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In the evening, when Su Wan returned to the dormitory, she was unexpectedly in a great mood and brought back three pieces of fried chicken for Xu Chengyang.
Xu Chengyang stared at the three juicy pieces of fried chicken, swallowed hard, and looked surprised. "Is it buy one get two free today?"
Su Wan hummed a little tune, pulled out a chair, sat down, and opened her computer with a beaming smile. "You're so thin; you should eat more."
Xu Chengyang turned to exchange glances with Yao Ye. "Why do I feel like that smile is so strange..."
Yao Ye grabbed a drumstick and took a big bite. "Our Guan Guan has always been one to hide a knife behind a smile." She then took two chicken wings and returned to her chair, indifferent. "Anyway, it wasn't me who provoked her this afternoon."
Xu Chengyang shot a fierce glare at Yao Ye and then hurriedly sat down next to Su Wan, asking with a grin, "Guan Guan, what's making you so happy?"
Su Wan stared at her computer without moving her head. "Rich or poor, just be happy; not smiling is foolish."
Xu Chengyang furrowed his brows and thought for a long time. "??? What does that mean?"
Yao Ye chewed on the chicken in her mouth, swallowed, and without looking back said, "It means you're an idiot."
Xu Chengyang: "..."
******
The next afternoon, Su Wan went to the Piano Room as usual. Xu Chengyang burst into the Piano Room with his violin in hand, looking furious as he sat down next to Su Wan.
Su Wan flipped through the sheet music and looked at Xu Chengyang's wrinkled face, asking, "What's wrong?"
Xu Chengyang pouted and then exclaimed, "Guan Guan, you have to help me! Guan Guan! Boo hoo hoo..."
Su Wan: "..."
Xu Chengyang grabbed Su Wan's hands with a pitiful expression, saying, "Old Charlie said my performance at the end-of-term show last semester was too chaotic. He wants me to prepare a performance for this year's New Year's Day party, or I won't be able to graduate! Boo hoo hoo... you have to help me."
Su Wan gently patted Xu Chengyang's head and asked softly, "So, what do you need my help with?"
Xu Chengyang suddenly jumped up from the chair, beaming with excitement. "Let's find two more people and do a 'G Major Serenade'! What do you think?"
"Mozart?"
"Bingo!"
"That sounds good; it should turn out well."
Xu Chengyang instantly lit up with joy. "Hahaha! I'll go find a second violinist and a viola player from the next class! We'll make it a Quartet!" She happily took out her violin and played a few notes of the serenade melody. Then she suddenly remembered, "Oh right, Guan Guan! Old Charlie wants you to go to the office!"
...
The Piano Room was separated from the Department Head's office by a building. Su Wan jogged over, breathlessly knocking on the slightly ajar door.
"Come in!" Director Charlie's unique hoarse voice came from inside.
Su Wan pushed the door open. "Mr. Charlie."
"Oh! Swan, beautiful girl! Long time no see!" Old Charlie stood up from his chair. At over 170 centimeters tall, with a kind face and a plump figure, he wore a white shirt with a neatly tied bow tie that made him look incredibly charming.
Su Wan, being straightforward, replied, "Didn’t we just see each other the day before yesterday…"
"Guan Guan, how did your audition go? Successful?" Old Charlie personally poured her a glass of water and asked with concern.
"Yes, very successful!" Without Old Charlie's recommendation, Su Wan wouldn't have been able to join the group. She quickly expressed her gratitude, "Mr. Charlie, thank you very much."
"No need to be so polite, I just used a little bit of…" Old Charlie's Chinese was not very fluent; it took him a while to remember a word. "You Chinese seem to say… backdoor? Yes, that's right, backdoor!"
Su Wan: "…" Regardless, she still had to thank him.
"Swan, H&Y has a concert at our school next week. Do you know?" Old Charlie sat back down in his office chair and took a sip of coffee, smiling warmly.
"Mr. Fu mentioned it to me." Su Wan thought for a moment and expressed some doubts. "Why would H&Y suddenly hold a performance at our school?"
The smile in Old Charlie's eyes deepened as he looked at Su Wan meaningfully. "Backdoor, this kind of thing is very good!"
Su Wan: "…"
Alright, she probably guessed it...
The landline on the desk rang, and Old Charlie smiled as he asked Su Wan to wait a moment while he answered the call.
