【If Heaven Has Feelings】(70)

Author: hyperx Word Count: 10236 :threbd-9131700-1-1.

Chapter Seventy
"Master Gao, your big thing is really something I miss." Vera Su's lazy, husky voice carried a hint of cloying sweetness, reminiscent of the rousing moans from not long ago.
My naked body lay comfortably sprawled on the king-size bed. The room still held the scent of a mature woman and bodily fluids. Brightly colored, sexy women's clothing was scattered haphazardly on the sofa and carpet, and the woman who owned these clothes was now lying naked beside me.
At Grandpa Yang's funeral, the long-absent Vera Su reappeared before me. Although she appeared dignified and quiet, I knew it was all a facade. Sure enough, I soon received her call, and we met at the Shangri-La Hotel in the Haitang District as agreed, rekindling our romance in a luxurious and comfortable VIP room.
We spent the entire afternoon on this large bed. For two people who knew each other intimately, there was no better way to communicate than through physical intimacy. Vera Su's boldness and uninhibited nature allowed me to be completely uninhibited, showering my desire upon her ripe body, pushing her to the peak of passion time and time again, before finally ejaculating deep inside her.
"Su Su, your transformation is quite surprising. I almost didn't recognize you last time." I reached out and gently stroked her soft, delicate cheeks, the smooth touch of my fingertips bringing me great pleasure.
"Hmph, you think I only have one style?" Vera Su glanced at me with her big, watery eyes, and said with a hint of coquettishness, "You know, my family and educational background are no worse than Mei Yu's. She's not the only one in the world who can act like a rich lady."
"Hehe." I chuckled, thinking that no matter what, Vera Su still harbored resentment towards Mei Yu, even secretly competing with her over such a small matter.
"Of course I know, you're a fickle butterfly." I reached out and lightly flicked Vera Su's smooth forehead with my finger, teasing her.
"Oh, how am I fickle?" Although Vera Su said this, her tone didn't seem to dislike my compliment.
"At least—since I've been with you, I've toned it down a lot..." Vera Su said softly, while running her long nails around my lower abdomen.
I felt a pang of guilt. Vera Su's words seemed to express deep affection for me, but honestly, compared to Mei and Yang, my concern for her was indeed much weaker.
"However, I'm not doing this to compete with Mei," Vera Su said casually, seemingly oblivious to the implications. "I've been spending time with my father lately. He dislikes me dressing fashionably and sexily, so I have to play along and be a good girl."
Vera Su rolled over in a seductive pose, bending her right leg and narcissistically stroking her long, straight leg. Under the light, the base of her shapely, firm legs was fully exposed, and a tuft of golden pubic hair below her smooth, flat abdomen fluttered in the wind, the white secretions clinging to it adding to the eroticism.
Vera Su's words brought back memories of that day. Old Su's words and actions at Old Yang's funeral had left a deep impression on me. This old man exuded an aura of authority in every gesture, compelling people to willingly obey his commands. Given his high position and power, he must have been very strict with his children and subordinates. Even the usually unruly Vera Su had to be careful in his presence.
I echoed his sentiments and began talking to Vera Su about her father. As I expected, although Old Su loved his beloved daughter dearly, he always had high expectations of her. Vera Su had been rebellious since childhood, and as she grew up, she became even more unconventional. Her personality caused Old Su a lot of headaches, especially her several failed marriages, which made him extremely dissatisfied with his daughter, blaming everything on her lifestyle. Returning to her father's side this time, to fulfill her filial duty and to appease his nagging, Vera Su had to try her best to disguise herself, dressing up as her father expected, and becoming more ladylike.
I held Vera Su's delicate body in my arms, my fingers tracing the smooth, slightly damp skin, casually bringing up Yang Xiaopeng's case. Vera Su responded to my caresses, candidly sharing her side of the story.
From her, I learned that her trip home to reunite with her grandfather was not only to enjoy family time with him, but more importantly, to persuade him to help Yang Xiaopeng. This was because Grandpa Yang and Grandpa Su had forged a deep friendship during the revolutionary era, and their families had been on good terms for generations. Although Vera Su's marriage to the Yang family hadn't succeeded, Grandpa Su still cared deeply for his siblings.
