He was puzzled, somewhat sad, and felt like crying.
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Chapter 40 My Sister's School Art Performance
I didn't want to be in a relationship during high school...
I don't want to be in a relationship...
My parents wouldn't agree either...
I wouldn't be willing...
These words echoed in Yang Feng's ears. Under the streetlights in the daytime, he was the only one walking slowly, feeling lonely.
Whenever he gets upset, he habitually takes out his favorite Fourteen Gentlemen cigarettes from his pocket, lights one, and takes a deep drag.
As the thick smoke gradually disappeared before his eyes, a faint scent lingered in the air. He boarded the bus and returned to the roadside entrance of the coffee shop from the direction of Shilidi.
Yang Feng smoked countless cigarettes on the bus, only putting them out when they arrived at their stop and slowly walking off.
He felt a pang of regret, wondering why he had confessed his feelings to her so suddenly, now he couldn't even be friends with her anymore.
He was a proud person who was afraid of losing face, and now he didn't know how to face his beautiful classmate who was the school beauty.
"Sigh..." Yang Feng sighed deeply, wanting to release everything that was suppressed in his heart.
But is that even possible?
Without thinking about anything else, Yang Feng quickly walked into the coffee shop. It was already past eight o'clock, past working hours, but he decided to work overtime.
Upon arriving at the coffee shop, I sat directly in front of the piano, my hands flowing smoothly across the black and white keys as I gently played a tune.
He could only forget the suppressed thoughts in his heart by immersing himself completely in the music.
But her image still lingered in his mind, and tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't understand why she had rejected him.
Is it really because the parents disagree?
If someone truly loves you, would she care if her parents disagree?
Yang Feng is more emotional than rational. Unlike other boys, his mind was wandering, and his red lips simply began to softly sing a song from his mind.
"Wind blows and rain turns into flowers... Time can't catch up with the white horse... Are the dreams you held in your youth still tightly in your hand?"
His voice sounded low, as if he were only singing softly.
The surrounding customers turned their heads to look at the melodious piano music and the deep male voice, becoming completely captivated.
"Hmm?" Wu Miaoyin heard the sound of piano playing from the office, so she got up and went outside. She saw Yang Feng's slightly sad figure, frowned, and muttered, "I thought you weren't coming."
Immediately, Wu Miaoyin smiled faintly, took a cup of coffee and a magazine, sat down in a single seat, and listened quietly.
Whenever she heard him playing the piano, she would sigh inwardly. Today, he was actually singing softly by himself, which surprised her a little. However, he sang quite well, though it still couldn't compare to those singers.
Immersed in the music, Yang Feng gradually woke up after two hours and realized that it was already 10 p.m.
After receiving his wages for the day from Wu Miaoyin, Yang Feng turned and walked towards the Pingfan residential area.
......
He wasn't the only one grieving; Han Shilan's eyes were also red-rimmed, and she was now filled with regret.
I regret rejecting him.
She has never been in a relationship, focusing primarily on her studies. Her parents are high-ranking officials with very strict requirements, making it absolutely impossible for her to date during high school.
As the school beauty, she has been confessed to by countless boys since elementary school, and the reasons for each rejection were similar to those for rejecting Yang Feng.
This time, she regretted it and returned home after rejecting Yang Feng.
Sitting at her desk now, she had absolutely no interest in doing her homework and felt extremely disappointed.
"Lanlan, take a rest and have some fruit."
At that moment, a slightly young woman walked in through the bedroom door, carrying a plate of kiwis.
"Mom, I have no appetite."
Han Shilan snapped out of her daze, shook her little head, and spoke.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The woman, named Xia Lan, looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression, her worried look completely different from her usual self.
"No," Han Shilan said slowly. "Mom, I'm tired. You can go out now."
Xia Lan suddenly understood something. She had also come from her daughter's house, so she placed the fruit on her desk and said, "I'll leave the fruit here and go now."
"Okay, thank you, Mom," Han Shilan said, forcing a smile.
Xia Lan left Han Shilan's room and went to the study, where she met a mature yet alluring middle-aged man. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a chiseled face, a high nose, and an air of maturity and composure. He was Han Shilan's father, Han Yutang, the current mayor of Yanjing City.
"Yutang, I sense that Lanlan is acting strangely," Xia Lan said, sitting down next to him.
"Something seems off." Han Yutang looked up, touched his gold-rimmed glasses, and asked in confusion.
"I have a feeling she's in a relationship," Xia Lan said.
"Huh? How is that possible?" Han Yutang's expression changed. "I'll go to the school and ask about it another day after the music festival ends."