Chapter 44: Help
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Nian poured a glass of water for her parents with a charming smile, then enthusiastically began to massage Zhou i’s shoulders and back. She then gave Wen Yu a aningful look.
Wen Yu angrily rolled his eyes, feeling that the matter was progressing too quickly. It was no wonder that he was considering taking his parents’ side.
However, Wen Nian was still his biological sister and Wen Yu couldn’t bear the thought of her being nagged at by their parents. “Wen Nian is just worried that such a good shop would be rented out. If we wait a few days, we might end up losing it. Good business locations are hard to co by, and since our family is already planning to start a business, we should be decisive and seize this opportunity.”
As Wen Xing and Zhou i witnessed the siblings helping each other, they relished in the warm and loving atmosphere of their ho. Realizing that they were not lacking in tens of thousands of yuan at the mont, they stopped sulking.
With a smile, Wen Xing held his wife’s hand and said, “Now that we’ve rented it, let’s work together to manage it well.”
Zhou i gently tapped Wen Nian’s head and said in a helpless tone, “You may be small in size, but you have big ideas.”
Wen Nian smiled coquettishly and the matter was settled.
Since the next owner of the shop had been confird, the owner of the stir-fry restaurant promised to clean the shop and hand it over to the Wen family within three days.
Wen Xing had not yet found a replacent for himself, but Zhou i had already started the handover process with the new employees. She was only waiting for the next three days to get the shop and fully resign from the company. Her plan was to devote herself completely to the noodle shop.
On Monday at school, Wen Nian placed the freshly washed jacket on Shen Jun’s desk and started morizing English words.
Shen Jun had slept late the previous night, so when he arrived in the classroom and saw the jacket, he placed it in his drawer and promptly laid down on his stomach to catch so more sleep.
The two of them continued to interact in a question-and-answer pattern as they did on regular days.
Later that day, just as Wen Nian finished eating lunch and was about to head back to the classroom, she ran into her horoom teacher.
Holding a bag and two lunch boxes, Li Fang intercepted Wen Nian with an anxious expression. “Wen Nian, could you do a favor? These materials are for the Literature and Arts Committee. Please hand them over to whoever is on duty. I have to rush back ho for so unexpected matter.”
Wen Nian took the files and replied readily, “Sure.”
After thanking her repeatedly, Li Fang hurriedly left. Wen Nian then headed towards the student union.
The student union office building of No. 1 High School was located in the sa building as the social activities classroom, both situated in the No. 3 teaching building. There was a sign on the wall on the first floor indicating the location of the different departnts. Wen Nian followed the sign and found the Literature and Arts Departnt’s office classroom, which was classroom 205, and went straight there.
The classroom door was open. Wen Nian didn’t see anyone, but she still knocked tentatively. “Is anyone there?”
When the other mbers of the Student Union saw Wen Nian holding the docunts, they kindly reminded her, “Departnt Head Bai is on duty today. He didn’t close the door. He might have gone out for a while. You can go in and wait for him.”
After expressing her gratitude, Wen Nian entered the Literature and Arts Departnt classroom. The room was over 200 square ters in size, with an independent work desk at the back that had a na tag of the departnt head. Beyond that were several rows of information cabinets. A piano was placed against the wall next to the window, and Wen Nian couldn’t resist walking up to it and touching it.
Wen Nian sat down at the piano and slowly lifted the lid. As she looked at the familiar black and white keys, she suddenly felt the urge to play.
Life in prison was incredibly challenging, and Wen Nian had a strong ulterior motive for learning the piano from the start. She didn’t take up the instrunt simply because she enjoyed it.
But over ti, the piano beca a friend to Wen Nian. She was able to express her thoughts and emotions through the black and white keys. The piano was also the companion that helped her through the difficult days in prison.
As soon as Wen Nian placed her hand on the piano keys, her fingertips seed to co alive with a soul of their own.
As Wen Nian looked out the window at the leaves blowing on the branches, her fingers seed to co alive, and she played a tune she often played on the piano.
Bai Zheng was taken aback when he heard the sound of “Fate” echoing through the archive room. His hand, which had been reaching for so docunts, froze in place as he listened intently.
Bai Zheng was first hit by a wave of intense despair and pain. Then, a sense of gentle and lingering sorrow and longing set in. However, it wasn’t love that he felt. It was more akin to a sense of family bond, of rembering his parents and elders.
As the song entered its third chapter, it revealed a vigorous life force. Bai Zheng, who was listening attentively, started to feel a sense of excitent.
As the music filled the air, Bai Zheng was transported to a world where tender green branches blood amidst lifeless wood and bright flowers blossod in the barren desert.. “Who is playing the piano?”
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