Chapter 817: Chapter 808: Neighbor (6)
Fine red wine doesn’t intoxicate at first; it simply brings a delightful buzz, leaving an endless aftertaste. Shang Feifei doesn’t blush after a re sip like Bo Yan does—she considers herself to have a decent alcohol tolerance. At this mont, although slightly inebriated, she still has control over her body and will.
Furthermore, Han Yifan is behaving like a perfect gentleman—during her break, he swiftly cleared the dishes from the table. Seeing how adept he was, Shang Feifei couldn’t help but ask, “Have you studied cooking before?”
“No, I’m self-taught. I once went abroad with Bo Yan on an exchange program. My parents cut off, didn’t give any money; it was Bo Yan who ‘sponsored’ . Without money, I had no choice but to learn how to cook.”
He refused to study finance and didn’t want to study architecture either; he just wanted to go abroad to study music. Eventually settling for less, he pursued his master’s degree dostically and went on exchange internationally.
To toughen him up, his parents didn’t provide him living expenses either. Fortunately, he was admitted to N University with a scholarship. When he was penniless, he and Bo Yan even went to pick grapes in a vineyard in France, earning three thousand euros for a week’s work. That’s also when he got acquainted with wine and thereafter, couldn’t stop indulging.
Shang Feifei attended a high school affiliated with the Dance Academy and completed her undergraduate studies at the Film Academy. Though she studied diligently and was considered decent in the entertainnt industry, she couldn’t compare to genuine intellectuals. Seeing her interest, Han Yifan then shared many amusing stories from his school and student exchange days.
While Han Yifan usually acted frivolously, he was nevertheless a proper N University master’s graduate. Shang Feifei herself had a fondness for cultured and scholarly individuals. Having never seen this side of Han Yifan before, she was quite engrossed for a while. As the conversation flowed, they needed drinks, but the closest thing at hand was the bottle of Romane-Conti. For the sake of this bottle of Romane-Conti, Shang Feifei didn’t refuse his offers to refill her glass, and the two of them drank the entire bottle back and forth unwittingly.
It was only at this ti that Shang Feifei felt slightly tipsy. Perhaps because Han Yifan had been very proper today, or because they had been involved before, she wasn’t too guarded.
At that mont, Han Yifan got up and walked over to the piano in the corner of the hall, affectionately touching the piano keys: “Actually, my initial dream wasn’t about playing heavy tal, or drinking, but becoming a pianist. It’s a pity my family thought these instrunts were just hobbies, and studying them was enough; eventually, I would have to return ho and help with the family business. If they had supported , perhaps I could have been a pianist by now.”
“Do you play the piano?”
“Do you want to listen?” Han Yifan asked, turning back.
Shang Feifei nodded. Han Yifan adjusted the sound briefly and truly sat down before the piano and began to play.
The lodious music flowed, and Shang Feifei walked over involuntarily. Han Yifan played Chopin’s Piano Concerto No. 2, and at the end of the piece, he lanted, “What a sha, this was ant for a four-hand duet; it would be perfect if soone joined in.”
“It’s been a long ti since I’ve practiced.”
“No problem, let’s try together.” Han Yifan pulled over another piano stool for her to sit.
Shang Feifei glanced at the sheet music, tried a little, and Han Yifan imdiately followed, the two beginning to collaborate. Of course, such a four-hand duet without much recent practice is challenging to pull off successfully. Shang Feifei made a mistake, a bit embarrassed, she said, “Sorry, my mistake…”
Before she could finish, Han Yifan turned his head towards her and sealed her lips with a kiss.
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