Sure enough, Grandpa Su was furious about the combined efforts of the Huaihai City public security, procuratorate, and judicial systems in convicting Yang Xiaopeng. When the court verdict was announced, Grandpa Su flew into a rage, banging his cane and berating several key leaders of Huaihai City. The old man, a veteran of the military and a figure of many battles, was known for his straightforward and domineering personality, and his fiery temper. He was one of the few surviving high-ranking generals who had experienced the Northern Expedition, the Long March, the War of Resistance Against Japan, and the Liberation War. Although
he had retired, he was still treated with considerable respect by successive leadership teams. However, after his scathing rebuke, he hesitated to take any action, a stark contrast to his usual style. Only after Vera Su's repeated urging did he reluctantly reveal the reason.
"Do you know? This leader is in his last term. The next leader will be a younger one."
What Vera Su said was familiar to me. Here, the true direction of the nation was determined by a small group of six or seven people. Traditionally, a new leadership would be elected at a general meeting four years later.
"Currently, considering age, seniority, reputation, and background, only two individuals in the country have the best chance of competing for the next term." Although Vera Su was usually unrestrained, she seemed like a different person when discussing politics—perhaps a reflection of her lineage.
"Which two individuals?" I was completely intrigued. This country was currently in a phase of rapid development, and the international consensus was that this was due to its unique political system. The key figures in each term were precisely the most crucial factor in this system.
Vera Su rolled onto the edge of the bed, then stepped barefoot onto the carpet. She grabbed a long, golden silk robe and draped it over herself. She casually picked up a pack of YSL cigarettes from the cabinet, took out a slender cigarette, and lit it with a match.
Vera Su blew out the match as if it were a beloved toy. She lay back down on the bed, her long legs slipping out from under the hem of the golden robe. After taking a drag and exhaling a gray smoke ring, she continued with a hint of satisfaction: "One is the current Party Secretary of our city. His secretary was the one who attended Old Master Yang's funeral."
"The other is that incredibly powerful figure in Huaihai City." I wasn't surprised by Vera Su's answer, as I had already guessed it. I remembered the conversation between Lü Jiang and Secretary Wu at the hotel; the "Master" they mentioned must be this person.
Vera Su continued talking incessantly. From her account, I learned that this "Master" not only had a powerful family background but also possessed exceptional personal qualities and administrative abilities. Having served in several provincial and ministerial-level positions, he was praised by everyone he met, both at home and abroad, and was considered a rising star in the current political arena, a strong contender for the next core position.
However, according to Old Su, although this person has a very good reputation outside, many veteran cadres do not think highly of him in private. In Old Su's words, this man is ambitious but incompetent, arrogant and ungrateful. If he were to come to power, he would probably turn the whole country upside down.
However, although Old Su looked down on this man, he warned Vera Su not to act rashly. This man was currently riding high, not only doing a remarkable job in Huaihai City, but also having the support of several high-ranking officials in the central government. It wasn't the right time to touch him. This demonstrated the old man's political wisdom; although he had spent his life in the military and survived numerous upheavals, his continued high position was not without reason.
Vera Su exhaled a smoke ring towards me. The YSL cigarette had a minty scent, cool and not unpleasant. I suddenly found Vera Su's smoking posture quite attractive. I reached out and stroked her firm, smooth, long legs. She casually placed one leg on my lower abdomen, playfully rubbing her ankle against my genitals.
"You know, Dad said that Yang Xiaopeng's case isn't just being handled by Huaihai City; it's reached higher levels. Dad exerted some influence beforehand, and although he couldn't force them to submit, things were somewhat de-escalated." "
But all of that was ruined by Mei Yu. Her performance at the 'American Judicial Culture Exhibition,' and Ambassador Gray's speech, aroused extreme dissatisfaction from a high-ranking official. This official declared that the political and legal system must uphold the Party's leadership, resolutely not allow external interference, and must thoroughly investigate this case to suppress this unhealthy trend."
