Chapter 043: Farewell to "Dreamscape"

At the Little North Sea Restaurant, at the window table of the Cloud Terrace, Le Xiaotian glanced over the menu and nodded, “Just bring me another bottle of Flying Cloud from ’82.”

Once the record of one hundred and eight dishes was confirmed, the waitress, who had been wanting to ask, finally voiced her question, “Teacher Xiaotian, what happened to your leg? I noticed you were walking with some difficulty just now.”

Le Xiaotian set down his glass and gave an awkward smile. “If you don’t mention it, I’ll even give you an autograph.”

Beaming, the waitress responded excitedly, “It’s a deal!”

Watching her retreating figure, Su Yun chuckled, “Xiaotian, you’re going to be a cripple from now on.”

Remembering Le Xiaotian’s earlier story about Xiao Jiu, and Su Yun’s explanation, Sun Yuzhen couldn’t help but find the whole thing amusing. Xiao Jiu—what a joke.

Le Xiaotian tapped the table and smiled wryly. “Do you two even have a conscience? What kind of women laugh so gleefully when their man’s leg has been broken? My life is bitter indeed. Take me away, to a secret place.” He sang a line from the chorus of “Pocketful of Sunshine.”

Su Yun rolled her eyes at him. “Who’s your woman? Don’t get any funny ideas.”

Sun Yuzhen joined her in solidarity. “Do we even know you?”

“Ha ha.” After speaking, the two women exchanged smiles.

Soon, fragrant dishes were brought out one after another, and the three of them enjoyed their meal heartily.

While signing an autograph for the waitress, Le Xiaotian asked, “Why aren’t you running away?”

The waitress replied excitedly, “Didn’t you say it wouldn’t help? Besides, my friends and I couldn’t run even if we wanted to, so we might as well keep working. By the way, Brother Xiaotian, I support you. That General Win is not a good person. You have to keep going!”

Le Xiaotian was unexpectedly touched that there were still people supporting him. When he decided to leave a tip, he hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he smiled, “My beloveds have quite the appetite. Bring us a few servings of your finest wine and dishes.”

The waitress was overjoyed, but kindly reminded him, “Teacher Xiaotian, this bottle of Flying Cloud from ’82 sells for 1.2 million Wu Yuan here. Are you sure you want several more?”

Le Xiaotian laughed, “Go on, you decide for me. Brother Xiaotian has talent to spare—I could eat your restaurant into bankruptcy.”

Secretly helping the young waitress earn a year’s worth of commission, Le Xiaotian enjoyed his meal all the more.

After dinner, the three of them began strolling through the city. As they appeared in shopping malls and art galleries, they found a rare moment of tranquility amid the North Sea crisis.

That evening, they arrived at Su Yun’s former rented apartment, now their shared home.

Watching Sun Yuzhen head toward the bedroom, Su Yun asked, “Yuzhen, aren’t you joining us?”

With a knowing smile, Sun Yuzhen replied, “Tonight, he’s yours.”

Le Xiaotian, feigning innocence, protested, “Hey, what do you take me for?”

The next day, and for the following four days, the three spent their time doing many ordinary yet meaningful things together.

For example, sleeping at Sun Yuzhen’s house. No, in the name of love, they admired the moon together, walked in the rain, discussed the future, created and played music, and believed wholeheartedly they would grow old together—things only those deeply in love would do.

On the seventh day, Le Xiaotian took the two women to do one last thing: dance.

The top dance studio at Beihai Music Academy.

It was a spacious, airy yet secluded room, tranquil and serene. Besides the gleaming mirror on the wall, there was a piano, a violin, a keyboard, and other instruments.

Barefoot on the wooden floor, Le Xiaotian felt utterly comfortable.

With a voice-controlled music player, the studio was soon filled with one of Earth’s masterpieces, “Breath and Life”—a renowned piece by the AM music label, full name Audio-mae.

As the lively piano accompaniment began, Le Xiaotian and Su Yun stood facing each other.

When the music’s atmosphere unfolded, both perfectly joined in with their voices, “Ah~ah~ah~”

Operatic soprano, hymn-like form, exquisite vibrato, soft and lingering, penetrating the soul!

In the next moment, the deep resonance of the cello spread, the stirring violin soared, weaving a beautiful melody.

With lips parted, resonance in the head, toes lightly tapping, Su Yun danced and sang, her movements rhythmically paused as she advanced.

Following the melody, keeping the rhythm, Le Xiaotian danced around Su Yun, sharing the dance of life with his beloved.

Gradually, their breathing synchronized. Their movements, yin and yang, fused perfectly—you entwined with me, I entwined with you, inseparable.

As the music looped, Sun Yuzhen joined in.

With the extraordinary skill of Su Yun leading, Sun Yuzhen felt her body grow light, her dancing graceful.

Gradually, the two women’s movements became ever more elegant and dazzling. Grand and majestic, yet retaining a touch of subtlety.

Leaping, spinning, phantom-like movements—each display of superb technique flowed like water, intoxicating all who watched.

When the song ended, words failed; the three exchanged glances, emotions flowing between their eyes.

As if unsatisfied, Le Xiaotian sat at the piano, preparing to play.

Su Yun sat on his left, Sun Yuzhen on his right.

Not for art, but for emotion.

Because only music and dance can most directly, deeply, and perfectly express the performer’s sincere feelings.

No other art could do so, which was why Le Xiaotian had always favored music and dance in his previous life.

So now, he did not wish to use beautiful poetry or prose, but instead the more enchanting music—a piano solo, “Dreamscape” (the background music from “Night Parade of a Hundred Demons,” composed by Mori Hideharu).

Ding~

Touching the keys, gentle notes flowed forth; Le Xiaotian’s ten fingers danced elegantly.

Smooth and fluid, peaceful and harmonious, ethereal and melancholic—the two women’s heartstrings were plucked, and tears unknowingly streamed down their faces.

No one knew how much time had passed before Le Xiaotian, choked with emotion, said, “Xiaoyun, Yuzhen, if I’m unfortunate enough to be ruined by Xiao Jiu this time, then please have the child, and leave a descendant for my worthless parents. Of course, if I manage to survive, then don’t.”

Leaning on his shoulder, Su Yun replied resolutely, “Don’t worry, husband. Sister’s child is my child. I will keep them safe.”

Sun Yuzhen spoke softly, “If you don’t want me and my sister to follow you after giving birth, then you’d better come back alive. We cannot be without you.”

He had originally wanted to marry Su Yun and live a mortal life, but had to deal with the hateful Xiao Jiu.

He had hoped to play the fool and quietly gain power, but became the enemy of all stars—no chance for secret satisfaction, only open struggle.

He thought himself resolute, but beauties had always been his weakness, tested again and again.

He hadn’t realized it before, but since making music, he had grown more sentimental, a little sour.

Now, facing separation again, his heart felt unbearably heavy, just like the “Dreamscape” he played.

Taking a deep breath, Le Xiaotian said nothing more, only continuing to play “Dreamscape” for Su Yun and Sun Yuzhen.