Chapter 440

Tonight, Li Heng was in the mood; he played four pieces in one go: "Dongtinghu Fairyland," "Summer," "Hexi Corridor," and "Kiss the Rain," before stopping.

Once the four pieces were played, half of Junshan Island went quiet, the Song family went quiet, and only the buzzing of insects remained in the surroundings, with Dongtinghu in a state of peace.

The younger uncle waited for a while, but didn't wait for the flute playing to continue. He sighed disappointedly: "It's most suitable to listen to this kind of instrumental music in the middle of the lake. It's quiet and has a feeling to it; it makes me not want to go back to Changsha to work."

The people around nodded involuntarily, highly approving of this statement.

Song Shi opened a hot cigarette butt and said to his wife, who had lost her focus: "The wind is picking up. Didn't you say you had a headache? Do you want to go back to the room and rest for a while?"

Jiang Yue shook her head and then nodded, getting up and entering the room.

A few minutes passed. Song Shi was a bit worried and followed her to the second floor, but happened to see his wife by the bedroom window, holding binoculars and observing the outside.

He was a bit stunned. He closed the bedroom door, walked over to check, and found that the place his wife was watching was exactly the direction where his daughter and Li Heng were sitting.

After a long while, Song Shi asked: "When did you buy this thing?"

Jiang Yue didn't speak. After observing with the binoculars for a while, she suddenly handed them to her husband: "Take a look. Yu Bao really has Li Heng in her heart."

Song Shi didn't understand. He hesitated for a moment, took the binoculars, and placed them in front of his eyes.

With just one look, he was completely stunned.

What was inside the binoculars?

His daughter's right hand was stroking Li Heng's left cheek, while that boy sat there motionless, like a sculpture.

Was his daughter the active one?

With this doubt, Song Shi shifted his gaze to his daughter's face, but unfortunately, he could only see a profile. But this profile was enough; he could see that his daughter was very calm at the moment, with no sign of being forced at all.

After another while, Song Shi asked in a low voice: "Who was the active one?"

Jiang Yue said with a complex expression: "I saw the whole process. I don't know if this Li Heng knows magic? He said a few words to our daughter, and our daughter couldn't help but put her right hand on his face. Tell me, why would the daughter we raised with all our heart be tricked out of her heart by him like this?"

Many years ago, the couple had considered whether to have a second child, but after seeing their daughter's appearance when she was young, their hearts were melted by her. After discussing it, they decided not to have any more and decided to raise this one well.

All these years, their daughter had been very well-behaved, sensible, and beautiful; she was a model everyone envied, and the couple often felt proud and honored to have such a daughter.

But they didn't know when Li Heng had broken into their daughter's heart, and he had stolen Yu Bao's heart in such a chaotic way, which made Jiang Yue lose her composure.

But due to her personal cultivation and her care for her daughter's face and dignity, she couldn't vent her anger, and she couldn't even bear to say a harsh word.

Song Shi put down the binoculars, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then squeezed the cigarette butt, crushing it out regardless of the heat, and finally sighed silently.

Jiang Yue saw her husband's bewildered state, but she didn't ask, nor did she offer comfort, because she was no better off than her husband at the moment; her heart felt blocked.

On the other side, by Dongtinghu.

After playing the four pieces, Li Heng put down the erhu and said to Song Yu with a smile: "There are 10 pieces in the instrumental music album. I played 4 today, and I'll play 3 each tomorrow and the day after. These are my treasures at the bottom of the box; let me whet your appetite first."

Influenced by her mother, Song Yu had liked instrumental music since she was a child. Just now, she had become mesmerized while listening, staring at Li Heng's profile in a daze.

After a long while, she asked curiously: "When were these scores written?"

Li Heng told his old story: "Inspiration accumulated intermittently over the past few years. I just didn't manage them well before; every time I wrote a section, I would store it away. A while ago, Teacher Yu suggested I release an instrumental music album. I thought it was a good idea, so I spent time reorganizing them."

Song Yu looked at him quietly, silent for a long time.

Being looked at for too long, Li Heng put down the erhu: "How are the pieces?"

"Beautiful," Song Yu said.

Li Heng reached out to touch his face, making small talk: "Then what is this? Do you think my face is too immature and lacks the vicissitudes of life in the music?"

Song Yu smiled and said softly: "You are more talented than I imagined."

"Oh, that's a good thing, right? Who would dislike their pursuer being talented?" Li Heng joked, focusing on livening up the atmosphere.

Song Yu smiled beautifully, then slowly stopped: "It's not disliking, but sometimes, being too excellent also brings troubles, doesn't it?"

Hearing this, the playful mood on Li Heng's face gradually disappeared.

He understood that Song Yu had something behind her words.

He understood even better what Song Yu was troubled by.

At this point, the two looked at each other and fell into silence.

It was also at this moment that Li Heng had a flash of inspiration and thought of the conversation in the room, the conversation when she handed him the envelope.

She asked him if he remembered what he said during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

He had been stuck at the time and hadn't recalled it.

And now, he finally remembered.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, right here by the lake, he had told her: In this life, he most wanted to marry her as his wife.

At that time, Song Yu didn't say anything after hearing it, nor did she make any physical gestures; she just stared quietly at the Dongtinghu surface in a daze.

Thinking of this, Li Heng suddenly said seriously: "I have always kept in mind what I said last year, and it is still valid in this life."

Suddenly hearing these nonsensical words, Song Yu was not confused. On the contrary, the clever girl understood almost instantly that he was answering the question from the room.

After looking at each other for a while, she remained silent, neither asking how he would put these words into practice, nor asking how he would deal with Xiao Han and Chen Chen Chen Zijin.

After looking at each other for about two minutes, Song Yu showed tenderness on her face, stretched out her slender right hand, slowly pressed it on his left cheek, stroked it gently for a moment, and said: "Li Heng, thank you! Thank you for your love!"

Li Heng's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He sat there without moving, his brain spinning rapidly, savoring the meaning of these two "thank yous."

However, Song Yu didn't give him much time to think. Amidst the wanton evening breeze, she withdrew her hand, stood up, and said: "It's getting dark; I'll accompany you for a walk a bit longer."

"Oh, okay." Watching her fluttering clothes for a moment, Li Heng stood up, and the two walked side by side along the lakeside path.

Arriving at a small fjord, Li Heng looked up at the tea mountain on the top of the mountain: "How is the summer tea harvest this year?"

"The harvest is okay, and the price is slightly more expensive than in previous years. Grandma and Grandpa are very happy and have a lot of drive," Song Yu said.

Li Heng stood in place for about 30 seconds, then said: "I miss the days of picking summer tea with you last year immensely. I have also longed to accompany you to pick tea every year in the future. Let's go up the mountain tomorrow."

These were the words he said last year, and since the summer vacation began, Song Yu would think of them from time to time.

She said quietly: "Okay."

PS: Something unexpected delayed me. I checked the backend; I've only updated 206,000 words this month. There are 10 days left; I need to work harder.

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