After Boss Lady Chen Guo finished singing, the stage was handed over to others.
But these folks were all about entertaining themselves.
Like the guy on the stage.
"Blow, blow, I blow with pride!"
That tune, it could have blown all the way to Siberia. Yet he looked so enraptured.
Luofeng couldn’t help but boo. The audience below joined in with a chorus of boos.
The guy on stage finally felt awkward, but he kept blowing away.
Duanmu Yunji, feigning provocation, said to Luofeng, "Why don’t you go up and sing a song?"
"So you brought me here just to hear me sing?" Luofeng teased with a smile.
Duanmu Yunji wouldn’t admit it and said, "Not at all. I genuinely enjoy coming here to relax. Whenever the pressure gets too much, I come here to listen to music and lift my spirits!"
Of course. She didn’t admit it, that’s true. But what she said was indeed genuine.
As Duanmu Yunji watched her beautiful fingers, she continued, "Practicing piano is really exhausting, seeing no hope, let alone a future."
Luofeng just wanted to say, if there’s no future, then don’t play the piano with those beautiful hands. Do something else; the future might be much brighter.
"My biggest goal is to win at the Chopin International Competition, but it’s extremely difficult. It requires talent, and my talent is probably just average!"
"Sometimes, I actually feel like giving up, like most of my classmates. After graduating, just find a piano-related job, or work in a training institution, or teach students myself. That wouldn’t be bad either, very relaxing..."
After Duanmu Yunji finished speaking, she took a sip of juice.
"So, young man, I brought you here just to share my life with you, no intention of goading you into singing."
If he had been an oblivious man, he would have immediately asked why she was sharing her life with him. But Luofeng understood what it meant. When a girl shares her life with you, that means she has a significant Good feeling towards you.
"Um, have you ever sung here?" After consoling her with a few words that things would get better, Luofeng asked.
"Of course."
"Then how about you sing one more time?" Luofeng inquired.
"No problem. After I sing, will you sing too?" Duanmu Yunji asked.
"Sure!" How could he lose face? Ever heard of the Singer Spirit Card?
Seeing this, Duanmu Yunji’s eyes lit up with anticipation. Without further ado, she tidied her long, straight, waist-length black hair that draped over her curvy hips, patted her cheeks, and walked onto the stage.
She quickly chose a song. As the intro started to play, Luofeng realized he hadn’t heard the song Duanmu Yunji was about to sing.
"Youth hasn’t aged, love has fled first
Loneliness has built a nest in the depths of my heart
Memories spread throughout my cells
The stories personal experience could tell,
Only the leading role remains, apart from me..."
Duanmu Yunji’s voice was on the delicate side. The song she sang carried a sorrow of parting.
Listening, Luofeng suddenly thought about leaving Capital City tomorrow.

Luofeng fell silent. Being a good man is so tough. And back in Shanghai, there were still so many beauties. What to do? I still have to leave tomorrow anyway.

The intro quickly began to play. Duanmu Yunji recognized the song at once. "Need Someone By My Side?" she thought, recalling her own song, which expressed a sorrow of parting. And his song was about needing someone by his side? Her emotions couldn’t help but become tangled.
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