Imposter Young Master
Chapter 332 - 335 Harmonica_1

Chapter 332: Chapter 335 Harmonica_1

The tin can serving as a time capsule contained only a simple, old harmonica. Judging by the color and style, it seemed to have a long history.

Yang Gang took out the harmonica and placed it to his mouth. Soon, a melodious tune echoed out. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, all over the sky, hanging up there, shining brightly, like numerous little eyes..."

Yang Gang didn’t know why he was playing this tune. It felt like somewhere in the depths of his memory, he had heard someone playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" on a harmonica, and he started playing subconsciously.

A moment later, hurried footsteps approached. Following was a panting Yang Fei who came into view.

She looked at Yang Gang and stuttered, "So, it’s you, Yang Gang."

Yang Gang chuckled, "Or perhaps you thought it was Sima Bing?"

Yang Fei flustered, "What nonsense are you talking about? Teacher Sima has never played this song on the harmonica. Ah!"

It was only then that Yang Fei realized something and stormed off, "Yang Gang, you bastard, what did you do? Isn’t this the time capsule I buried? You dug it up?!"

"Well, I primarily wanted to dig up my time capsule. You know, now I’m like a man with amnesia, and it’s unsettling not to understand my past self. I figured that I could perhaps discover something about my past from the time capsule. So... your time capsule just came up in the process," Yang Gang replied.

Yang Fei swiftly snatched the harmonica.

Yang Gang’s lips twitched slightly, "Is it really necessary? Was that harmonica a gift from Sima Bing?"

Yang Fei glared at Yang Gang, "What nonsense! This harmonica belonged to our mother. She used to play ’Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ for us when we were little. Since you have forgotten, how did you suddenly play this song? Ah! You have amnesia, but still remember Teacher Sima?"

Yang Gang calmly said, "I have selective amnesia. Although I have forgotten most people and things, I still remember Sima Bing. After all, he was your first love."

Yang Fei’s face turned dark, "What first love? My first boyfriend hasn’t even been born yet."

She then added, "However, Teacher Sima is indeed my type. It’s a pity he disappeared two years ago and has not been heard from since."

Yang Fei paused and then looked at Yang Gang saying, "Hey, Yang Gang, do you really not remember anything about our mother?"

"Uh..." Yang Gang hesitated slightly then replied, "Mom passed away early, I don’t have any impression. I just remember seeing other kids cuddling on their mothers’ laps and feeling very envious as a kid. Sometimes, I also fantasized how great it would be if mom were still alive."

Yang Gang paused, looked at the harmonica in Yang Fei’s hand and suddenly asked, "Feifei, do you know what song ’Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ was adapted from?"

"Huh? It’s not an original?" Yang Fei was surprised.

Yang Gang rolled his eyes, "Do you really consider yourself a music genius? ’Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ is derived from the English nursery rhyme ’Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’ Mozart transformed it into ’Mother, Listen to Me,’ a piano piece. Later, it was introduced into Huaxia and became the widely circulated children’s song ’Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’"

Yang Fei was stunned, "’Mother, Listen to Me,’ huh..."

Her expression turned somewhat melancholic.

Yang Gang walked over to Yang Fei, holding her in his arms, and gently said, "I will protect you in mom’s stead."

Yang Fei’s face pressed against Yang Gang’s chest, feeling a bit hot.

"Hmph! Brothers like you are the most unreliable. You’ll abandon your sister once you get married. I have to find a boyfriend to protect me as soon as possible."

There was a hint of pride in her voice, but Yang Fei did not leave Yang Gang’s embrace.

After a while, two coughs broke the silence.

Gu Xiaorou appeared in front of Yang Gang and Yang Fei with an annoyed look on her face.

Yang Fei, embarrassed, quickly jumped away, stuck her tongue out at Yang Gang, made a cute face, and ran off without looking back.

After Yang Fei left, Gu Xiaorou, puffing with anger, walked over to Yang Gang and bit his neck.

