No way, no way.
Was it the day they first met?
It seemed to be February 14th, Valentine's Day!
The little girl's eyes were wide open, her joy almost overflowing.
But...
Valentine's Day itself was quite special, what if he had just set it casually?
Hmm.
Wen Tingxue puffed out her cheeks, feeling a bit uncertain.
She didn't want to be presumptuous, yet she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with her.
Torn and conflicted, Yu Wenli led her by the collar towards the seating area.
As they sat down, she heard him sigh softly.
"It was related to you, why are you so insecure?"
"!"
Wen Tingxue's head shot up, meeting his downward gaze.
It was filled with tenderness, utterly undisguised.
Her heart suddenly raced uncontrollably, and she stammered, "I... I didn't..."
"Mm."
He nodded sincerely.
"You didn't overthink it. It's me being presumptuous, always feeling like I've given enough, never expecting..."
Yu Wenli tilted his head, his long eyebrows raised lazily and ambiguously.
His narrow, slightly upturned eyes were like hooks, seemingly born with charm.
"In the end, it's because I haven't given enough."
He sighed again.
Wen Tingxue: "..."
Her face suddenly felt hot.
It must be because the air conditioning was turned up too high.
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The prepared food was ready after a quick microwave.
The two sat side by side by the window, eating their late-night snack.
Outside, the streets were quiet, with only the occasional night-shift worker passing by.
Wen Tingxue blew on her pasta, and suddenly felt that Jiangcheng was quite nice.
It would be nice if things continued like this forever.
Yu Wenli sent a brief reply to Jiang Chengyuan, then opened an app and pushed it towards her.
"Want to play?"
Wen Tingxue lowered her gaze. It was the interface she had seen before.
Primarily black.
It felt both simple and complex.
"What is this?"
She curiously tapped twice, but nothing happened.
Just as she was about to look up and ask, a Bluetooth earphone was placed in her ear, and the sound of drums entered her eardrum.
She tapped again.
It was the sound of a guzheng.
"...A composition software?"
The little girl turned her head to ask him.
Yu Wenli nodded, "Sort of."
He had started playing with music arrangement at the age of nine. On the eve of his tenth birthday, he had written a letter to Jiang Chengyuan.
He received a reply on his birthday.
Undeniably.
Jiang Chengyuan had played a significant role in his current success and confidence.
He had taught him many things, both about music and about dealing with people.
Even when he casually mentioned that most composition software on the market wasn't quite up to par,
He hired professionals to teach him programming and development.
This software was something he had personally created.
It completely met his requirements.
"Come."
Yu Wenli gently held her fumbling fingers and slowly moved them, "Brother will teach you composition."
The young man's profile was etched with seriousness.
Wen Tingxue, however, was somewhat lost in thought.
The warmth on the back of her hand seeped through her skin, then burned all the way to her heart through her blood vessels.
It made her entire body feel hot.
It wasn't until the young man lifted his eyelids and looked at her teasingly that she seemed to snap back, blinking rapidly.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
The little girl asked, feigning composure, "Is there a problem?"
As she spoke, she pretended to examine the two audio tracks he had already edited.
Yu Wenli smiled, "There are no minor problems, but there is one major one."
"What major problem?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, he leaned in, the slight upward curve of his eyes tinged with laughter, incredibly alluring.
"My little girl has lost her soul, that's a big problem."
His clear, bright eyes were locked onto her, unwavering, the occasional flicker of emotion entirely focused on her.
Wen Tingxue knew she should look away, but his eyes seemed to possess a magic.
They drew her in so deeply that no matter how much her brain commanded,
She couldn't tear her gaze away, finding herself meeting his stare.
The air around them became charged with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Unable to withstand his gaze, Wen Tingxue grudgingly began to lean back.
Trying to avoid being so passive.
"Careful."
Yu Wenli's hand shot out, quickly steadying her waist to prevent her from falling.
"Phew—"
Wen Tingxue patted her chest, feeling a sense of lingering fear.
That was close.
If she had leaned back any further, she would have fallen.
The chair was quite high, and if she had fallen, it would have been a very awkward pose.
After helping her sit upright again, Yu Wenli suddenly said, "The sofa is better."
You wouldn't get hurt even if you fell.
Wen Tingxue: "?"
What did he mean?
Yu Wenli smiled without answering.
In the end, he still guided her fingers to complete a short piece of music.
When the result was played, Wen Tingxue felt the melody was very familiar.
It was like something she had heard before.
He wouldn't tell her when she asked, only telling her to think about it.
How could she possibly remember?
She knew nothing about music.
...
As they left the convenience store, the rain had not subsided.
Yu Wenli held the umbrella and walked her home.
The quiet path was filled with the patter of raindrops.
Wen Tingxue looked at the small puddles reflecting the ground, like scattered jewels on the earth.
"So, the 'gig' that Chi Zerui mentioned was your collaboration with King of Pop Jiang?"
"Mm."
In the convenience store, he had told her many things.
Including his collaboration with Jiang Chengyuan.
Wen Tingxue listened, feeling quite lost. She didn't understand these things. However, she had found an answer to one matter.
"Then the deadline is...?"
The little girl looked up, tentatively answering, "You have to submit the sheet music to King of Pop Jiang?"
She remembered that when she first arrived in Jiangcheng, Chi Zerui had mentioned this matter.
His expression had been quite serious.
Yu Wenli looked down and smiled, "My little girl not only has a good memory, but she's also very smart."
Although he had been praising her whenever he had the chance during this period.
She still felt her heart race with his earnest compliments, no matter how many times he said them.
After quickly looking away, she quickly looked back, blaming herself:
"Then... am I holding you back?"
On the deadline day, he had accompanied her for meals and shopping.
It must have taken up a lot of time.
"Quite the opposite."
Yu Wenli stopped walking, looked at her earnestly and gratefully, and said word by word, "You are my muse."
It was truly a coincidence.
He had received a call from his mother, asking him to meet someone at the high-speed train station.
He had been staring at a pile of discarded drafts.
There was nothing in his head.
He didn't even want to go to pick up A Rui.
But his mother had repeatedly ordered him, so he went, suppressing his impatience.
Unexpectedly, the moment he saw her at the high-speed train exit,
His previously dry and barren inspiration gushed forth once more.
...
By the time they reached the entrance of the Yu family's house, it was already past one in the morning.
Wen Tingxue worried that after singing and shouting, and walking such a long distance, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
She quickly gripped the umbrella handle, "I can go back by myself, you should go in..."
Before she could finish speaking, she noticed patches of water droplets on his clothes from the scattered lamplight.
"Why aren't you holding the umbrella over yourself properly! I'm not that delicate!"
Wen Tingxue anxiously took out tissues to wipe his sleeves.
One tissue was quickly more than half wet.
The little girl looked up at him with displeasure, her expression fierce and wronged.
She hadn't gotten a single drop of rain on her all the way back, at most her pant legs were slightly damp.
But he, half his body was soaked.
What was he trying to do!
Make her cry?
Yu Wenli immediately raised his hands in surrender, "Brother was wrong, but..."
Hearing him try to argue further, the little girl's eyes became fierce.
But after he finished speaking, she softened, almost wanting to cry.
He said, "Ordinary roses need to be pampered, let alone one that grows in Brother's heart. How could I bear to let you catch a cold or get frozen?"
Thank you to all the little cuties who have supported me~ The past plot is finished, and the formal emotional line is about to begin~