Chapter 493: Chapter 273: Dream Marriage, Oath Necklace_2 Chapter 493: Chapter 273: Dream Marriage, Oath Necklace_2 He glanced at the folk guitar in his hand.
Tang Song gently pinched Wen Ruan’s hand and kissed her ear.
Breathing in her mature, sexy scent, he whispered softly, “Ruannuan, what song would you like to hear? I’ll sing it for you.”
His voice calling “Ruannuan” instantly made Wen Ruan’s legs go weak.
A faint blush appeared on her face, and she gently patted his chest, “Anything will do, today there are many people here, don’t bla if it’s embarrassing.”
Tang Song wanted to cheer her up, and she naturally couldn’t bear to refuse.
Although they often talked about music, they had never been to a KTV together and she had never heard him sing, so she let him choose whatever he wanted to sing.
Even if he was tone-deaf, Wen Ruan would still think it heavenly.
In the end, she was just enjoying Tang Song’s care and attention.
“OK.” Tang Song released Wen Ruan’s hand, “I just heard you guys singing ‘Bridge of Peace,’ but I interrupted. Let finish this song then.”
Having said that, his gaze shifted to Zheng Jinpeng and he smiled, stretching out his hand, “May I use the guitar, thank you.”
Zheng Jinpeng raised his eyebrows, paused for a mont, but still handed it over.
Sun Simin looked at Zheng Jinpeng, then at Tang Song, as if she could see the picture of several boys vying for Wen Ruan’s affection in the campus again.
It has to be said, he really was quite assertive.
Importantly, Tang Song’s deanor wasn’t at all off-putting, very gracious indeed.
Atmosphere coordinator Zhang Xintong clapped her hands, chuckling, “Go for it, go for it!”
Sun Simin also clapped in encouragent.
Hearing that Tang Song was going to play and sing with a guitar, Wen Ruan exclaid in surprise, “You can play the guitar? Why haven’t you told before?”
“There’s a lot I can do, it requires you to slowly discover.” Tang Song flashed her a radiant smile and sat down on a high stool by the window, holding the guitar.
His posture was upright and graceful.
So ssy locks of hair fluttered in the night breeze, his defined jawline, handso features, combined with a fairly formal dress, created a distinct charisma.
He gently plucked the guitar strings, briefly testing the sound.
Tang Song looked up, his gaze fixing on Wen Ruan.
The elegant white shirt with the collar slightly open revealed his exquisite collarbone and the clear outline of his muscles.
Underneath his high nose, his lips slightly pursed, his eyes deep and bright.
A rich artistic vibe oozed from him.
“How handso!” Zhang Xintong couldn’t help but clasp her hands to her chest.
Sun Simin and Su Keke also dazzled.
Never mind how the guitar playing was, solely based on looks, it was too captivating!
Wen Ruan pursed her lips tightly, her hands clenched.
This was a side of Tang Song she had never seen before.
She hadn’t realized he had this side to him, truly a treasure of a boy.
“Ding ding dong dong~tap~”
The prelude lody flowed out enticingly, intermittently accompanied by a “tap tap” sound from patting the sound box.
Tang Song’s fingertips glided, skipped, and pressed on the strings, each motion precise and emotive, as agile and rhythmic as a dancer.
It instantly gave everyone goosebumps.
“Fingerstyle guitar!?” Zhang Xintong exclaid with her mouth wide open and eyes almost popping out.
Zheng Jinpeng’s expression beca sowhat rigid; he was half a professional player.
Having practiced since junior high and being the main player in the university guitar club, he and a few friends even ssed around in a band.
From Tang Song’s technique and skill, Zheng Jinpeng imdiately recognized that his level was absolutely professional.
He perford various techniques effortlessly, with a smooth and natural rhythm.
The others also noticed Tang Song’s unique playing style.
The tonality was richer than a regular guitar, very nuanced and expressive.
It sounded like multiple instrunts being played at the sa ti on just one guitar.
So good it was explosive!
The captivating prelude ended, and a magnetic voice began to sing.
「♪BGM: Please tell again, about that day, the girl holding the box…」
Professional level music theory, an optimized voice, experience added from Suyu’s lyric book, and a unique fingerstyle guitar.
Instantly creating a tranquil, distant atmosphere, stirring everyone’s emotions.
「♪BGM: I know those sumrs, just like youth, can’t co back, what replaces dreams is only begrudging acceptance, I know the nonsense we boasted, will also be laughed off with youth…」
Wen Ruan’s gaze gradually beca infatuated, staring blankly in Tang Song’s direction.
Listening to his singing, her thoughts were swayed by his voice.
Nostalgia and attachnt for youth, reflection and helplessness about life’s changes, a faint sadness and loneliness…
“Bridge of Peace,” this song, under Tang Song’s performance, struck her heartstrings just right.
It also completely ignited the long-suppressed gloom within her.
…
The faint evening breeze ca through the window, gently swaying the white chiffon curtains.
Only the sound of guitar playing echoed on the second floor of the bridal shop.
Under the bright and dazzling lights, Tang Song’s gaze gradually lowered.
He completely imrsed himself in the performance.
At tis the guitar’s tone was low and lodious, like a whisper in the night;
at other tis it was high and spirited, like a call at dawn.
His voice interwove with the sound of the guitar, creating an indescribable harmony and beauty.
「♪BGM: I know this world, every day has too many regrets, so hello, goodbye…」
The singing stopped, leaving only the pleasing sound of the guitar.
Tang Song looked up and saw Wen Ruan with tears streaming down her face, her expression desolate.
He stood up from the bar stool, paced over to her, and began to casually innovate the chords.
Letting the notes carry a longing and anticipation for the future.
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