"It’s really delicious, who would’ve thought, Qiuqiu is a chef."
"No, not really, it’s just ordinary ho cooking."
On the simple dining table in the living room.
Five dishes were neatly laid out.
Stir-fried chili with pork, boiled pork slices, oyster mushrooms with oil wheat, sauced beef, and a large salad.
The hot dishes were all stir-fried by Qiuqiu herself, while the other two were ready-made cold dishes bought from a nearby deli, simple yet full of life.
"Pop——" A gentle sound followed as Gao ngting skillfully opened the champagne, the foam bubbling over.
The amber wine flowed from the bottle into three glasses, glowing softly in the warm yellow light.
The light fruit fragrance mixed with the fresh bubbles quietly dispersed into the air.
"Co on, cheers! To now, and to this autumn." Gao ngting raised her glass, her eyes sparkling.
"Cheers!"
The glasses clinked lightly, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound.
The cool wine passed down the throat, bursting with aroma on the tip of the tongue.
An invigorating Mid-Autumn evening.
The window was half-open, the night wind slightly cool, brushing inside the room, perfectly mingling the scent of hot dishes and wine.
The three of them sat around the dining table, eating, drinking, chatting, laughing.
Even the usually quiet Qiuqiu beca lively, raising her glass several tis.
Outside, the night had quietly deepened, and half of the second bottle of champagne was gone.
The two girls got a bit tipsy, their faces rosy and their gazes unsteady.
Qiuqiu’s usually aloof mature lady appearance now seed adorably silly.
Gao ngting leaned against Tang Song’s shoulder, talking about a movie she had recently watched.
Getting excited, she suddenly tapped the table, "Qiuqiu, with such a great atmosphere, why don’t you play and sing a song."
Speaking of which, she winked at Tang Song: "Our designer here is very talented, not only does she draw well, but she can play guitar, bass, everything, super impressive!"
Qiuqiu was startled, blushing a little: "No, it’s just amateur level."
In front of Tang Song, a real "professional player," she felt quite ashad.
Tang Song looked at his partner and laughed: "My musical skills are also quite great, should I show you a trick?"
Qiuqiu’s eyes brightened, her face full of expectation and excitent.
She really liked listening to Tang Song sing and play.
"Showoff——" Gao ngting laughed and lightly slapped him, her gaze gentle.
She still rembered, when their neighbor Liu Wenning perford, Tang Song seed not very knowledgeable about music.
Back then, to care for this partner’s pride, she pretended not to mind.
Yet in reality, she had always appreciated talented boys since childhood.
"I’m quite serious." Tang Song’s brows arched, his smile carrying a touch of playful challenge.
Gao ngting tilted her head, "Can you play the violin? I just bought one recently and plan to teach myself."
She deliberately ntioned a relatively rare instrunt instead of guitar, also to consider Tang Song’s feelings.
Upon hearing the words "violin," a bright and eager light crossed Tang Song’s eyes, "Of course."
Truth be told, since acquiring this skill, he’d never played it, his hands suddenly itching.
"Alright! You’re the one who said it, don’t bla if it’s embarrassing later."
Gao ngting stood up, her steps light and airy, walking into the bedroom.
Before long, she ca out holding a reddish-brown violin.
She carefully placed the violin in front of him, "Here, sir, please perform."
Seeing his partner’s playful deanor, Tang Song chuckled softly and stood up.
With ease, he took the violin, his tone gentle and doting, asking, "What do you want to hear?"
Gao ngting blinked, said: "’Por Una Cabeza,’ I really like these two movies, ’Scent of a Woman’ and ’Schindler’s List,’ they both have this song, I love it, can you?"
Tang Song did not respond, gathered his thoughts, his shoulder gently tilted, the violin body against the collarbone, his slender fingers holding the bow, slowly lowering.
In an instant, skills and mories flooded into his mind like a torrent.
His aura gradually transford.
Coupled with his current attire, he exuded a strong artistic vibe.
Qiuqiu watched him without blinking, her heart racing.
Gao ngting’s brows raised, her face showing a look of surprise.
Just by appearances, he truly seed to have it, presenting the deanor of a master.
Next mont, the sound of the violin began.
The notes deep as night, carrying a magnificent lancholy, as though a dancer stepped out from a film fra, spinning and leaping under the light.
His left hand flexibly slid over the fingerboard, his right hand controlling the bow’s pressure, each note precise and filled with emotion.
Gao ngting originally supported her hand on the table, unknowingly, she lightly clenched it, her mouth opened wide, dumbfounded.
Qiuqiu’s eyes shone like stars, she sat on a small stool nearby, staring at him without blinking, even her breathing softened.
As the lody progressed, Tang Song imrsed himself entirely in the performance.
He closed his eyes, his body gently swaying, his posture elegant.
The bow danced like a sword, navigating pizzicato, vibrato, glissando smoothly, without obstruction.
Outside, the wind softly blew in, brushing through his hair.
The focused and romantic aura enveloping him made Gao ngting’s heart tremble slightly.
Perhaps she was truly drunk.
She closed her eyes, letting her body sway with Tang Song’s dance tune, a dreamy picture erging in her mind —
She wore a floor-length gown, he donned a sharp suit, the two stood in the center of an empty dance floor, eyes closed facing each other, spinning intertwining.
In the play of light and shadow, they drew near and parted, movents reserved yet full of tension.
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