't resonate with me. Take Jay Chou's 'Fireworks Fade Easily,' for example. It sings, 'My old hometown, overgrown with weeds.' Based on the lyrics, I can imagine the scene: a crooked old house, blue morning glories blooming on the wall, and weeds over a meter tall swaying gently in the wind. I feel very touched and think of my childhood home. But what's with instrumental music?! 'Autumn Whispers' and 'Für Elise,' the first time I listened to them, I thought they were okay, but the second time, I just wanted to sleep because I didn't know what they were trying to express."
Lin Tingfeng was amused by Ye Wenyu's honest expression of ignorance. He taught her like a patient teacher to an ignorant elementary school student: "Pure music is far more beautiful than popular songs. You don't understand it because you don't know the story and background of the music."
Pure music should be listened to with a story and background in mind. Ye Wenyu shook her head, indicating that she still didn't understand.
Lin Tingfeng thought for a moment, then gently coaxed her, "For example, do you like listening to 'The Butterfly Lovers'?"
Ye Wenyu nodded vigorously and said to him, "I like it, I like it very much!"
Lin Tingfeng laughed and said, "That's it. Because you know what kind of love story Liang Zhu tells, so when someone plays 'Liang Zhu,' even though there are no lyrics, you will be moved when you think of that story, right? So when you listen to instrumental music, you have to listen with a story in mind."
Ye Wenyu pulled her thoughts back from their kite-like flight. Now, hearing the violin music of "The Butterfly Lovers," she finally understood what Lin Tingfeng had said in her previous life.
She finally understands how to appreciate the beauty of instrumental music. Only when you listen with other people's stories and your own feelings in mind can you feel how beautiful and pure instrumental music is, far surpassing the superficiality of popular songs.
At that moment, the piece "Butterfly Lovers" finished playing, and the person playing the violin turned around, and it turned out to be Lin Tingfeng!
Ye Wenyu was stunned, almost petrified on the spot. But after a moment, she realized something and, like a rabbit seeing a ferocious beast, turned to run away. She was so stupid. The first thing she should have thought of when she saw him was Lin Tingfeng, because this was his territory. The reason she didn't guess it was him was because it was a workday, and he was a workaholic who couldn't be at home. He should be in the president's office of the Lin Group.
She ran a few steps, thinking that Lin Tingfeng hadn't noticed her, and looked up, patting her chest, only to see Lin Tingfeng standing not far from her.
Ye Wenyu was dumbfounded, wondering if he was some kind of deity who could appear and disappear so mysteriously. Moreover, it was broad daylight and noon, and as the president of the Lin Group, he wasn't working like a workaholic at the company, but instead playing the violin in the woods. How strange! Had something terrible happened?
Lin Tingfeng glanced at Ye Wenyu slowly, carefully wiped the violin clean, put it back in its case, and then leisurely raised his head to ask her, "What are you doing here?"
She wore a white dress, her thick, glossy black hair cascading over her shoulders like satin. Her face was as pale as paper, her mind heavy with worry, her brows furrowed. She wandered through the woods, surrounded by towering mountains and lush greenery, making her seem like the "Mountain Spirit" from Qu Yuan's poem.
It's as beautiful as a painting, so beautiful it's breathtaking.
Lin Tingfeng gazed at her. Every time he looked at her like this, he felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. He couldn't help but feel gentle, couldn't help but smile, and couldn't help but want to care for her.
Because she didn't like him, she could only pretend to be indifferent, casual, and leisurely in order to protect his pitiful self-esteem.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Wenyu finally composed herself and asked him, "What are you doing here? It's not the weekend. As a workaholic, shouldn't you be at the company office?"
Lin Tingfeng's lips curled up uncontrollably. He glanced at her and said slowly, "You know me quite well."
Ye Wenyu blushed and stopped speaking, thinking to herself, "Of course I understand, I understand to the core, okay? Because in our previous life, we were together."
However, she remained silent.
Seeing her flushed face, like a fiery sunset, Lin Tingfeng couldn't help but want to laugh. He gazed at her and slowly said, "Because I asked first, you answer first."
This girl actually knows that I'm a workaholic.
Ye Wenyu blushed and could only say softly, "My family and the Cai family used to be neighbors, but they moved away and I haven't seen them for more than ten years. Last time at the hospital, Aunt Cai recognized me, so she invited me to their house to celebrate the Lantern Festival today. My mother is here too."
She glanced at him and saw that he was dressed in black, tall and strong, like a beast. She blushed and lowered her head again.
Although he was bad, he was truly the most handsome and sexiest man in the world. Images from the past flashed before her eyes: his bronze skin, well-developed pectoral muscles, clearly defined six-pack abs, incredibly sexy V-line, and straight, long legs. In her previous life, her favorite thing was to see him shirtless; she would want to rush into his arms and gently bite him.
Ye Wenyu told herself not to let her mind wander, her face growing increasingly red. She gently shook her head, trying to shake off those beautiful thoughts.
Lin Tingfeng slowly nodded, understanding now. He mostly knew what had happened. He thought for a moment, then looked at Ye Wenyu and suddenly asked her, "You and Cai Wenchuan have broken up, haven't you?"
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