Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 471 - 470: Splitting Bricks with Bare Hands, or Crushing Boulders on the Chest?

Chapter 471: Chapter 470: Splitting Bricks with Bare Hands, or Crushing Boulders on the Chest?

They didn’t realize snowflakes had started to drift down from the sky until they left the auditorium, coating the ground with a layer like powdered sugar.

"Slow down, don’t run."

Su Yuncheng held on to Lin Nianhe, worried that the snow might conceal ice and cause her to slip.

Instinctively, he enveloped her small hand with his large one, keeping at bay the bitter cold.

Lin Nianhe put his hand with hers into his coat pocket, then looked at him with a smile, "This way, neither of us will be cold."

Snowflakes landed on the tip of her nose, turning to droplets in an instant, slightly chilly.

Su Yuncheng wiped away that bit of moisture, taking steps toward home with Lin Nianhe at a leisurely pace.

His steps were not quick, fitting neatly with Lin Nianhe’s usual walking speed.

The commotion of the auditorium was left behind them, as well as the two people at the door—

"I don’t know about others, but if my sister was taken away by someone, I’d definitely smash them."

Sie Yuguo had a mischievous smile, stirring up trouble without any concern for consequences.

Lin Huai Zhou gave him a sidelong glance, "Your brother-in-law seems to be living quite well though."

Sie Yuguo: "..."

Lin Huai Zhou turned back, gazing at his sister’s silhouette through the snowy mist, muttering to himself as if in self-hypnosis, "It’s fine, it’s fine, just a minor issue... Xiao He is willing to be coaxed by him for now, so let it be, just let it be..."

Sie Yuguo: "...?"

It seems this man is close to breaking down too.

Their chattering seemed to be whisked away by the wind, failing to hinder the steps of Su Yuncheng and Lin Nianhe.

They went straight back to the Lin Family home, both their hands still warm.

"Come to my room." After pouring a glass of water for Su Yuncheng, Lin Nianhe headed upstairs with him.

Su Yuncheng’s ears were red. As he was sat down on a chair, he pursed his lips, looking somewhat at a loss while watching Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe blinked her bright eyes, asking him, "Have you decided? What would you like to see?"

Su Yuncheng awkwardly took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then spoke, "Anything’s fine."

Lin Nianhe: "You probably don’t want to see me break bricks with my bare hands or smash rocks with my chest, right?"

Su Yuncheng: "Definitely not."

"Then..." Lin Nianhe caught sight of the violin case on the bookshelf, her eyes brightening. Taking down the case she asked, "How about I play the violin for you?"

A glint of anticipation flickered in Su Yuncheng’s eyes: "That would be nice."

He knew that Lin Nianhe had been learning the violin since she was a child because Lin Huai Zhou often had to take her to lessons. However, he had never heard Lin Nianhe play the violin.

Lin Nianhe opened the case, and a faint smell of rosin wafted through the air. She asked softly, "What piece would you like to hear?"

She had dabbled in many instruments, and while she might not excel at all, she was at least able to play a tune on each of them.

Su Yuncheng felt embarrassed: "I don’t know much about music."

He wasn’t even sure what pieces there were for the violin. The only instrument he was familiar with was the trumpet, and the most common "piece" he heard was the wake-up call.

He and she were so different. The interests she had since childhood were completely alien to him, he...

"That’s great, I like that you don’t understand."

Lin Nianhe smiled playfully, stabilizing Major Su’s lovestruck mind with a single sentence.

"Wait a moment, I haven’t practiced in a long time and am quite off-tune." Lin Nianhe lowered her gaze to tune the instrument, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her serious demeanor causing Su Yuncheng to involuntarily hold his breath.

Lin Nianhe was quick to tune, making the most of her excellent aural skills. After attending to the strings, she picked up the rosin to care for the bow.

Su Yuncheng remained seated, waiting without showing a jot of impatience. In fact, he enjoyed and never tired of watching her do anything.

Finally, as preparations were completed, Lin Nianhe looked up at Su Yuncheng.

"I’m going to start."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe smiled faintly, expertly placed the violin on her shoulder, paused her bow hand lightly, then lifted it.

As the bow stroked the strings, trembling vibrations rose, and delightful notes leapt out, filling the entire room.

The piece Lin Nianhe chose was not complex, Canon in D major, gentle and comfortable tunes, melodious with a hint of liveliness, the most soothing to the heart.

Su Yuncheng watched her unwaveringly, not even willing to blink.

He felt it was magical; a violin that looked so ordinary could produce such moving music under the jumps of her fingertips.

Perhaps what amazed him was not the music, but her, whom he had always adored.

The piece was not long, just five minutes.

When the bow left the strings, Su Yuncheng immediately applauded.

He hurriedly stood up, took the violin from Lin Nianhe’s hands, carefully placing it on the table, then began massaging her arms, "Tiring, right?"

Lin Nianhe: "Not really."

Su Yuncheng noticed the many crossed indentations on the tips of her left fingers, slightly reddened. He frowned, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Nianhe: "Not that either."

She was amused by his anxious demeanor, stretched out her left hand and said, "Take a good look, I have calluses on my fingertips, pressing the strings doesn’t hurt anymore."

Major Su was good at capturing the main point, "It used to hurt before?"

"Er..."

...

Lin Huai Zhou loitered in the auditorium for another twenty minutes, finally unable to bear it any longer, and got up to leave.

Sie Yugu immediately perked up, following him step by step, with his usual trouble-stirring smirk, "Huaizhou, where are you going? Look, they are having a date, and you’re going to intrude, what’s that about?"

Lin Huai Zhou gave him a sidelong glance: "What do you know."

"Hey, I don’t understand, I don’t understand, then let me learn something from your experience."

Different from the cool and hard style of Lin Huai Zhou and Su Yuncheng, Sie Yugu was always laid-back when not at work or facing his younger brother, resembling the irresponsible young masters. His own explanation was that people need to relax, always being tense will wear someone out eventually; the interpretation of Su Yuncheng and Lin Huai Zhou was—Sie Yugu couldn’t keep anything serious within.

Lin Huai Zhou was full of worry for his sister. The night, the snow, the moonlight, his sister alone in a room with Su Yuncheng... no matter how he thought about it, it seemed very dangerous!

He hurried home, the wound even starting to ache from the haste.

Both the Lin and Su families were quiet, but Lin Huai Zhou still spotted the two silhouettes in his sister’s window.

Lin Huai Zhou lightened his steps, originally thinking if there were no inappropriate sounds, then out of respect for the New Year, he would spare Su Yuncheng and leave as quietly as he came, in order not to dampen his sister’s mood.

But then—

"Can you hurry up a bit? I’m about to fall asleep."

Lin Nianhe’s voice was soft, like whining coquettishly.

"Mm, I’ll try."

Following quietly behind was Sie Yugu who patted Lin Huai Zhou’s shoulder, and as he turned around, quickly made a few gestures.

The meaning was clear: You go ahead, I’ll wait here. If that rascal Su Yuncheng dares to run, I’ll trip him!

Lin Huai Zhou’s head buzzed, he almost blacked out and collapsed.