CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER012 FIRST AWAKENING OF LOVE_3

The lights in the hall gradually dimmed, and the stage was already filled with musicians. Ye Yin Huan, dressed in an immaculate and exquisite black suit, radiantly walked onto the conductor’s podium.

Today’s performance consists of two pieces, Saint-Saëns’ "Danse Macabre" and Vivaldi’s "Winter." Both pieces have distinctly different styles.

The symphonic poem "Danse Macabre" adopts the melody of a medieval judgment day hymn, giving it a strange and eerie feel. The violin solo vividly portrays the sound of bones clashing, which might seem creepy at first glance, but upon closer listening, the melody of the whole symphonic poem is actually very beautiful and fluid. The entire work possesses a mysterious and eerie characteristic. [cited from Baidu introduction]

Vivaldi’s "Winter" is typical of the Baroque classical style. The first movement is an allegro, using highly descriptive music to depict a scene of cold winds and heavy snow. The second movement is an adagio, featuring warm and tranquil music, like a harmonious family gathered under a Christmas tree. The third movement is filled with humor and is also an allegro. This concerto paints winter as cold and desolate but also contains a yearning and expectation for spring. [cited from Baidu introduction]

As the performance ended, the hall was immediately filled with the crisp sound of applause, and everyone stood up, applauding in unison.

As they were leaving, Su Wan received a WeChat message from Fu Weiheng: "Wait for me at the entrance."

Over there, Fu Weiheng, with a sullen face, sent the message and then glared at Jiang Zhiyan, who was not far away, smiling and waving at him, before striding towards the exit.

Outside the concert hall, Su Wan stammered awkwardly, "...It seems Mr. Fu is looking for me for something."

The two spoke in unison: "Go on, go on, come back later."

Su Wan: "..."

Watching the retreating figures of Xu Chengyang and Yao Ye without looking back, her thoughts gradually drifted away...

"What are you thinking about?"

Beside her came a familiar magnetic voice, and Fu Weiheng, having appeared at some point, stood behind her. Su Wan turned back, slightly dazed, and spoke unhurriedly, "...I always have a feeling of being sold off."

Fu Weiheng laughed, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes: "If that day ever comes..." His voice brushed past her ear, "I can only redeem you myself."

Su Wan: "..."

In the late autumn, the sky darkened quickly, and a new moon hung in the smoky gray night sky, bright and gentle. The air was a bit dry, a breeze blew past, and Su Wan felt a chill, rubbing her arms.

Beside her, Fu Weiheng suddenly spoke: "I’m hungry."

Su Wan: "...There’s a noodle shop behind the school, the taste is quite good."

As she finished speaking, Fu Weiheng unexpectedly took her hand and started jogging: "Let’s run there, it’s kind of cold."

The sudden contact made Su Wan’s heart skip a beat.

This wasn’t the first time they held hands, but it was the first time Su Wan truly felt the warmth of his hand. That hand was warm, broad, slightly rough. Her palm moved slightly, feeling the solid calluses on his fingertips, formed by years of pressing the violin strings.

Looking up, his elegant suit accentuated his stable and handsome presence, and his tall back unexpectedly made Su Wan feel particularly at ease.

Su Wan brought her hand back, unknowingly holding on more tightly.

Feeling the warmth in his hand, Fu Weiheng’s heart trembled slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted silently as he led her to run farther.

On an autumn night, on the wide and smooth cement road of the campus, the dim yellow lights illuminated two jogging figures, warm and bright.