Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 183 of 214
From the speakers drifted Shu Ya's somewhat sorrowful singing: I remember you carved your name on it back then / you placed it on my hand / our hearts were joined as one. The lyrics had been written for her by a reader in one of her fan groups—Old Fish wasn't much good at this sort of thing. Yang Wenru frowned, staring blankly, lost in thought. The first time he had heard this song, Yang Ce had felt a strange sense of familiarity, but then his mother had come into the room and the matter had been set aside, and Yang Shuoxuan had forgotten all about it.
Now, hearing the song again, Yang Juehuan's thoughts were at once drawn to the lyrics.
Beside him, Shu Ya too was staring blankly, lost in thought. Every time she heard this song, or sang it, she would think of the past—of that ring she had sold.
She really had been a fool. Knowing full well she could never forget him, she had gone and made a pointless attempt anyway. And now look—she did not even know who had bought the ring. Getting it back would be all the harder.
In truth, with her influence, she believed that if she simply held a press conference and announced that she regretted selling the ring, perhaps whoever had bought it would come forward and contact her.
But Shu Ya was not at all certain. The person who had bought the ring had never shown himself—he was clearly not the sort to curry favor with her. So Shu Ya had not done it.
The two of them, each nursing their own thoughts, sat quietly listening to the song. Shu Ya was far too familiar with it, so she was not as absorbed as Yang Ce. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Yang Shuoxuan listening earnestly, and she felt a small thrill of joy, hoping he might hear something in the lyrics.
But then Shu Ya grew afraid again—afraid that Yang Ce really had heard something, that he would ask her where the ring had gone, and then she would not know what to do.
After listening for a while, Yang Ce suddenly lifted his head and stared at Shu Ya, as if trying to read something in her face.
What the song described was far too much like himself and Su Ya. So Yang Ce became all the more certain that Shu Ya must have some connection to Su Ya. Yet this time, the ability to see through another's thoughts did not come to him.
Yang Ce opened the CD case, took out the lyric sheet, and began to leaf through it. When he saw that the lyricist was Shu Ya, he was momentarily taken aback, then said: "The words to this song—you wrote them?"
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694. The New Neighbor
"Yes, why do you ask?" Shu Ya's face showed not the slightest awkwardness, but inside she was greatly excited—he had finally noticed.
"The things written in here—are they true?" Yang Ce asked casually.
"Maybe, maybe not." Shu Ya smiled and gave no direct answer. Instead she said: "The world is such a big place—who can say? Even films carry the notice that any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental. Which is to say, there are still plenty of coincidences in this world."
Yang Yu nodded, a little wistful. He absently picked up a pack of cigarettes left on the dashboard, drew one out, and was just about to light it when he paused and turned to Shu Ya: "You don't mind if I smoke?"
"N-no, not at all." Shu Ya did not particularly dislike the smell of smoke, but at any other time, no one would have dared smoke in front of her. Yang Ce was clearly the exception. When had he learned to smoke?
Yang Yu lit the cigarette and drew deeply on it, then said: "You're right. There are many coincidences in this world."
Even as he said it, Yang Shuoxuan did not believe that ring was a coincidence. But for now Yang Ce let nothing show; he simply did not want Shu Ya to be on her guard in advance.
Before long, Hou Lin and the others arrived as well, and Miss Xu and her staff climbed down from the stretch Audi Q7.