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"Guan Guan!" Xu Chengyang was stunned, "He, he, he... wasn't he the handsome capitalist guy that night!" "..." She really didn't need to remind her like this anymore. Xu Chengyang shook Yao Ye's arm again and exclaimed: "I said it looks so familiar! That's my Deity! My Deity! As a diehard fan of Deity, I didn’t recognize it! I’ll have to drink three cups of pearl milk tea later!” Yao Ye twitched his lips: “…” Before the noise stopped, the person on the podium suddenly coughed and stared at everyone indifferently. The whole place seemed to be shocked and fell into silence for an instant. Fu Weiheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at the dull Su Wan in the third row, and said lazily: "You all know the theme of this lecture, right?" The female student in the back row raised her hand first: "Classical music !" Su Wan was so frightened by Fu Weiheng's sudden gaze that he trembled unconsciously and whispered to himself: "It must be an illusion..." "Did he look at us just now! " Xu Chengyang tugged at the sleeves of both of them at the same time, his tone was gentle but his emotions were extremely exciting. Yao Ye snorted lightly, glanced at her with disdain, and said nothing. Xu Chengyang was confused: "What do you mean?" Yao Ye didn't even raise his eyelids: "Dismissive." Su Wan: "..." Xu Chengyang: "..." Fu Weiheng didn't say much, and immediately got into the topic of the lecture: "Can anyone tell me what classical music is?"
It was clearly a simple question, yet everyone fell silent in unison.
Fu Weiheng's beautiful eyes scanned the room, then he extended his slender finger and said in a deep voice, "The girl on the far right of the third row."
Everyone turned to look at the third row, where a pretty girl sat.
"Guan Guan! Guan Guan!" Xu Chengyang pushed her awake. "What are you daydreaming about? Fu Weiheng is calling you!"
Su Wan tilted her head up and noticed that everyone was staring at her intently. Standing on the stage, Fu Weiheng had an upright posture, and his dark eyes held a hint of a smile that inexplicably made her heart skip a beat.
Feeling embarrassed, Su Wan stood up and calmly said, "Teacher, I didn't hear your question clearly."
Fu Weiheng suddenly stepped down from the podium and slowly walked over to her side, speaking in a light tone, "I was reluctantly brought here by your Department Head to give you a lecture; I'm not really a teacher."
The Department Head is quite capable... to actually make Fu Weiheng come here against his will...
Su Wan smiled awkwardly. "…Mr. Fu."
Deity, is this a form of revenge for being dismissed?
He nodded in satisfaction. "What do you consider classical music?"
Su Wan replied slowly, "It refers to the classical music created from the Baroque period up until the early 20th century within the cultural tradition of Europe, which has certain distinctions from popular and folk music."
He looked down at her with furrowed brows. "Too complicated."
Su Wan: "…"
He really showed no mercy at all...
Fu Weiheng didn't ask further questions; he patted her shoulder to indicate she could sit down.
Su Wan had just sat down when Xu Chengyang reached over and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, looking at her seriously: "Let me feel the temperature of the Deity."
"…"
"Five words." He had already returned to the podium. "Ancient plus classic."
Su Wan: "…"
After all, the Deity was the Deity; their thoughts were not something mere mortals could comprehend…
The lecture lasted a full three hours, with no one leaving in between. In fact, more people came to admire him. Aside from Xu Chengyang occasionally taking out his phone to secretly snap photos of Fu Weiheng while being infatuated, and Su Wan secretly lost in thought at his stern expression, the entire lecture went smoothly and was quite enjoyable.
That evening, Xu Chengyang kept his promise and happily took the two of them out for a seafood buffet.
"You say!" Yao Ye slammed the table.
"What!" Xu Chengyang stood up, "You actually used Fu Weiheng as a shield!"
Yao Ye suddenly realized: "No wonder so many people were calling out to you!"
Xu Chengyang huffed: "How can you just brush off my Deity's tall and fair violinist!"
Su Wan calmly bit her straw: "By the time I reacted, he had already brushed me off…"
Xu Chengyang snorted: "Having looks is an advantage; it's completely justified to take advantage of it!"
Su Wan disagreed and countered: "Charm is a kind of innate beauty!"
"Su Wan!" Xu Chengyang exclaimed indignantly, "You shameless!"