Although Vera Su's tone was somewhat excessive, I remained silent. Because, looking at the whole development of the matter, although Mei Yu used every means possible, fully demonstrating her wisdom and charm, and gaining the upper hand in the judicial channels, she didn't know that what truly determined the outcome of this case wasn't the courtroom debates, nor the truth of the facts, but the political struggle behind it all. And Yang Xiaopeng's life, death, and freedom were utterly insignificant in the calculations of politicians.
“However, Dad once said,” Vera Su’s toes were pinching the thick body hair on my lower abdomen, her tone slightly mischievous, “that to deal with that person, our strength alone is not enough.”
“We, who else?” I asked, frowning.
“Dad spoke in a very mysterious way. He didn’t answer me directly, but told me a story.” Vera Su’s big eyes blinked as she recalled.
“What story?” I asked, puzzled.
“I only heard him mention that Chairman Mao once spoke of the three magic weapons for achieving victory, something like ‘united front’ and ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’.” Vera Su looked confused, as if she didn’t quite understand the meaning behind her father’s words.
“The old man always speaks in short sentences and is impatient to explain, so I didn’t dare to ask him any more questions.”
What Grandpa Su said to Vera Su was undoubtedly a veiled criticism, and although I hadn’t yet grasped the meaning of his words, I believed they must be extremely important. Given the old man's status and position, he wouldn't speak without reason; there was definitely something behind his words, perhaps he was hinting at something. I vaguely grasped something, but I wasn't entirely sure.
"Gao, you're getting hard again," Vera Su suddenly whispered in my ear in an extremely seductive tone.
Just now, her long legs had been pressing against my lower abdomen, her nimble toes constantly teasing my genitals, and without realizing it, my huge penis had begun to stand erect again. Vera Su reached out and stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, then lifted the hem of her golden nightgown and flipped over to sit on my lap again.
Immediately afterward, the golden silk nightgown, smelling of her perfume, covered my face, and then my thick, long penis was inserted into a moist, warm vulva, while at the same time I felt a slippery, wet tongue begin to move upward from my lower abdomen.
"Oh yeah..." With a hoarse, cloying moan, the man and woman on the large bed began to writhe wildly, the scent of sex filling the air.
It was nearly dusk when I left the Shangri-La Hotel. Vera Su's vibrant body had melted into a pool of fragrant, luscious flesh, and by the time I left, she was fast asleep with a satisfied, joyful smile. Although I was still tired from the intense sex, I didn't rush back, but instead hurried to my next destination.
With the end of Old Master Yang's funeral, relatives and friends from all over gradually left Yanjing, but Mei Yu still had some personal matters to attend to, so Yang Naijin and I stayed behind. However, I was there but couldn't offer any help, which was somewhat awkward. Yang Naijin was depressed and absent-minded all day, so Mei Yu instructed me to take her out more often to help her clear her mind, which was something I could easily do.
The adults in the Yang family clearly doted on Yang Naijin. Her aunt, Yang Caiting, immediately offered us her Audi Q5 upon hearing the news, so I tried various ways to take Yang Naijin out for a walk to cheer her up. Yang Naijin was no stranger to the city, and our outings gradually became her priority, which I didn't complain about. Through my persistent efforts, Yang Naijin finally recovered somewhat from her sadness; she gradually regained her cheerfulness, and the vibrant, youthful girl was back.
By the time I arrived at the Universal KTV in the Haitan District, it was completely dark. The KTV was decorated very luxuriously, and the people coming and going were mostly stylishly dressed young men and women. The boys, dressed in fitted shirts and skinny jeans, styled their hair in fashionable ways with mousse, their eyes gleaming with feigned sophistication, their still somewhat slender bodies barely concealing their eagerness. The girls, armed with short skirts and high heels, wore thick black eyeshadow and bright red lipstick, shamelessly exposing large expanses of their white flesh, impatient to proclaim their maturity—maturity enough to attract males for mating.
