Her eyes quickly glanced at Fang Cheng, trying to hide her feelings but not knowing what to say.
Suddenly, she rembered the ti her father caught them having breakfast together at the dining table during the building lockdown.
Her face turned crimson red, hot enough to fry an egg, as the blush spread all the way to her ears.
Zhou Yongnian looked at his daughter, flustered and hurried, recalling how he was unable to hide his thoughts when he pursued He Huiqin as a young man.
He shook his head with a smile, didn’t say anything to spoil the mood, and turned to take out his keys, heading to his old car parked downstairs.
As the engine started, the car trembled lightly and drove into the morning rush in the sunlight.
Watching her father drive away, Xiui suddenly felt relieved.
She then turned to glance at Fang Cheng, fingers fiddling with her backpack strap, and explained sowhat awkwardly:
"My dad is like that. He’s used to being a cop and likes to say weird things. Don’t take it to heart."
Fang Cheng smiled, his tone carefree:
"I think so too. Just then, Uncle Zhou’s gaze was like he was interrogating a criminal. Maybe he’s worried I’ll bully you and wants to take to the police station for questioning."
Zhou Xiui burst into laughter, though her face remained flushed.
"Let’s go, or you’ll really be late for class."
Fang Cheng raised his hand, pointing to the busy intersection up ahead.
Zhou Xiui responded with a "hm" and quickened her pace to catch up.
The two walked side by side, stepping over puddles in the uneven ground.
Old Factory Street was bustling in the morning, with the honking of electric scooters and the hawking calls from breakfast stands.
Amid the cacophony, Fang Cheng suddenly asked:
"How have your music classes been lately?"
Zhou Xiui’s eyes brightened, her lips curving into a delighted smile:
"During yesterday’s vocal guidance class, Professor Li specifically praised , saying my voice was clear and clean when singing ’Fisherman’s Song,’ and my emotional layering was particularly delicate."
Her speech picked up pace, a rare excitent gleaming in her eyes.
"He even said that I should lead next week’s community charity performance. Brother Cheng, you know? This is the first ti I’m the lead vocal in a formal performance."
"That’s amazing!"
Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows, sincerely praising:
"I’ve always said you have a lot of talent in this area. When we were kids, I loved hearing you sing. It always lifted my spirits."
"If you beco a famous singer soday, don’t forget , your long-ti listener."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiui pursed her lips, but the dimples on her cheeks couldn’t help but ripple with joy.
She then enthusiastically shared her various novel experiences in the music camp, along with her harmonious relationship with her classmates.
The two walked and talked, the atmosphere gradually relaxing.
Fang Cheng turned his head, observing the girl with fluttering long hair and sparkling eyes beside him, his heart stirred slightly.
He once asked Zhou Xiui what her dream was.
Zhou Xiui’s eyes were confused, thinking she wanted to open a cake shop or breakfast stall, or find a stable office job, but she never found an answer that made her eyes light up.
Fang Cheng recalled how, as a child, she always liked to hum songs by the window, her notebooks filled with scribbled musical notes.
So he decided to help her find her dream.
At New Year’s, Zhou Xiui gifted him a sports watch as a New Year’s gift.
Fang Cheng returned the sentint with a set of music training course coupons and secretly helped her sign up for this year’s singing talent show on Eastern Capital TV Station.
"Give it a try."
When he said this, he could clearly see the surprise and excitent in her eyes.
Fang Cheng looked at the radiant smile on Zhou Xiui’s face and silently vowed:
"Even if this path is full of the unknown and challenges, I will be your strongest support behind the scenes!"
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