Chapter 73
He Yanqing hadn't expected Song Xianle to say such a thing. He was a little surprised, and had an indescribable feeling. While he was savoring these thought-provoking words, he also suspected that she was joking.
Song Xianle fell silent after she finished speaking. She had already thrown down a seed. As for whether the seed would germinate or not, she still needed to wait for the right time, so she didn't necessarily need He Yanqing to give her immediate feedback.
After getting out of the car, He Yanqing specifically asked Song Xianle to wait. He opened the car window, his eyes cold, and said hesitantly, "Song Xianle, please stop joking."
What he meant was that she should stop saying those nonsense and suggestive things. He didn't want her to disrupt his current life.
Before Song Xianle could explain, the car had already driven away.
She picked up her phone, sighed, and wrote: [That's not a joke.]
I'm serious.
She didn't say it directly, but He Yanqing must have understood it.
Some things are better expressed in a tactful way. Anyway, the meaning has been conveyed. As for He Yanqing's attitude towards her, she will wait and see tomorrow. She still needs to see how He Yanqing behaves before thinking about the next step.
Song Xianle returned home, put down his things and shook his arms. Two boxes of milk were quite heavy.
But at this moment, she felt relieved after making her feelings clear. However, He Yanqing, who had just arrived home, felt mixed emotions and a bit heavy.
He vaguely knew what Song Xianle meant to him, and his heart was filled with both sweetness and bitterness. He was actually a little afraid that Song Xianle might go abroad for work in the future, and then the two of them would become strangers again.
He Yanqing didn't want to pretend that what happened tonight had never happened. He thought about it for a long time, and decided to either explain it tactfully or give her a response.
He wondered if his hesitation during this period of time was a reminder to himself that he could try again?
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Saturday night finally arrived. Song Xianle sat in his seat, watching his colleagues leaving work one after another. While thinking about going out for dinner with He Yanqing later, he said goodbye to them with a smile.
Because he had agreed to have dinner with Song Xianle, He Yanqing left work early. When he left, he saw only Song Xianle still there.
He couldn't help but smile, "Let's go."
In fact, he was looking forward to it too.
He Yanqing stood beside her desk, waiting for her to pack her things.
"Okay." Song Xianle picked up her bag. "I've booked a restaurant at Tianhua. It might be a little far from here."
She raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with embarrassment.
But He Yanqing saw some cunning in it, and a voice in his head told him with certainty that she did it on purpose.
Song Xianle deliberately chose a place far away from the company, firstly because he was afraid of being seen by his colleagues, and secondly so that he could stay with him for a while longer.
The evening breeze blows gently, and the green leaves rustle.
He Yanqing and Song Xianle came downstairs to the company. He Yanqing asked her to wait for him here for a while while he drove the car over.
On the way, He Yanqing told Song Xianle that they should pay attention to some things during this business trip.
"This time I'm going to Yuncheng to attend President Lian's birthday party."
"Is it the same Mr. Lian from last time?"
He Yanqing: "No. It's his father, Lian Yian."
Song Xianle had heard of Lian Yian, the richest man in Liaokai. She only knew he was a banking tycoon and also in real estate. Banking and real estate, this combination, would undoubtedly bring him enormous wealth.
"I'm going to attend a banquet this time and need to prepare a dress for you, so let's go to the mall after dinner."
"Huh? I also bought movie tickets..."
Song Xianle didn't expect that she had to buy clothes. She remembered that she had booked movie tickets and might not have time to watch it.
He Yanqing remembered what she said the night before, about going to the movies with him.
"We should have enough time to buy clothes after dinner."
He thought buying a piece of clothing would only take about ten minutes at most. However, he ignored the requirements and tangled mentality of girls when choosing clothes. For Song Xianle, ten minutes was just a blink of an eye.
He Yanqing parked the car and they arrived at the restaurant Song Xianle had booked. Before they even got out of the car, they heard the beautiful melody of a cello and piano duet.
The restaurant's walls are made of layers of brown wooden planks, with lawns to either side of the entrance. A row of yellow streetlights on the outside provides ample lighting for diners, while still creating a hazy, romantic atmosphere. Five or six tables are placed on the lawn, some seating two, and some seating six.
Song Xianle booked a seat outside and dined outdoors with the dark night and dim lights above their heads. A cheerful piece of music reached their ears, and the atmosphere was completely filled for her.
Sure enough, it was worth it that she spent more than half an hour last night to find this place.
He Yanqing glanced at the cello over there. He seemed to have thought of something, but was not sure.
