Capítulo 1597: Chapter 560: Evening Breeze, Champagne, One Step Away_4
The “Soul Dance” gradually unfolded.
Teasing, elegance, ambiguity, and restraint.
The distance between them was just like this “A Step Away.”
Seemingly far yet close, seemingly close yet far.
Although they were clearly intimate, cooperating seamlessly, she always felt that a thin mist-like barrier lay between them.
Invisible, untouchable, yet undoubtedly present.
…
The notes slowly ca to an end, and the living room descended into absolute silence.
A few seconds later, Qiuqiu suddenly began to clap, very forcefully.
Tang Song put down the violin, his emotions gradually detaching from the performance state.
Looking at his partner who still had her eyes closed, he smiled and asked with a hint of anticipation and pride in his voice, “How was it? Satisfied?”
Gao ngting slowly opened her eyes, still a bit dazed.
She said softly, “That was amazing… you really surprised .”
Tang Song bead, his eyes shining with clarity.
Looking at his expression, Gao ngting tilted her head and smiled, “Had a full al and drank quite a bit, it’s really warm. How about going for a walk?”
“Just what I wanted.” Tang Song nodded.
Gao ngting picked up the coat from the rack and gracefully put it on.
Qiuqiu lowered her head, quietly tidying up the dining table.
…
The evening breeze rustled through the canopy, stirring the yellowing leaves, creating a “rustling” sound.
The two of them stepped out and walked through the quiet paths of the community.
Underfoot, light and shadow were mottled; stepping on fallen leaves occasionally made a soft sound.
They didn’t speak, rely walked side by side, yet didn’t feel awkward.
Occasionally their eyes t, they exchanged a glance and a smile, then tacitly looked away.
The streetlights’ dim and soft glow stretched their shadows long and far.
Unconsciously, they walked out of the Bamboo Stream Community, reaching the road outside.
This district wasn’t busy, just sparse traffic flowing through, headlights sweeping slowly over the ground.
Gao ngting, hands in her coat pockets, walked on the curb, occasionally hopping to avoid a pebble or mound, like a free-spirited girl.
Tang Song followed behind her, allowing the autumn evening breeze to brush his face, quietly watching her silhouette.
…
They walked like this for a long ti.
The streets were quiet, the night gentle, with wind brushing past her hair, reminiscent of flickering film in old movies.
Suddenly, Gao ngting stopped, casually removed her coat, draping it over her arm, and glanced back at him.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, the alcohol yet to fade, but her eyes were bright and clear.
The evening breeze lifted strands of hair, creating a dreamy, almost unreal beauty.
Tang Song stepped forward, standing in front of her, gently saying, “Put it on, it’s still cold at night.”
“I’m not cold.” She shook her head with a smile, pointing to an empty wooden bench by the roadside, “Tired of walking, let’s sit for a while.”
Her tone was soft, carrying a slight tipsy laziness and tenderness.
Tang Song didn’t insist, nodded, sat on the bench, and pulled her into his arms.
Gao ngting leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, their bodies close.
She spoke softly about Zhao Jingmin visiting earlier and reminisced about the college days with Zhao Jingmin and Shen Huijuan.
From freshman military training to graduation, renting warehouses, hitting markets, moving goods… cooped up in that little shop scheduling live streams.
Her voice was gentle, as if reminiscing, yet also sifting through the sedint of her heart.
Tang Song looked at her, not interrupting.
The subject gradually shifted from old friends and past events to recent reading.
They spoke of “Norwegian Wood,” discussing Naoko.
Gao ngting suddenly moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, staring at him unblinkingly.
Her face carried the flush of alcohol, but her gaze was clear.
Relaxed in his embrace, she exuded a faint scent of wine mixed with her unique fragrance, her warm breath brushing against his jaw.
“Has it stiffened now?” she suddenly asked.
“…Your feet?” Tang Song was slow to react.
“Silly!”
With that, Gao ngting couldn’t help but burst into laughter herself.
She lay her head on his shoulder, her entire body gently trembling.
This conversation was a classic scene between Naoko and Watanabe in “Norwegian Wood.”
It was one of her favorite parts, ambiguous, clumsy, yet heart-stirring.
She was delighted that her partner quickly grasped her aning.
“You’ve been drinking tonight, you definitely can’t ride a bike.”
“Mm, I know.”
“How about… you make do tonight and stay at my place?”
In the end, she couldn’t help but take that final step.
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