Chapter 103 A Broken-hearted Song (1/2)

In the evening, Long Xi watched the video on her mobile phone, and sure enough, she saw from the video that Cheng Yimei was holding a press conference.

At first, Cheng Yimei tearfully tried to absolve herself. Later, without any further explanation, whether it was due to her taking the wrong medicine or some other unknown reason, she suddenly admitted that she was the one who killed Jiang Dahu. She even told the press about her entertainment company's tax evasion activities, and presented the evidence to the public.

Such startling news naturally became the ”hottest” topic. Afterward, there were reports that Cheng Yimei had been arrested by the police.

This time, the evidence was sufficient, and Cheng Yimei confessed to the crime.

Long Xi knew that it could only be the work of Mo Kun, and it seemed that she needed to reward him again!

The next evening, Long Xi, as usual, had dinner in the dining hall, and brought back the food she bought for Yu Lanjie, to the dormitory.

When she was nearing the dormitory building, she saw a familiar figure under the white poplar, that of Yan Wangchuan.

He stood there with a brownish-red maple violin in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

He gazed at Long Xi, his eyes were melancholic and seemed to contain thousands of messages.

These days, it seemed that Yan Wangchuan was a different person. He took a private art singing training class, which was outside of the school. As soon as school was over, he went for the training, and when he came back, he practiced the violin in the music room, on the campus.

It seemed that he really wanted to take the art examination.

Long Xi felt that he was there to see her, so she stopped and looked at him, quietly.

Wordlessly, Yan Wangchuan put the violin on his right shoulder, and played a tune, putting his whole heart into the song.

Long Xi recognized the tune. It was the graceful, sweet and famous violin song ”Love's Greeting”, which Yan Wangchuan had taught her, in the past.

The melody, which was filled with deep meaning, soared in the air. It was so touching, like a couple of lovers pouring out their feelings to each other, and there was also a trace of sadness in it. It also seemed that the person was complaining about their lover's absence for such a long period of time.

The slender figure and the pretty face of this handsome boy, were all interwoven with the shadows of dusk, under the tree. It formed a perfect frame for a beautiful picture.

Long Xi was also familiar with the violin. When Yan Wangchuan was a child, Ai Meiqi lived frugally and managed to buy for her son, his first violin.

At that time, Yan Wangchuan used it to play the first complete song, in his life. He also taught Long Xi to play the violin.

The past was gone, like a puff of smoke, and made people sigh in nostalgia!

Master Wangchuan had many fans, some from their class and some from the neighboring class. At this time, some of them poked their heads out of the dormitory windows and stared boldly, while some hid behind the windows and peeped out, at what he was doing.

When she was a child, Long Xi had listened to Yan Wangchuan playing the violin many times, but this was the first time that she heard him playing it with so much feeling.

At that time, Yan Wangchuan and Long Xi were still young and did not know what love was about.

”While young, I knew no grief; I just wrote new verses with false despair. I know what grief is now that I am old, but only to say I am glad that autumn was cold.”

After playing ”Love's Greeting”, Master Wangchuan said nothing, just smiled at Long Xi, and then turned away, with a trace of shyness and loneliness.

Long Xi looked at his defeated back and felt a pain in her heart, without knowing why.

Over the next few evenings, this scene was repeated. The only things that changed were the songs that Yan Wangchuan played. Some songs were very cheerful, recalling his happy childhood, while some were very sad, like mourning for a lost love.

It was getting colder and colder, and it rained continuously for several days.

Even in the misty rain, Yan Wangchuan insisted on playing without the shelter of an umbrella, and did not leave until Long Xi listened to his performance.

Of course, Long Xi was touched, and she felt sorry for him. But Yan Wangchuan never indicated that he was playing solely for Long Xi. He never said a word to her from the beginning to end, so Long Xi dared not tell him to stop doing that.

It was still raining on Friday evening.

Yan Wangchuan finished playing Liebesleid, and left in the rain, without saying a word.