Su Wan: "…"
She has also been taken by the hand, okay!
Yao Ye: "Xu Chengyang, your Fu Wei Hang isn't still single, is he?"
Xu Chengyang: "I want to know even more urgently than you do!"
Yao Ye: "Save it, capitalists are not to be underestimated."
"That's simply nonsense!" Xu said sternly, "He is clearly a musician!"
"…"
******
On the weekend, Su Wan visited the cemetery.
Her family could be considered a scholarly family; her grandparents were both educated individuals and professors at a university in their youth, dedicating their lives to their students. Her father was the Principal Cellist of an orchestra but later resigned from that position to provide Su Wan with a stable life, becoming a violin craftsman and focusing on teaching her Cello. Her aunt is a civil servant, and her uncle is a teacher at a middle school. As for her mother, she left for abroad without any hesitation after divorcing her father when Su Wan was three years old.
The day her mother left, it was raining. She stood by the window silently watching her mother’s figure under a black umbrella, not looking back. She knew that this woman was leaving her.
The next time she saw her mother was six years ago at her father's funeral.
The thirty-eight-year-old woman still had well-maintained, radiant skin. She wore a long black dress, and on her face, which showed no signs of aging, there was a hint of weariness as she said, "Guan Guan, I am your mother."
Su Wan looked up at her; those eyes, identical to her mother's, held some unclear emotions—was it hatred? Was it blame? Or disappointment?
She had heard that her mother became an internationally renowned piano performer, living in splendor;
She had heard that her mother had long since remarried and become someone else's mother, enjoying family happiness;
She had heard that her mother now had a happy family of three, living joyfully together.
"Ha..." Su Wan curled her lips in a cold smile, feeling the slight chill of moisture in her eyes. She turned her gaze away to prevent the tears from falling.
She spoke, each word icy and powerless, "Since you've left, why come back?"
To outsiders, Su Wan had always been a gentle and obedient girl. She rarely spoke, remaining quiet all these years without ever throwing a tantrum or acting willfully. Her resolute indifference at that moment left her aunt momentarily stunned, unable to say a word.
At that time, Su Wan thought, let it be. Leaving without any attachment, what does it mean to return now?
Her father, the one she would respect for a lifetime, had also left her. The path ahead was one she would walk alone, never wishing to look back again.
Later, Su Wan moved to Yishi with her aunt. At that time, her aunt suggested relocating her father's grave to Yishi for easier visits and maintenance. Su Wan did not agree. Yan Chuan was filled with memories of her and her father; she knew he would prefer to rest in this pure land of his hometown. So, with excellent scores in the college entrance examination, she applied to Yan University and returned here, back to the hometown filled with memories of her and her father.
By the time she arrived at the cemetery, it was already noon.
The security guard at the cemetery was Uncle He, a kind man nearing fifty, whose eyes crinkled into smiles whenever he laughed. During her college years, Su Wan visited every month, so she had become somewhat familiar with Uncle He.
"Hey there, little girl! Back again?" He leaned out from the security booth and greeted Su Wan with a warm smile.
"Yes, Uncle He. Have you had lunch yet?" Su Wan stood by the window, nodding slightly with a gentle smile.
"I've eaten already," Uncle He replied cheerfully. "You must be graduating soon."
"I'm in my senior year this year; I need to prepare for my internship," Su Wan nodded, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"That's great! You'll be working soon," he said as he glanced at his watch. "Oh, it's already past one? You should hurry along; it won't be safe if you get back late."
"Okay, goodbye Uncle He."
"Go on now," he said as he watched Su Wan's slender figure depart. "This child is truly thoughtful."
Su Wan simply dusted off her father's gravestone and placed the freshly bought lilies in front of it. Looking at the photo of her father on the gravestone, she spoke softly.
"Dad, I'm about to graduate and will soon start my internship."
"I submitted my resume to the band and will have an interview next week."
"Dad, what piece do you think I should play during the interview?"
"I want to play 'Amazing Grace'... Of course, I know I won't play as well as you..."
"Dad, I miss you so much..."
A gentle breeze lifted her hair by her ear, softly and tenderly, yet it felt particularly desolate and silent. Su Wan rubbed her reddened eyes and slightly bowed to her father.