"Bastard, are you really going for your sister?" Gu Xiaorou glared at him.

"Yang Fei is not my biological sister. No, I really don’t have any intentions towards Yang Fei. Why do I feel like a ’straight husband suspected of coming out desperately explaining to his wife’?" replied Yang Gang.

Gu Xiaorou’s face turned slightly red, "Who’s your wife? With your flirtatious character, you’re destined to be a bachelor!"

"Ha~~"

"Don’t ’Ha’ me, come shopping with me," Gu Xiaorou said.

Both of them had barely left the school when two cars almost simultaneously came to a halt beside them.

Then, two men, each holding a bouquet of flowers walked over from the two cars and stopped by Gu Xiaorou.

Observing this, Yang Gang had a strange premonition that a clichéd melodrama was about to be staged.

These two men were Zhang Yu and Little Qi.

Zhang Yu was quite ticked off to see Little Qi: "Why are you acting like a leper?"

Little Qi was unwilling to be outdone and retorted, "Look who’s talking. It’s clear we’ve broken up, but you still cling to Xiaorou. Who’s the real nuisance here?"

"You!" Zhang Yu was quite furious.

"What’s ’you’? Zhang Yu, we’re equals now. Do you still think you’re Xiaorou’s boyfriend? Stop indulging in fantasies, wake up!" Little Qi mocked without any hesitation.

"Little Qi, I’m warning you, don’t provoke me!" Threatened Zhang Yu.

Little Qi disdainfully glanced at Zhang Yu, "If you’re brave enough, fight me directly. Don’t just talk big."

The crowd of onlookers at the school gate had grown larger, with the two still arguing fiercely and neither showing signs of giving in.

Gu Xiaorou maintained a calm expression, and she decisively took hold of Yang Gang’s hand, "Let’s go, Gang."

Wow!

The crowd let out a loud cheer.

Everyone looked at Yang Gang with admiration. He was the true winner!

For a moment, Young Master Yang felt quite elated. Holding onto Gu Xiaorou’s hand, he brazenly walked away.

Behind him, Zhang Yu clenched his fist, his face somewhat distorted.

If he could, he would have already attacked Yang Gang.

But he couldn’t.

Because Zhang Miao had already warned him.

If there were still people in this world whom Zhang Yu feared in his crazed state, that person would be Zhang Miao.

Zhang Yu coldly glared at Little Qi, "Little Qi, I’m warning you for the last time, don’t test my patience. I can’t attack Yang Gang, but when it comes to you, I have no qualms!"

Little Qi shrugged, completely indifferent.

After leaving the school gate, Yang Gang was still holding Gu Xiaorou’s hand.

During this, Gu Xiaorou sneaked a glance at him, a tinge of blush sweeping over her ears, but she showed no signs of pulling away.

When they passed by an intersection, a crowd had gathered. A few women were beating another woman viciously in the middle of the crowd.

"You shameless woman, we’ve been sisters for so many years, and you seduced my husband. Slut, I’m going to tear your clothes off today!" One of the women threatened fiercely.

The crowd watching also joined in:

"Strip off her clothes, women who encroach on others’ husbands are the most shameless!" Someone spat at the battered woman.

"Exactly, even stealing your best friend’s husband. How could anyone stoop so low? If this were in ancient times, such a shameless woman would be drowned in a pig cage!"

...

Gu Xiaorou looked extremely awkward. She quickly let go of Yang Gang’s hand, intending to leave, but after a moment of silence, she suddenly parted the crowd and rushed in.

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ps: Whew! I don’t know why some readers concluded that Yang Fei is having an affair. Sima Bing’s appearance was obviously to lay the groundwork for Yang Gang and Yang Fei’s romantic development. Otherwise, with Young Master Yang’s deplorably low EQ, I don’t know when he’d realize his feelings. When reading my books, don’t worry about the female characters having affairs or anything like that. I won’t be explaining this again. Also, thank you all for your support.