Walking on the mirror-like polished floor, the men and women passing by reeked of alcohol or perfume. The air in the KTV was suffocating, making one feel drowsy and lethargic; perhaps this was the kind of hazy feeling the men and women sought. Feeling somewhat suffocated, I took off my suit jacket and carried it in my hand, loosening my shirt tie as I walked. Just then, as I rounded a corner, I nearly bumped into a group of men and women approaching.
The group of men were dressed very flamboyantly. The tallest among them had a head of blond hair spiked high, and wore a leather coat with frayed edges. From behind, he walked with a slight limp, but he had a slender woman on his arm. The woman was about the same height as him, with long, smooth, jet-black hair cascading down her back. She wore a fitted white shirt tucked into a knee-length pencil skirt, her long, thin legs encased in black stockings, and she walked with a swaying gait in 7-centimeter stilettos, looking somewhat drunk. The blond man's arm was on her waist, roughly and lewdly kneading her slender waist. His hands were disproportionately pale, with what appeared to be a few tufts of black hair.
I suddenly felt that the blond man's figure looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I had seen him before. I couldn't help but turn around and glance at them a few more times. By then, the men had reached the elevator. The woman, whether sobered up or something else, suddenly tried to break free from the man's arms, but was scolded by the blond man, and with the other men admonishing her, she dared not struggle anymore. I frowned, intending to go forward and ask what was going on, but the elevator arrived, and the men pulled the woman inside. I took a few steps, and the elevator doors closed quickly; I didn't even get a clear look at their faces.
Although I felt a little awkward, it was too late to follow now, so I turned away, leaving the couple behind. Led by the neatly dressed young man, I entered a private room called Aries. The room was filled with psychedelic lighting and various pop music tracks. A large LCD TV projected a dazzling image, and three men and women were already inside singing. Seeing me enter, they all stood up.
Yang Naijin, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of coquettishness, threw herself into my arms and said sweetly, "Where have you been? Why are you so late?"
Today, she wore a white lace tulle dress. The intricately patterned, form-fitting lace top perfectly accentuated her slender figure. From the waist down, a long, double-layered tulle skirt reached her knees, revealing legs encased in plain white stockings. On her delicate feet were a pair of round-toed high heels adorned with crystals. The heels were only about 5 centimeters high, but enough to accentuate her naturally long legs.
Her smooth, long hair cascaded down her back, and an ivory-white headband held her bangs close to her forehead. Her fair and radiant face was lightly made up, with bright pink lip gloss making her lips even more alluring. Her bright, beautiful eyes blinked, and combined with her outfit, she exuded the beauty of a youthful girl.
"I went to buy you a present, little princess." I gently stroked her hair with affection and softly explained where I had been. Of course, I wouldn't tell her that I had come from another woman's bed, and that this woman was none other than Vera Su, whom she was most wary of. My calling her "little princess" made Yang Naijin's anger turn to joy. She grabbed my hand and kept asking what present I had brought her.
During this time, Yang Naijin had emerged from the shadow of her unfortunate event. I accompanied her to visit all the big and small attractions around Yanjing City, and our relationship deepened. Today happened to be Yang Naijin's birthday, so we arranged to celebrate it here.
Originally, Yang Caiting wanted to hold a banquet at a high-end club to celebrate her niece's birthday, but Mei Yu politely declined, saying that the children wouldn't be able to relax with the elders present, and it would be better to let the younger generation enjoy themselves alone. Actually, I knew that she preferred a quiet occasion, so this was a good opportunity for her to rest. Therefore, besides Yang Naijin and me, only Yang Naijin's two cousins came tonight.
Yang Tengyun's daughter, Yang Xueyi, is a beautiful young woman of sixteen. She's lively and outgoing, showing no stage fright in front of strangers and displaying a maturity beyond her years. Despite being only a high school student, she's already a well-known young writer; her fairy tales and poetry collection, written when she was ten, caused quite a stir. Although her grades in other subjects aren't outstanding, her excellent Chinese language skills and writing ability have earned her a place in Tsinghua University's independent admissions exam, and she will be a university student this fall.
