novelraw Chapter 89 A Song for My First Love
Chapter 89 A Song for My First Love
Chapter 89 A Song for My First Love
It was 5:30 in the morning, and the sky was still not fully light.
Ding Heng knocked on each room door, receiving three dissatisfied grumbles and a cold "Okay."
Half an hour later, the Land Rover drove onto the highway.
Three girls in the back row huddled together, singing loudly and noisily.
"Come on, let's sing a song!"
Zhao Yanxi took out her phone, connected it to the car's Bluetooth, and started browsing the playlist with great interest.
"Brother Ding Heng, what do you want to sing?"
Ding Heng gripped the steering wheel, his gaze sweeping over Hua Qing in the passenger seat.
The morning light slanted in through the car window, softening her cool and aloof face.
Let's play "Sea of Flowers".
Zhao Yanxi looked down at the playlist and said, "Okay!"
The melody begins, with a melodious prelude.
Ding Heng started singing along, but he only had a very basic, untrained voice and occasionally sang off-key.
What is said may be unintentional, but what is heard may be intentional.
"Sea of Flowers"
Hua Qing was slightly taken aback, after all, her WeChat account was called "Flower Sea and Sunny Sky".
Did Ding Heng sing this to her on purpose?
During the chorus, Zhao Yanxi got into the spirit and started singing along.
"I don't want you to leave—"
She had barely begun to speak when another voice drifted in from the passenger seat.
"Distance cannot separate us—"
Ethereal, distant, and with a touch of wistfulness.
Every word was pronounced perfectly, and every transition was clear and melodious.
Zhao Yanxi's voice is actually very pleasant; it's clear, bright, and full of girlish charm.
However, it sounded incredibly weak in the face of Hua Qing's distinctive timbre.
"Longing has become an ocean—but it can't get in through the window—"
Ding Heng and Hua Qing's voices intertwined, his deep and resonant, her ethereal, and surprisingly, they were perfectly in sync.
As Hua Qing sang, she unconsciously sat up straight, her gaze fixed on the road ahead, but it seemed she wasn't really looking at anything.
"Forgiveness said too quickly, love became an obstacle —"
"The kite in my hand was flown too fast and can't be brought back—"
When the music ended, the carriage was quiet for a few seconds.
Zhao Yanxi's lips twitched slightly, unable to understand for a long time.
Good heavens, how did they end up singing a duet?!
Hua Yue's eyes widened even more, and a certain thought popped into her mind again.
Zhao Yanxi didn't think too much about it and went to check the song list again: "Again! Ding Heng, what else do you want to sing?"
Hua Qing suddenly turned her head: "Yan hope, pick a song for me."
Zhao Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then handed over her phone.
Hua Qing took the phone, swiped her finger across the screen, and a mischievous thought suddenly popped into her head. She then clicked on a song.
As the intro began, Long He's voice came through the speakers, carrying her unique vocal texture.
Long He's voice is a level above Hua Qing's.
He's just blessed with natural talent!
"I know this song!"
Hua Yue perked up: "Long He's 'First Snow'!"
Wenjing nodded: "It sounds nice."
"It's more than just pleasant to listen to."
Hua Yue clicked her tongue twice: "This song dominated the charts for three months back then, and she became famous because of this song."
Zhao Yanxi hummed a few lines, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I heard that this song was written by Long He for her first love?"
"?" Hua Yue turned to look at her. "How did you know?"
"That's what they say online."
Wenjing chimed in, "I've seen it too. It says the emotions in the lyrics are really genuine. If it was really written for his first love, Longhe must have loved that person very much."
Hua Yue chuckled: "So everyone online says this song is banned by Long He's male fans!"
"What do you mean?"
"It means that when you listen to this song, you imagine yourself as her first love. The immersion is so strong that you want to be in a relationship after listening to it. But you also know that you have no chance, so it's called a forbidden song."
Several girls chattered about celebrity gossip, while Hua Qing secretly glanced at Ding Heng.
The man gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead, his face expressionless.
But Hua Qing noticed that Ding Heng's grip on the steering wheel was tighter than before.
Hua Qing lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
Serves you right for bullying me!
Finally, they managed to turn the tide.
The next second she looked up and met Ding Heng's gaze in the rearview mirror.