When she left the cemetery, it was already past three in the afternoon. As evening approached, she wasn't in a hurry to return to school but took a bus to the old house where she used to live with her father. The house had been sold, and standing in front of the Small Villa, Su Wan stared blankly at the crimson wooden door. Back then, she would always stand at the entrance waiting for her father to come home, eagerly handing him his slippers. She would sit on the swing in the yard, admiring her father's nearly perfect Performance.
Time flew by, and those joyful moments were long gone.
Su Wan wandered around and went to a nearby park.
Even after more than ten years, aside from some renovations, everything else in the park had hardly changed.
She sat on a bench, staring blankly at the iron railing in front of her.
She remembered that it was here on this bench that her father first played 'Amazing Grace' for her.
Her father said, "Guan Guan, this is a song of forgiveness. You must always remember it. Life is short, and I hope your life is filled with happiness and peace."
...
She closed her eyes to reminisce when suddenly the tall and cold figure of Fu Weiheng appeared in her mind. His gentle smile when he helped her out of a situation and his interested expression when he asked questions came flooding back.
Suddenly, Su Wan smiled lightly but froze again when she opened her eyes.
The man in front of her was gazing at her with bright eyes. He was dressed in a shirt and dress pants, his figure tall and handsome. As the sun set, the beautiful afterglow illuminated him, elongating his shadow.
After a long day of work, Fu Weiheng felt mentally and physically exhausted. After finishing work, he drove here to unwind.
He casually walked along the iron-colored railing, and as he turned his gaze, he noticed a familiar silhouette sitting quietly on a bench.
He paused for a moment, momentarily entranced.
She had her eyes closed, her legs slightly apart, and her hands suspended in the air as if she were playing the Cello.
Her long black hair reminded him of the figure he had seen four years ago in London Park.
She smiled, her smile radiant like a flower, her features picturesque.
When she opened her eyes and saw him, her smile froze in surprise, her face filled with astonishment.
"Fu, Mr. Fu..." Su Wan slowly stood up. Looking at his extraordinarily handsome face and recalling her earlier silly smile while playing, her cheeks flushed inexplicably. She casually asked, "Mr. Fu also came for a walk?"
"Yes." He nodded slightly, a smile in his eyes as he asked, "Do you live nearby?"
"No." She shook her head; she hadn't lived here for many years. Then she countered with a question, "Do you live nearby, Mr. Fu?"
"I haven't lived here for a long time." He replied lightly, looking at her with warm eyes. "Shall I take you home?"
"No need, there's a subway station ahead." She smiled and waved him off politely before taking her leave. "Goodbye, Mr. Fu."
Watching her figure disappear into the distance, Fu Weiheng felt somewhat uneasy as he rubbed his forehead; it seemed he was always left behind by her...
******
Four days later was Su Wan's interview day. She specifically wore formal attire: a white long-sleeved shirt and striped dress pants.
When Su Wan calmly walked into the room with her instrument and sat down, she was taken aback to see Fu Weiheng sitting just three meters away, leisurely watching her. It seemed that ever since their wedding, she could encounter him anywhere she went.
The female manager sitting beside her was equally surprised, adjusting her glasses as she looked at Fu Weiheng. Why had the big boss suddenly arrived?
Only the Male Manager remained composed, introducing him: "This is Mr. Fu, the Executive CEO of Endless Group and the leader of the band."
Su Wan was not surprised by Fu Weiheng's noble status; he always dressed in expensive attire.
Fu Weiheng leaned back in his chair, raising an attractive eyebrow, and spoke in a calm voice, "Su Wan?"
Hearing his deep and rich voice call her name made her already restless heart skip a beat. She looked up and smiled lightly at him before quickly averting her gaze to adjust her performance posture.
"Let's begin," Fu Weiheng said in a low tone.
The soft sound of the piano gradually filled the air, each note gentle and melodious, lingering like an echo. Every measure flowed like a recitation, captivating the listener.
It was "Amazing Grace" once again.
Fu Weiheng's deep-set eyes were fixed on her figure, but his mind was filled with different emotions. With her eyes closed and long lashes casting shadows on her face, her fair fingers danced gracefully over the strings. He recalled that day in the park when he had unexpectedly found her sitting on a bench, her delicate face adorned with a faint smile that was truly enchanting.
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