Capítulo 1166: Chapter 1162: Writing a Song
Arriving in Hua Hai City, it was just past nine o’clock, and the city’s bustle was just beginning.
Ye Fan took a taxi heading towards Tianheng Square, while Sang Yuan hid his presence and quickly flew to catch up.
Upon reaching Tianheng Square, there happened to be a fireworks event in progress. Ye Fan quickly found Shen Yan, who was dressed in red with a balloon in hand, standing like a girl waiting for her beloved. Ye Fan couldn’t help but feel a bit bewildered, as if this beautiful mont had suddenly appeared, feeling almost unreal.
“Yanyan.” Ye Fan called out, walking over just as Shen Yan turned her head, their eyes eting. Shen Yan’s face turned a bit unnatural when she saw Ye Fan, and she imdiately avoided his gaze.
“Ye Fan, you’re here?”
Shen Yan said naturally, moving the bag from her back to her front, as if searching for sothing inside.
Ye Fan didn’t expect Shen Yan to be so businesslike upon seeing him. He smiled and asked, “Did you co by yourself?”
“Yes. I don’t want anyone to know about this.”
Shen Yan took out two envelopes from her bag, filled with letters and photos, and handed them to Ye Fan, saying, “I went to my mother’s old ho and found these things in an old box. Many of them are inscribed with strange symbols that, as far as I’ve researched, don’t seem to belong to any language on Earth. Ye Fan, now I’m giving them all to you.”
“Why give them to ?” Ye Fan wore a wry smile.
“I know you can help , so I’m entrusting them to you,” Shen Yan said. “While I may appear successful with my performances, I’m really just a simple woman. I hope you can look into this for … please?”
Ye Fan didn’t take the envelopes, not because he didn’t want to help Shen Yan, but simply because he couldn’t spare the ti.
He’s already troubled enough dealing with the issues concerning the seven sects of the Pan Gu secret realm. Now Shen Yan was asking him to get involved in matters concerning national interests, which he would rather leave to security departnts to handle.
“Okay.” Ye Fan finally took the envelopes. “I’ll pass them on to the relevant departnts. You know I’m insignificant and can’t intervene in many matters.”
“Thank you, Ye Fan.” Shen Yan’s expression was sowhat downcast.
Seeing Shen Yan’s weary appearance, Ye Fan couldn’t help but feel for her, realizing that she might have neglected taking care of herself while dealing with these matters in recent days.
“Where are you staying? I’ll see you ho,” Ye Fan said.
“No need, I have to catch an early morning flight back to Forty-Nine City…” Shen Yan said, “these past two days have been exhausting. Ye Fan, can you stay with a bit longer to watch the fireworks?”
Though Ye Fan was in a rush to return to Nanhai City, he couldn’t refuse such a heartfelt request from Shen Yan, even if his heart was made of stone. He nodded and said, “Actually, I want to watch them too. Let’s say you’re keeping company.”
Ye Fan didn’t say he was accompanying Shen Yan to avoid letting her feel indebted. Since Shen Yan had already said that nothing could happen between them, they could just enjoy each other’s company as friends.
The fireworks event continued, and though Ye Fan was sowhat distracted, Shen Yan was deeply engrossed.
“Ye Fan, you know, when I was little, I wondered how fireworks could fly into the sky. Back then, I even wished I could sprout wings and fly,” Shen Yan said with a bright, innocent smile.
Ye Fan chuckled, “Do you know what my childhood dream was, Yanyan? It was to travel every corner of the world with the girl I love.”
“You’re so good at making things up. Kids don’t understand feelings; how could they make such wishes?” Shen Yan initially thought Ye Fan was spouting nonsense and laughed, but as she finished speaking, her expression turned somber, and her smile froze.
Just as she said, children don’t understand emotions, but now they’re no longer children—they have emotions and burdens.
Noticing Shen Yan’s downcast expression, Ye Fan smiled and said, “Who says there’s no emotion? Back then, my favorite thing was pulling a girl’s pigtails and promising to marry her soday. Didn’t you play house when you were a kid, Yanyan?”
Shen Yan pouted slightly, chuckled, then shook her head, “Maybe because I had few playmates as a child, and grew up busy writing and singing.”
Ye Fan nodded, acknowledging that Shen Yan was always busy, leaving her little ti to confront and cultivate a genuine relationship. But she also understood the beauty of companionship, as they were now keeping each other company.
Ye Fan said, “Yanyan, I suddenly feel like singing, but there’s no guitar or any other accompanint.”
“You just want to sing, right? Why do you need accompanint? Just sing as you wish,” Shen Yan replied indifferently.
As the fireworks event reached its climax, the square erupted in cheers. Even Shen Yan joined in, shouting with the crowd, eventually releasing her wishes. After the fireworks, the sky filled with hydrogen balloons, and Ye Fan noticed they were each tied with little notes—wishes written upon them.
Only when it grew sowhat quieter, Shen Yan turned to Ye Fan and said, “Weren’t you going to sing? I want to hear it.”
Seeing a group of young students holding guitars in the distance, Ye Fan walked over and borrowed one. The students, male and female alike, mistook Ye Fan and Shen Yan for a couple, not realizing the star before them was actually the famous Shen Yan.
Ye Fan didn’t know where his inspiration ca from as he nonchalantly strumd the guitar, producing a soft, slow lody with a lyrical and lancholic tone.
Ye Fan began to sing, “What you seek is a single word of promise; what I overlooked is the bitterness of two words; what you say you understood that I didn’t, was the most beautiful thing for you. At that mont, I dimly realized the greatest happiness is sharing your smile, listening to my song…”
The lody carried emotions and was very tuneful. Ye Fan sang slowly, and his voice was pleasant to hear. Finishing a verse, a few young students nearby cheered along.
Soon after, a female student asked, “Hey, handso, you’re singing so beautifully, are you proposing to your girlfriend?”
Initially, Shen Yan was all smiles, but upon hearing these words, she couldn’t help but feel a bit somber. Yet, two female students nudged her towards Ye Fan, making Shen Yan even more embarrassed.
“Handso guy, your girlfriend is so pretty, why not propose to her?” The students continued to tease, drawing an even larger crowd around them.
Ye Fan said nothing, continuing to sing, “Perhaps your choices were the best you could make; my silence doesn’t an I don’t understand; many things only beco clear after ti passes. What shines brightest for you, my deepest regret, is that I didn’t tell you when you needed most: Happy Birthday!”
At first, Shen Yan could listen with a steady composure, but in the end, she couldn’t help but shed tears.
This day was no ordinary day—it was her birthday, and she felt particularly lonely and lost, seeking soone to accompany her.
Actually, Ye Fan didn’t know it was her birthday until he ca across so old photographs of Shen Yan’s mother, where he inadvertently discovered the truth of Shen Yan’s birthday.
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