A message notification pinged on her phone. Su Wan opened it to find a message from Fu Weiheng with just two words: "Where are you?"
Su Wan's fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard as she replied: "Director's office."
After a while, the reply came: "I'm coming over."
Su Wan stared at the screen for a long time, wondering if Deity thought she was being reprimanded? Was he coming to give her a backdoor way out??
Her fingers continued to tap on her phone, but before she could hit send, there were two knocks on the office door, and Fu Weiheng walked in.
Su Wan was amazed at how fast he was...
Upon seeing Fu Weiheng, Old Charlie hurriedly said a couple of words on the phone before hanging up and prepared to give Fu Weiheng an enthusiastic hug: "Oh Neil! I miss you so much!"
However, Fu Weiheng slightly turned his body, deftly avoiding Old Charlie's embrace, and glanced at him with indifference.
Old Charlie was not surprised by Fu Weiheng's avoidance but still pretended to be heartbroken, clutching his chest: "My heart is broken..."
Su Wan: "..."
What is the reason these two seem to have known each other for a long time...
Fu Weiheng walked over to Su Wan, glanced at her, and then spoke coldly to Old Charlie, "The performance piece is almost ready; you can handle the rest yourself."
Without giving Old Charlie a chance to respond, he pulled Su Wan out of the office.
It wasn't until Su Wan stepped out that she realized what had happened. She paused and pointed back at the door, "Um... the director hasn't said I could leave..."
Fu Weiheng shot her a sharp look that made her shiver, and she quickly added, "You decide, you decide..."
Old Charlie in the office looked completely taken aback. NeilandSwan? Love?
Fu Weiheng gazed at her ink-black hair, his fingers twitching slightly with an impulse to touch it.
Suddenly, when the silence around him became apparent, Su Wan curiously turned her head and accidentally locked eyes with Fu Weiheng's deep, bright gaze. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her face flush. "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Weiheng came back to his senses, his expression calm as he smiled slightly. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"
Perhaps it was due to his deep, irresistible voice or those clear, profound eyes; this innate charm made Su Wan agree without a second thought. "Sure."
******
Su Wan initially thought Fu Weiheng simply wanted to take a stroll on nearby streets, but she didn't expect him to drive her here.
She lived in the place where her father once lived.
This also seemed to be the place where they met for the third time.
Fu Weiheng leaned against the car and raised his hand to point at the red-brick duplex building ahead. "That's the house I lived in before going abroad."
Su Wan turned her head, her eyes filled with surprise, and then laughed, "So we were neighbors at one point."
Fu Weiheng tilted his head to look at her.
Su Wan also raised her hand to point at a small villa a hundred meters away, smiling as she said, "That was my home with my father."
Fu Weiheng was taken aback for a moment, not expecting this additional connection.
Su Wan continued with a smile, "Maybe we even played together when we were kids."
"I didn't like going out much when I was young." His tone was light, as if he was just casually saying it.
Su Wan's smile froze on her face, and for a moment, she couldn't find the words. Yes, he was such a hardworking person; how could he let himself waste away like that?
If only they had met a little earlier.
Su Wan was stunned for a while and then changed the topic. "Mr. Fu, let me tell you a story?"
He smiled and said, "Okay."
Su Wan stepped forward and began to narrate, "More than twenty years ago, there lived an excellent Cellist here. He was handsome and kind, winning the hearts of many girls, but none ever captured his heart. He had a beloved piece, 'Amazing Grace'..."
Upon hearing this, Fu Weiheng paused, suddenly realizing something.
She continued, "One day, the Cellist went to London with his orchestra for a performance. The Cellist had a habit of playing his beloved piece 'Amazing Grace' in crowded places. He said that a song of forgiveness could bring peace and calm to everyone. It was because of this piece that he met the love of his life in London Park..." At this point, Su Wan hesitated, her previously relaxed expression dimming as she added softly, "Someone he believed could be his lifelong companion..."
"Su Wan..."
"Let me finish," she interrupted him with a smile.
The determination in her expression made Fu Weiheng unable to refuse: "Alright, go on."