Yang Caiting's son, Cui Shaoyan, is two years younger than Yang Xueyi. Although quite tall, he's chubby and lacks exercise, wearing thick glasses and ill-fitting sportswear, giving him a bookish appearance. This robust boy, though two years younger than Yang Xueyi, is already taller than Yang Naijin. He's an excellent student, excelling in both academics and conduct, and is particularly skilled in computer and internet technology, often staying home to pursue his hobbies. It's rare that his parents are both so eloquent and charming, yet their child didn't inherit any of their genes.
"Sister, brother-in-law, can you two be a little more reserved? It's not good to show off your affection like this," Yang Xueyi teased from the side.
Yang Naijin then realized that she was leaning her whole body against my chest. She released her arms from my waist a little embarrassed, but raised her eyebrows and glared at her cousin who was still laughing strangely, spitting out, "You brat, don't rush to find a boyfriend when you're a little older."
"Hehe, I'm not in a hurry," Yang Xueyi said slowly, wearing a white shirt and black skirt with a black Peter Pan collar tied with a thin ribbon. Her hair was cut into a short bob, like a middle school student's, and her still somewhat childish oval face was particularly delicate under her long bangs. Her slender legs were covered with blue cotton socks, and her feet, which were in white sneakers, were restlessly propped up on the sofa.
"I plan to travel the world first, then write a few books, and then make a movie. I won't consider marriage before I'm 30."
"Your idea is good, but your uncle might not be willing. Should I give him a heads-up?" Yang Naijin said with a sweet smile, but her words contained a hidden threat.
"Really? Sister, you're not that ruthless." Yang Xueyi seemed afraid of being found out by her father, and said softly with a timid look on her face.
"Hmph." Yang Naijin's expression didn't change, but her two gem-like eyes shone even brighter. "If you want me to keep this a secret, you'd better flatter me."
"Mmm." Yang Xueyi nodded very seriously. She seemed to have turned into a docile little lamb, but her next action was laughable.
"Brother-in-law, are you tired? Please sit down." She put a soft cushion behind me.
"Brother-in-law, are you thirsty? Please have some water." She poured a glass of coconut juice and handed it to me respectfully.
Although I found it somewhat amusing, I couldn't refuse the girl's attentiveness, so I accepted it all.
But Yang Naijin couldn't hold back. With her eyebrows raised high and her almond eyes wide, she put one hand on her hip and pointed at her cousin, scolding, "Yang, Xue, Yi."
"What exactly do you want?"
"Sister, didn't you tell me to flatter you? I think your husband is your most precious thing. If I take good care of him, isn't that a way of showing my sincerity?" Yang Xueyi hid to my right, peeking out half her head and making a face. This little girl was mischievous; even the usually spoiled Yang Naijin couldn't handle her.
"Jin'er, Xueyi is just trying to be kind. Don't take it to heart," I quickly said, trying to smooth things over when I saw the situation was getting a bit awkward.
"Gao Yan, you're taking this brat's side too?" Yang Naijin seemed a little jealous, her lips curling up high.
"She's trying to please me, which means she's trying to please you. It just means your boyfriend is too outstanding," I said shamelessly.
"Ugh, you're bragging again. What's so great about you?" Yang Naijin rolled her eyes at me, annoyed, but her smile only widened.
"Nothing much, except that I love you, my little princess," I said with a grin, pulling her into my arms and gently kissing her delicate cheek.
Feeling my strong masculine scent, Yang Naijin softened immediately, a blush rising on her fair cheeks. Instead of pulling away, she wrapped her arms around mine, as if declaring her ownership, giving her cousin a haughty glance.
I watched Yang Xueyi's big eyes darting around, wondering what trick this little girl was up to.
But before she could do anything, Cui Shaoyan, who had been silent and busy with the fruit and drinks on the table, spoke up.
"Sister, can we start lighting the candles and eating the cake now?" Following Cui Shaoyan's gaze, I saw a large, round, gold cake box already set on the table, the ribbon still tied to it.