The waiter led them to the reserved table. Song Xianle had already called the boss to place an order in the car, so after they sat down for a while, people started serving the dishes one after another.
Song Xianle took a sip of orange juice and looked at the piano. "Have you been playing the piano lately?"
She remembered that He Yanqing joined the music club when he was in college. On the New Year's Eve party, their music club performed on stage and He Yanqing was also present.
That night, He Yanqing wore a simple blue short-sleeved shirt, his face turned sideways toward the audience, his expression cold yet intensely serious. The stage lights shone directly on the lead singer, leaving him with only a dim yellow light streaming down from above, shrouding his cool profile.
From then on, Song Xianle felt that He Yanqing, who wore blue clothes, was the most touching to her heart. She also remembered that from then on, she started buying clothes in all kinds of blue: glacier blue, haze blue, peacock blue...
He Yanqing glanced at the piano over there, a look of nostalgia on his face, "No. I rarely touch it after I started working."
He Hai is a piano teacher who teaches art school students at an educational institution. He Yanqing was brought to He Hai's piano room by Tan Xian'er when he was little, and asked He Hai to teach him how to play. Later, when He Hai felt that He Yanqing had become quite good at playing, he would occasionally give He Nianqing to him for some instruction.
He Yanqing remembered that she had never told Song Xianle that she could play the piano, which meant that she was also present at the New Year's Eve party in her sophomore year.
Song Xianle looked at the lively scene over there, and thought of the boy in the blue shirt that appeared in his mind. He said regretfully, "It's a pity that I only heard it that once."
He Yanqing met Song Xianle's regretful yet expectant gaze. He casually held the chopsticks and then put them down. He looked at her unabashedly, his eyes calm, his throat suppressed, and said in a low voice, "There will be opportunities in the future."
Hearing this, Song Xianle's heart moved, as if a stone fell into the lake in his heart, causing ripples to spread from the inside out.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at him, only smiling at him superficially, but secretly feeling delighted in her heart.
He Yanqing just looked at her and smiled. He watched her observe him for a while. He Yanqing thought of something and laughed softly.
Song Xianle saw it, looked at him in surprise, and felt a little sweet in her heart.
When he smiled, it was similar to everyone else's, with his eyes curved and his mouth slightly raised. Song Xianle just sat there looking at him. A man who hadn't smiled in years could make people feel very warm when he smiled, a warmth that was enough to thaw and melt a frozen river.
Song Xianle didn't know how to describe the feeling she saw. It was as if a blank canvas was painted with color at this moment. With the color, the whole white paper seemed to have meaning and became alive.
Some people, once you see their smile, you will not feel that they are out of your reach even if they are difficult to approach or get close to under normal circumstances.
Is this the charm of his smile? Or is it a magic that only He Yanqing possesses? It always draws her closer. Just like now, she wants to get closer to him.
But she had to hold back because it was not the right time yet.
Song Xianle sighed and lowered his head to eat to hide his obvious thoughts.
He Yanqing watched her panic as she lowered her head, her eyes avoiding him. He placed one hand on the chair next to him and looked at the piano again.
The breeze was cool, but He Yanqing still felt a little stuffy. He slowly untied the tie on his collar, and just as he was placing his hands on his collar, he saw Song Xianle suddenly look up at him.
Song Xianle heard no sound. She had just finished eating a meatball and took the opportunity of looking up at He Yanqing while someone was drinking juice. This time, she looked up and saw He Yanqing untying his tie.
He Yanqing saw Song Xianle looking up, and he paused for a few seconds before loosening his tie again. After untying it, he draped it over the chair.
"Are you... hot?" Song Xianle blinked, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"It's a little hot."
He Yanqing noticed that the piano music had stopped and said to Song Xianle, "Do you want to hear me play the piano?"
Song Xianle's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips, which were about to rise, and nodded, "Hmm."
She just kept watching He Yanqing turn around and walk steadily and quickly towards the music stage over there.
She saw him say something to the person over there, and the person nodded.
Then, she saw He Yanqing sitting down and quickly looked up at her, then began to play.
He just came up and tested the pitch. There were some noticeable pauses when he started playing, but it became smoother later. Song Xianle couldn't tell which song he was playing, but the tone was very soft, which matched the night very well.
Later, she remembered to ask him and found out that he was playing "Starry Night" by Richard Claydermen.
Everyone around was listening to music quietly, some were chatting quietly. Song Xianle saw that everything was peaceful and beautiful.
She looked at He Yanqing, and just like the last time she saw him playing the piano, a dim yellow light still fell on him, on his serious yet gentle face. The man in the white shirt was still the young man in blue, shining brightly no matter where he was.
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