"The girl was beautiful and cheerful; to the Cellist, she was extraordinary. Later, they got married and had a daughter. But this marriage lasted only three years. The girl wanted freedom and to pursue her dreams, so she resolutely divorced the Cellist and went abroad alone. After she left, the Cellist resigned from the orchestra and became a violin craftsman, dedicating himself to raising his daughter. However, good times were short-lived; when his daughter turned sixteen, he passed away from late-stage liver cancer." Unconsciously, Su Wan found herself at the long bench again. Her eyes grew warm as she sat down and looked at Fu Weiheng beside her, her voice choked with emotion, "At her father's funeral, the girl personally drove away her mother. But four years ago, out of longing, she followed her cousin to London to see her mother's current husband and son. At that time, she stood outside the railing, watching her mother smile so happily; she suddenly felt so unnecessary."
"Su Wan." A clear voice came from behind her. Fu Weiheng raised his gaze towards her, his eyes as deep as obsidian. "You must believe that the suffering in this world will never exceed your courage."
Su Wan was taken aback for a moment, her gaze falling on his fair and handsome face. He pressed his lips together, his expression calm and devoid of any emotion.
After a long silence, she finally spoke: "Later, I went to London Park, where my parents first met." She paused for a moment; her eyes sparkled with laughter. "I also learned to play a piece in front of others like my father did."
Fu Weiheng's heart skipped a beat; surprise flickered in his dark eyes. London Park—the vague figure he had missed for four years. He stepped in front of Su Wan; his usually steady voice trembled slightly: "In June four years ago? Was it also... 'Amazing Grace'?"
A gentle breeze swept by, blowing away Su Wan's long black hair. She brushed her hair aside, and her soft, melodious voice struck Fu Weiheng's heart: "Hmm, June, 'Amazing Grace.'"
Fu Weiheng paused for a moment, then suddenly turned and strode towards Cayenne. Before Su Wan could react, he was already several dozen meters away from her.
Next, Fu Weiheng took her cello from the car and ran back with it. He was tall, and the cello, which seemed large to Su Wan, appeared somewhat small on his shoulder. He wore a gray striped shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up below his elbows, exposing his fair arms. His smooth and handsome face bore sharp features that exuded a cold elegance, momentarily making Su Wan lose her focus.
Fu Weiheng took the cello off his back, still slightly out of breath: "Play it for me again." He looked into her eyes with deep determination and gently repeated, "Play it again, 'Amazing Grace.'"
Without hesitation, she took the cello: "Okay."
She quickly adjusted the cello and tuned it before playing; her movements were swift and fluid.
As the sun set in the west, the fiery dusk bathed every corner of the park, elongating her silhouette as she played.
The melodious sound of the cello resonated through the tree-lined path, attracting passersby. Fu Weiheng listened to the familiar music and watched the figure he had cared for over four years; from that moment on, his restless heart could no longer find peace.
If only he had not been so composed back then, he would have chased after her and held her back. At least now, he could like her a little more and a little longer.
Fortunately, fate had not wronged them. Fortunately, it allowed him to meet her once again. Fortunately, there was still time.
...
On her way home that evening, Su Wan stopped by a nearby convenience store. At checkout, she stood behind a tall man whose back was very slender. He wore a white shirt that subtly revealed his attractive back. His handsome profile was strong and well-defined, as if sculpted. Yes, he was quite a sight to behold.
"Can I pay by card?" The man's deep voice came from the front.
"Sir, you only have a bottle of mineral water..." The cashier seemed a bit troubled.
Su Wan leaned over to take a look. The man’s long fingers held a delicate wallet, and inside it was a photo ID of a girl, who looked charming and graceful. There was no cash in the wallet, but it was filled with shiny credit cards.
Well, she wasn't trying to snoop.
"I'll take care of it." Su Wan handed over her items and pulled out her wallet. "Put this gentleman's bill on my tab."
Jiang Zhi Yan turned around, and behind him stood a beautiful girl with a cello slung over her shoulder. However, he felt like he had seen this girl somewhere before...
"138xxxxxxxx, this is my number." Jiang Zhi Yan took the bottle of mineral water and quickly recited his phone number, hoping she wouldn't remember it.
Su Wan packed up her purchased items and coldly refused, "No need, it's just a bottle of water."
Well, let’s consider it the price for seeing the photo in your wallet, she added in her mind.
"Thank you." Jiang Zhi Yan raised an eyebrow, instinctively feeling that this was Su Wan's way of playing hard to get. So he said nothing more and simply turned to leave after saying "goodbye."
Su Wan glanced at his retreating figure, and Fu Weiheng's handsome and ethereal face floated into her mind. Her heart raced; well, he was even better looking.
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