The man's ambiguous smile sent a shiver down Hua Qing's spine.
From that look, she vaguely read four words: You're dead!
At exactly 12 o'clock, the Land Rover drove onto a winding mountain road.
The trees on both sides grew denser, the air became fresher, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were faintly visible.
"How much longer?" Hua Yue stretched in the back row.
"Almost there," Ding Heng said, looking at the navigation. "It's just ahead."
The car rounded a bend, and suddenly the view opened up before us.
Several girls widened their eyes at the same time.
"Holy crap—!"
Hua Yue was the first to swear.
The entire hotel is built against the mountain, and each room is a detached villa. The Tibetan-style white walls and red windows are scattered among the mountains and forests, with snow-capped mountains in the distance and babbling streams nearby.
The hotel entrance is a huge Tibetan-style gatehouse, with prayer flags fluttering in the wind.
Waiters dressed in modified Tibetan robes came forward and presented them with white hadas (ceremonial scarves).
Welcome everyone!
Ding Heng handed the car keys to the doorman and got into the hotel shuttle bus.
The shuttle bus traveled up the mountain road, passing through pine forests, and finally stopped in front of a detached villa halfway up the mountain.
As the door opened, the girls exclaimed in surprise once again.
The living room is a blend of Tibetan and modern styles, featuring hand-carved Tibetan cabinets, comfortable fabric sofas, and a flickering flame in an electric fireplace.
Outside the balcony window, there are snow-capped mountains and forests.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
Hua Yue rushed to the French windows, dumbfounded.
Zhao Yanxi also exclaimed, "Family members, this snow mountain is so beautiful!"
Hua Qing stood in the center of the living room, looking around without saying a word, but her slightly widened eyes also revealed the shock in her heart.
Ding Heng walked onto the balcony, leaned against the railing, and gazed at the distant snow-capped mountains, his heart equally unsettled.
Why would my dad arrange such a high-end hotel for him? What kind of girlfriend did he find?
Could it be that I've mistakenly entered the imperial palace?
Wenjing quietly approached and gently tugged at Ding Heng's sleeve.
"Brother Ding Heng————"
"Um?"
"this----"
She lowered her voice, her cute face filled with unease: "How much will this cost?"
Ding Heng raised an eyebrow at her: "What, is your little busybody online now?"
Wenjing blushed and muttered, "I just asked the waiter, and she said that even the most basic room type usually costs over ten thousand yuan, and it will definitely be more expensive during the National Day holiday—"
Her voice grew softer and softer, probably because she felt that mentioning money was a downer, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for Ding Heng about the money.
Ding Heng reached out and gently rubbed her cheek: "Don't worry, everything's alright."
Wenjing is increasingly enjoying the feeling of being kneaded by Ding Heng. She closes her eyes comfortably, and most of her unease dissipates.
Zhao Yanxi also ran out of the house and naturally snuggled into Ding Heng's arms, joining Wen Jing on either side to accompany him as they looked at the scenery.
"This hotel is really nice."
Zhao Yanxi leaned against his chest, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without any sense of formality.
Ding Heng lowered his head and chuckled, "Aren't you going to ask how much it costs?"
Zhao Yanxi tilted her head back and blinked: "Why ask that? Anyway, it's your arrangement, so there won't be any problems."
For her, there were too many suspicious points about Ding Heng, so she didn't dwell on a few more.
Anyway, I'm already his person —
Ding Heng chuckled.
This girl is quite open-minded.
Hua Qing stood in the living room, looking at the three people on the balcony.
Ding Heng put his arm around Zhao Yanxi, and Wen Jing stood obediently beside him. The three of them gazed at the snow-capped mountains together, and the scene was so harmonious it was almost blinding.
She lowered her head, the bitterness in her heart welling up again, and turned to pack her luggage.
At 2 p.m., everyone changed their clothes and prepared to set off for Jiuzhaigou.
The temperature was low in the mountains, so the girls all changed into their autumn clothes.
Zhao Yanxi wore a creamy white knitted cardigan over a simple base layer, paired with dark jeans that accentuated her long, slender legs. Her long, misty purple hair cascaded down her back, making her stand out against the snow-capped mountain backdrop.