I nodded approvingly to him, then took the initiative to prepare the cake. I untied the ribbon, lifted the lid, and revealed a huge two-tiered cake inside. This vanilla custard mousse cake was about twelve inches in diameter, and in the center of the snow-white cream on top, the character "瑾" (Jin) was written in clerical script with brown chocolate.
Yang Xueyi was very obedient this time. She took out several birthday candles of different colors and stuck them on the cake. I took out a lighter and lit the candles. Cui Shaoyan appropriately turned off the lights in the room, and the room immediately went dark, with only the candles on the cake emitting a faint red glow.
"Happy birthday to you..." The birthday song, a mix of Chinese and English, began. We clapped our hands and surrounded Yang Naijin, singing along. Yang Naijin softly echoed our voices. Her beautiful eyes sparkled in the dim light. Dressed in white, her delicate features made her look like a princess straight out of a fairy tale, leaving me mesmerized.
After the song ended, I said softly, "Jin'er, make a wish."
Yang Naijin nodded, closing her jewel-like eyes. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered gently. The candlelight illuminated her fair and delicate cheeks, making her exquisite features appear even more beautiful. Her two slender, white hands were clasped devoutly in front of her chest, and her pink lips murmured softly, like a vivid oil painting. After the prayer
, her younger cousins cheered. Yang Xueyi, feigning maturity, said, "Sister, you wouldn't be praying for an early wedding with your brother-in-law, would you?"
Yang Naijin, unexpectedly, didn't respond to her cousin's teasing. The expression on her small face was somewhat inscrutable, her thin lips pressed tightly together, and a hint of sadness flickered in her eyes beneath her long eyelashes. At that moment, only I understood her earlier prayer.
I reached out and took her small, cold hand, gently saying, "Let's blow out the candles, and your wish will surely come true."
Yang Naijin looked at me gratefully, and we both lowered our heads to blow out the candles. She puffed out her fair, smooth cheeks and blew out the candles one by one with her pink lips, as if she wanted to blow away all misfortune and disaster with the wind.
With my help, the candles were quickly extinguished, and the lights in the room came back on. The light in Yang Naijin's beautiful eyes seemed to shine even brighter.
"Dear sister, you can open your presents now." Yang Xueyi sat down at some point, and she handed over the gift box on the table with a warm smile.
"Okay." Yang Naijin nodded gently. She first picked up a medium-sized white gift box, untied the ribbon inside, and found a large book with a beautifully decorated cover that read "Encounter." On the cover was a girl in a white dress standing alone by a lake, and the girl's figure and appearance were quite similar to Yang Naijin's.
Yang Naijin gently turned the pages of the book. Inside, a few lines of delicate handwriting in fountain pen read: "Happy Birthday, dear Cousin Jin. You've always been my idol."
"Sister, this is a newly published novel of mine. The heroine's inspiration comes from you. Please forgive my intrusion."
If Yang Naijin had been troubled by her younger cousin's words and actions before, seeing this gift completely erased those worries. Yang Naijin gave her a heartfelt hug, whispering, "Xiaoxue, thank you. I really like it."
Next, she unwrapped Cui Shaoyan's gift. His gift box was light, containing only a CD. Seeing Yang Naijin's puzzled look, Cui Shaoyan scratched his head nervously and said, "This is a program I wrote. You can use it to manage and update multiple blogs."
This gift was somewhat unique, but Yang Naijin liked it very much. She also gave her little cousin a hug, making Cui Shaoyan feel flattered, his chubby face turning bright red.
Next, I asked Yang Naijin to close her eyes, which she obediently did. I gently brushed aside her long hair, then took out a gift I had prepared a few days earlier from my pocket and tenderly placed it around her slender, fair neck.
My breath and the cool touch on her neck gave Yang Naijin a clue. She eagerly opened her eyes, and a shimmering platinum necklace sparkled around her neck. Below the necklace was a jade four-leaf clover pendant, which lay quietly on her crystal-clear white chest, full of life.
"This is Tiffany, my favorite." Yang Naijin quickly recognized the craftsmanship of the necklace. She held it in her hands, playing with it with obvious delight, clearly very happy with my gift.
