Translator: 549690339
The romantic and elegant ambience inside might lift her spirits.
Jian Yufei ordered a glass of red wine, foie gras, a steak, and a piece of cake, then, her appetite whetted, she started to eat alone.
At the center of the restaurant, a man was playing the piano.
He was a very young man with fair skin, a proud nose, and a deep gaze in his half-closed eyes, suggestive of mixed ancestry.
He was dressed in a clean white shirt, sitting at the piano with his eyes slightly closed, his slender fingers dancing adeptly over the black and white keys.
The ornate ceiling overhead had a crystal light casting a gentle white glow that enveloped him, making him seem as if he were in an angel’s radiance.
Jian Yufei listened to him play “The Song of the Wanderer,” and could not help but become entranced.
It was a very sad composition.
She didn’t know why, but his performance lent a particularly sorrowful feeling to the tune.
Perhaps only a melancholic and lonely heart could truly render the soul of this music.
However, the young man on stage didn’t believe he had done a good job. At the end of the piece, he opened his eyes, clearly dissatisfied.
He stood up and spoke to a waiter. The waiter respectfully nodded and left. Shortly, he returned with a violin.
The man took the violin, tested the strings, and then openly asked the guests in the room.
“Is there anyone who would like to perform a duet with me?” He slowly scanned the room — some people were eager, others smiled and remained calm.
With no one answering. the man didn’t seem to mind- He smiled softly and said, “Then, I’ll perform a solo on the violin.”
He positioned the violin on his shoulder, about to start playing, when he noticed a woman in the corner raising her hand.
The woman was none other than Jian Yufei.
She didn’t know why, but she didn’t want him to be disappointed. Perhaps his melancholic music resonated with her heart.
“Miss, would you like to perform a duet with me?” His eyes sparkled slightly as he asked her with a smile.
Jian Yufei stood up and nodded. “Yes, can we perform the piece you just played?”
“Sure.” The man’s lips curved into a pleasant smile, his voice resonating attractively.
In an attempt to win Ruan Tianling’s affection, Jian Yufei had secretly been learning piano for half a year. She had worked hard and, in just six months, she was able to play many pieces.
Of course, this included that piece — “The Song of the Wanderer.”
It was a very sad piece that narrated the journey of a person pursuing their life’s goals.
When she first learned this piece, Jian Yufei could not identify with the character in the story.
Because, she too had ambitions, she too experienced the bitterness of striving in pursuit of her ultimate goal.
Earlier, while listening to the man’s piano music, a sense of melancholy — of not seeing an end, of not finding a target, had swiftly arisen in her.
At that moment, she was still immersed in that same sentiment.
Jian Yufei’s slender pale fingers danced lightly across the keys, accompanying the notes of the man’s violin, expressing all of her inner feelings…
As the piece concluded, the restaurant erupted into enthusiastic applause.
She lifted her head slightly, meeting the man’s appreciative smile, “Thank you, you played very well.”
Jian Yufei smiled, standing, she tucked her long hair behind her ear and modestly responded, “Your violin playing was fantastic.”
“You don’t need to be modest. Without your accompaniment, the piece would not have been perfect.” The man shook his head, extending a slender, strong hand towards her, “My name is Xiao Lang, let me take care of your lunch today..”