Wenjing wore a light pink sweatshirt with fluffy bunny ears on the hood, beige casual pants, and white sneakers. She looked so soft and cuddly that you just wanted to pat her.
Hua Qing changed into a long, classic gray-blue trench coat, over which she wore a simple white top and black wide-leg trousers. Her long hair was half-up and secured with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.
Hua Yue is still the same as always, wearing a windbreaker and sweatpants, emphasizing practicality.
With a camera hanging around his neck, Ding Heng descended the mountain, arrived at the parking lot, got into his Land Rover, and drove towards the scenic area.
During the National Day holiday, Jiuzhaigou was packed with tourists, but the scenery was truly breathtaking.
The azure lake, the golden autumn leaves, and the distant snow-capped mountains reflected in the water create a scene reminiscent of another world.
Ding Heng perfectly fulfilled his duties as a photographer.
Zhao Yanxi is like a natural model. She's always on tiptoe, looking back, or catching falling leaves. She's great at posing, and every picture looks like a magazine spread.
On the contrary, Wenjing was so shy that she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, so Ding Heng had to patiently guide her.
As for Hua Qing, in the scenery of Jiuzhaigou, she is a picture-perfect woman wherever she stands, breathtakingly beautiful!
Finally, Hua Yue—just a side effect, a side effect.
"Brother Ding Heng! Brother Ding Heng!"
Zhao Yanxi ran over and grabbed Ding Heng's arm: "There's a viewing platform over there, let's go take pictures there!"
Wenjing chimed in, "I want to go to that waterfall—"
Ding Heng nodded: "One at a time."
As the group walked along the boardwalk, they suddenly heard a sweet, delicate laugh coming from behind them.
Two girls walked over, looking to be in their early twenties. They had heavy makeup on and were dressed in carefully coordinated "internet celebrity" style outfits, holding selfie sticks in their hands.
Behind them was a young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, carrying large and small bags and with a camera hanging around his neck.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" the girl in front urged, turning back. "The lighting's good here, take some pictures of me!"
The boy jogged after him and started looking for the right angle to press the shutter.
The two groups walked forward one after the other. When they arrived at the viewing platform of Wuhua Lake, the two girls started posing again, while the boys squatted, stood, and lay down, taking pictures from various angles.
Zhao Yanxi and her friends were also taking pictures nearby. Her cheerful personality led her to strike up a conversation with the two girls.
The boy finally had a moment to rest. He put down his camera, glanced at Ding Heng, and leaned forward to offer him a cigarette: "Hey bro, wanna go for a ride?"
Ding Heng waved his hand: "No, and smoking is prohibited in the scenic area, thank you!"
The guy smiled sheepishly and asked, "Hey bro, how much do you make a day?"
Ding Heng was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he was asking and responded jokingly.
"Probably about the same as you."
"Are you going to accompany us the whole time? Driving, taking photos, and carrying luggage?"
"Hmm—full escort!"
"Are there many tricks up your sleeve? Have they asked you to provide any special services?"
"Yes, I have."
Ding Heng raised his chin and pointed at Zhao Yanxi: "That one."
The boy looked over and his eyes widened in surprise.
Zhao Yanxi was standing at the edge of the observation deck, the wind blowing her long hair, her milky white cardigan fluttering slightly, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"Dude, what kind of amazing customer do you have?"
Ding Heng remained silent.
The man sighed and began to complain about his two clients in a low voice.
"Look at my two, they're completely unrecognizable without makeup. They've had work done on their faces, their noses are so fake they could be used as weapons. And—"
His expression was indescribable: "Last night he insisted on playing some kind of role-playing game and even made me cooperate. It was really perverted."
Ding Heng's lips twitched.
Wenjing suddenly jogged over and gently took Ding Heng's hand.
"Ding Heng, there's a really good spot over there for taking pictures, would you like to come with me?"
"OK!"
Ding Heng readily agreed, took Wenjing's hand, and left, leaving the boy's eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Two beautiful women of this caliber who act as escorts! And they even stay overnight!
He'd do it even if it didn't cost him anything!
Suddenly, his gaze fell on Hua Qing in the distance, and he gasped again. Was she also in the same group?
Until he looked at Hua Yue—he finally found some comfort in his heart.