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"Hechen, what's wrong?"
Sheng Yunyi noticed his distraction and looked up as well.
The zither's melody came from the second room on the third floor, clear and crisp like a mountain spring, and as ethereal as the chirping of birds in a secluded valley.
Zhou Hechen's expression was distant, and he sighed softly, "This zither music reminds me of my childhood days living in South City, where I once heard..."
He did not continue.
At his birth, the monks of Hualun Temple said he would face a calamity, which could only be avoided by being raised in the countryside.
So he grew up in South City with his grandmother until he was ten years old, when he was brought back to Jiangcheng.
South City was culturally rich, with craftsmen everywhere on the streets. Years of exposure made him particularly fond of classical music and artifacts.
Sheng Yunyi smiled, "Then let's go up together and see which master is playing."
"You really understand me," Zhou Hechen smiled back.
The two went upstairs together.
With Yan Tingfeng's hearing, he knew everything the moment Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi stepped on the first stair.
He closed his eyes, a faint trace of murderous intent showing at the corner of his eyes, "I'm not seeing anyone."
Rong Yu was still clueless, "Huh?"
He remained clueless for a dozen seconds until there was a knock on the door, which was when he finally understood what Tingfeng meant.
Rong Yu originally did not intend to answer, but the person outside was obviously persistent and knocked several more times before he opened the door irritably, "What do you want?"
Zhou Hechen just wanted to know who the person playing the zither was, but the doorway was tightly blocked by Rong Yu, allowing only a glimpse of the blue skirt embroidered with golden dragon patterns.
Rong Yu, "What are you looking at? Who are you?"
Zhou Hechen's eyes instantly turned fierce, "You—"
"Sir, I'm really sorry." Sheng Yunyi quickly took hold of Zhou Hechen's hand and smiled warmly, "We just didn't know which master was playing the zither, and we both like classical music and wanted to pay a visit."
Rong Yu was incredibly cold, "No, get lost!"
"Bang!"
The door was ruthlessly closed.
Zhou Hechen's expression turned utterly cold, his hand forcefully slamming into the wall.
Could anyone in Jiangcheng not recognize him?
"Hechen, don't be angry, you're hurting your own body," Sheng Yunyi consoled, "Artists often have their own temperaments. Let's go back and check which master recently has a schedule in Jiangcheng, then we can visit later."
Zhou Hechen took a deep breath, calming down, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Let's go to the exhibition first then," Sheng Yunyi linked arms with him, and they left.
In the rest room, the music of the zither flowed, an unending thread.
The ethereal tones painted a vision of a powerful stream, breaking through layers of mountains, finally merging into a vast ocean, shattering stubborn rocks with the storm.
Time passed, and eventually, the melody ended, and the roar of the waves subsided.
"Is that the end of the performance?" Rong Yu was like someone waking from a long dream, still somewhat disoriented.
He had attended many classical music concerts, but this was the first time he was left wanting more.
"Yes," Ye Wanlan put down the zither and nodded, "I have other matters to attend to, so I will leave now."
"Where is Miss Ye going?" Yan Tingfeng coughed lightly, smiling slightly, "Let me take Miss Ye."
Ye Wanlan turned back, quietly observing him for three seconds, her eyebrows arching, "Sure, you go get the car, I'll wait for you."
Watching the girl's retreating figure, Rong Yu teased, "Bro, you like her?"
Yan Tingfeng blinked, his smile affectionate, each word laced with deep emotion, "Like her, very much."
Rong Yu, however, broke out in a cold sweat.
Why did he feel like this was the kind of 'like' someone had when they wanted to turn the other person into a specimen?
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He wrapped himself tightly in his clothes, terrified.
Originally, he only had to deal with Yan Tingfeng, one lunatic, but now there were two, and his brother had gone even crazier because of Ye Wanlan, that lunatic.
He really couldn't stay in this world any longer!
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At nine o'clock in the evening, when Ye Wanlan met with Cheng Qingli, she brought along a cup of milk tea that she liked, as usual.
"Sister Lan, it's so late today, where are we going?" Cheng Qingli asked.
"Today, we're going to find our chief costume designer."
Cheng Qingli asked subconsciously, "Which club?"
"No," Ye Wanlan gazed into the distance, "he's at Little Gold Mountain."
Little Gold Mountain was a wild mountain on the eastern side of Jiangcheng, where car racing enthusiasts often gathered.
Especially on starless and moonless nights, it became a gathering place for lunatics.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, many people had already entered the mountain. The roar of cars carried up to them, signaling that the revelry had begun at the summit.
Suddenly, Cheng Qingli exclaimed, "Wow, Sister Lan, someone is cosplaying here! Let me search which character with white hair they're doing!"
Ye Wanlan looked over and unexpectedly recognized the person.
Yan Tingfeng was leaning against the front of a car, clad in black leather. His striking white hair, indifferent demeanor, and eyes that dazzled with brilliance held a hidden smile.
Yet, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, which remained ice-cold.
Many passersby looked at him, amazed by his stunning appearance, but no one dared approach him.
Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes.
This was a very strange man.
By day, he was like the warm sunshine, gentle and elegant.
At night, he resembled the dark currents of an abyss, unpredictable and inscrutable.
He had the appearance of a celestial being but the heart of a devil.
How could someone's personality be so starkly split in two?
He turned his head and saw her, his eyebrows and eyes still indifferent, as if he didn't recognize her.
When he noticed her gaze fixed on his hair, he suddenly smiled and walked toward her.
"Wig," Yan Tingfeng touched a strand of white hair and asked, "Don't you like it?"
This was actually his real hair, which he would usually hide by taking medicine.
The history books wouldn't record everything; many well-known figures were only mentioned in passing.
The Six Great Sects had a considerable influence on history, but were still Jianghu forces, unknown to the Imperial Court, which wouldn't be aware of Jianghu affairs or his secret.
Ye Wanlan said, "It looks good, I have a thing for white hair."
Yan Tingfeng paused, raising his eyebrows in surprise for the first time, "What?"
Ye Wanlan also reached out and hooked a strand of white hair, "Seeing white hair, I just want to bully it, see it cry."
A murderous intent coalesced in an instant!
But the next second, Yan Tingfeng suddenly laughed out loud, his phoenix eyes curving, his voice clear and captivating, "Miss Ye, you're really interesting. Coming here so late, aren't you afraid of a fatality?"
Ye Wanlan looked at him, "What about you?"
"Me?" Yan Tingfeng stopped smiling, but his voice was gentle, "I like watching fatalities unfold."
Little Gold Mountain was steep and unusual, and the mountain roads were forcibly pressed out by car racing enthusiasts.
Tourists who came here would only watch sunrises and sunsets from the Gold Mountain Hotel, and normal people wouldn't enter the mountain.
So when Sheng Yunyi saw Ye Wanlan, she was very surprised. She didn't hesitate and contacted Zhou Hechen right away.
"Hechen, I saw Miss Ye here at Little Gold Mountain," she said with difficulty, "She's with a bunch of racing ruffians, and they've already gone in. If they get drunk tonight and something happens... Even if she's mad at you, this is going too far."