"The four-leaf clover is a symbol of good luck. I hope that luck, like it, will always be with you." I gently pulled her into my arms and lightly kissed her fair forehead. Yang Naijin responded passionately.
She seemed to have cast aside all inhibitions, her delicate pink lips actively seeking me out. I readily captured those long-missed lips with mine, our mouths once again filled with the fresh scent of a young girl. We explored each other's mouths, our experienced tongues intertwining.
Our oblivious kiss left the two children in the room speechless. Yang Xueyi's face flushed crimson, her small breasts rising and falling slightly beneath her white shirt. Even Cui Shaoyan's attention was diverted from the cake; he stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, traces of cream still clinging to his lips.
"Sister, brother-in-law, someone's come in."
Yang Naijin and I parted our lips at the sound of her voice. We saw Yang Xueyi mischievously hiding behind Cui Shaoyan, grinning slyly.
"Ignore her, let's go sing karaoke." Yang Naijin rolled her eyes at her cousin, pulled me to the karaoke machine, and began preparing to sing.
However, I'm not familiar with most of the songs popular among young people these days. I had no opportunity to experience this kind of entertainment during my childhood, and my adolescence was spent in a secluded mental hospital. Even now, I live a life far removed from normal urban life. To Yang Naijin's enthusiasm, I could only say that my voice wasn't good enough, using excuses like how bad I sound when I sing.
But Yang Xueyi didn't care whether I sang or not; the young girl quickly grabbed the microphone and started singing herself. And I must say, she sang quite well, and her performance completely enlivened the atmosphere in the room. Cui Shaoyan was also encouraged by her to sing a few songs.
Yang Naijin, worried I'd be bored, sat beside me the whole time. She also sang a few songs by herself, mostly in English. Although I'd never heard these songs before, she sang them very well.
While we were singing, someone requested Liu Ruoying's "Later."
"Later / I finally learned how to love / But you had already gone far away / Disappeared into the sea of people. Later / I finally understood through tears / Some people are gone once they are missed."
A slightly sad song started playing. Yang Naijin was stunned for a moment, and then she picked up the microphone and started singing involuntarily.
"Gardenia petals fall on my blue pleated skirt / You whispered 'I love you' / I lowered my head and smelled a
fragrance / That eternal night / Seventeen-year-old midsummer / The night you kissed me / In the years to come /
Whenever have a sigh / I always think of the starlight of that day."
Yang Naijin's slender shoulders leaned gently against mine. Her white dress and skirt made her seem to have returned to the age of seventeen. Although her gaze was fixed on the LCD screen, I could see an indescribable haziness in her eyes. It seemed that she was singing not just a song, but her own youthful years.
"Back then, why was love so simple / And why must young people
hurt the ones they deeply love / In this similar late night / Are you also / Quietly regretting and feeling sad?"
As I listened to her moving voice and looked at her delicate and charming profile, I inexplicably thought of some things.
This girl was undoubtedly very beautiful. She was pure, kind, and passionate, full of ideals for the world. In every respect, she was the perfect match for me. Yet, there was always a subtle barrier between our feelings for each other. Before, I thought it was because my love for Bai Liyuan was irreplaceable, but today I realized where the problem lay.
"If we hadn't been so stubborn back then / We wouldn't have so many regrets now / How do you remember me / With
a smile or in silence / Over the years, has anyone been able to keep you from being lonely?"
Yang Naijin seemed immersed in the song, a hint of melancholy on her face. I carefully pondered the lyrics, wondering who she was singing for. Her first love, the boy named En, though no longer in this world, would he hold a unique place in Yang Naijin's heart? Did she love me, or just this shell of a man somewhat similar to her first love? I, who am usually quite confident, was no longer sure.
I listened to them sing one song after another. Although the songs and singers were very pleasant to listen to, I eventually became drowsy. It wasn't until Yang Xueyi, the karaoke enthusiast, couldn't sing anymore that Yang Naijin suggested we go home.
By then it was almost midnight. The Yang family has strict rules, and even though it was my cousin's birthday celebration, we couldn't go home too late. So we took the siblings and left Universal KTV.
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