A passage from "Moscow Nights" flowed out, the quiet and gentle music so captivating that Ning Yuan couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "You're amazing!"
Yes, old Soviet songs only truly come alive when played on the accordion.
She couldn't resist sitting down by the window, listening intently.
Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in front of him with adoring eyes and said leisurely, "I played the violin for you, so why did you stop singing?"
Ning Yuan shook her head, self-awarely lamenting, "I don't sing well, I'm off-key, and my vocal technique is wrong."
Let's not ruin such beautiful music.
Rong Zhaonan smiled slightly, then suddenly parted his thin lips:
“Неслышнывсадудажешорохи,Всёздесьзамерлодоутра,Еслибзналивы…”
Fluent in Russian, even the trilled 'r' sounds were standard and beautiful, her clear, slightly raspy voice drifted out.
Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with even greater amazement.
Under the dim light, the arrogant and unruly man suppressed his imposing aura.
His cool eyes held a quiet tenderness he himself was unaware of as he quietly played the accordion and softly sang old Soviet songs to her.
...
Ning Yuan remembers the Chinese lyrics—
"The garden was quiet in the dead of night, and the leaves no longer rustled... My beloved sat beside me, watching me silently;
I want to tell you, but I'm too embarrassed. So many words are on my mind... I hope that from now on, we will never forget each other..."
She would never forget that quiet and gentle night.
The stars were dim, and in those bygone days, someone gently sang to her, speaking in Russian, saying he loved her.
Just like in the old days, when Soviet Red Army soldiers sang songs to their sweethearts during their leisure time.
Ning Yuan's heart was so full that she probably would never fall in love with anyone else in her next life.
It's all because of this amazing person and the passage of time...
Fortunately, this soldier was hers. He was incredibly lucky; she was the first person he met and loved in his life.
...
"Ding-ding." The clock struck ten o'clock, and the accordion music stopped with the last note of the song.
Ning Yuan was still in a daze, looking somewhat disappointed: "Why did you stop singing?"
Rong Zhaonan smiled and pointed to the window behind her: "Didn't you want to watch the fireworks?"
"Bang!" A sound rang out.
Ning Yuan subconsciously turned her head to look. The deep blue night sky was like a huge black velvet curtain, and at that moment, a dazzling firework bloomed on it, instantly illuminating half of the sky.
Immediately afterwards, fireworks soared into the sky and exploded, illuminating the once silent night sky as bright as day.
The fireworks in Shanghai were indeed as spectacular as they had been; they were far more magnificent and dazzling than the small-scale fireworks she had seen in the countryside.
Colorful fireworks, like celestial maidens scattering flowers, poured down from the night sky, transforming it into a dreamlike fairyland. Red like fire, yellow like gold, green like jade, blue like gemstones—the various colors intertwined, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
Although the lights were on in the room, they couldn't block out the dazzling light of the fireworks outside the window. The colorful lights shone through the window and reflected on the walls and floor of the room, as if draping the room in a dreamy colorful coat.
There were far fewer skyscrapers in that era than in later times, so the view was wide open, and fireworks could rise into the sky without any obstruction, allowing them to fully display their beauty.
Ning Yuan looked at the fireworks filling the sky, and a look of amazement flashed in her eyes.
"This is wonderful!" Ning Yuan couldn't help but exclaim with delight. It was truly an unforgettable night.
With Rong Zhaonan's beautiful music and the dazzling fireworks, she felt that this year was truly worthwhile, more memorable, and happier than any other year before.
"Do you like it?" Rong Zhaonan's deep, magnetic voice came from behind, with a hint of doting laughter.
He stood behind Ning Yuan, bent down, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind. He whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.
Ning Yuan turned her head and subconsciously gave him a bright smile: "I love it!"
As he said this, his thin lips gently kissed her earlobe: "If you like it, then count how many fireworks we set off?"
Ning Yuan was startled, but then felt a chill behind her as her trouser leg was swiftly and deftly pulled down.
She stiffened slightly, and then heard the cold metallic clang of a belt buckle being undone behind her.
Then his passionate, delicate kisses landed on her collarbone: "Happy New Year, wife, shouldn't you reward me?"
Her body, shattered with vibrant colors, surpassed even the dazzling fireworks of the sky.
…………
Before we knew it, it was already the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and work resumed everywhere.
As soon as Wei Heng arrived at the entrance of his workplace, he saw Tang Zhenzhen's familiar figure.
He was already preoccupied with something, and when he saw her, his brow furrowed, and he turned and left.
But Tang Zhenzhen saw it and rushed over: "Wei Heng! Wait a minute!"
Having finally caught him, she couldn't let him escape!
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