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Chapter 65 Resonance
There is a sentence in the high school political textbook that says: When quantitative change reaches a certain level, it will trigger qualitative change.

Of course, it's difficult to define exactly how much "a certain degree" is in this sentence.

If Wenya were to pinpoint the point at which Chen Yan's piano skills underwent a qualitative leap, she would unhesitatingly choose the 5th of this month.

No matter how she guessed, she could never have guessed that Chen Yan had a system, let alone that he had obtained something called "Emotional Resonance" through the system.

From her perspective, all she could feel was that since that day, Chen Yan's piano playing had acquired a strong emotional impact.

His piano playing used to be like a machine-carved sculpture—precise, but lacking in spirit; but since the 5th, this weakness has been completely overcome.

Although Wen Ya had previously experienced just how powerful Chen Yan's piano playing was, she realized that she had underestimated him when she sat down with him and played a four-hand duet together.

When she was completely absorbed in playing the instrument, it took her less than a minute to be completely overwhelmed by Chen Yan's intense emotional tension. She was completely drawn into his world, like a small boat on a stormy sea, with no room for her own control and at his mercy.

Although it sounds a bit "mysterious", Wenya could clearly feel that her psychological defenses were "full of flaws" at this moment, and she could only watch helplessly as the other party's emotions invaded her.

Then... at least during this five-minute four-hand duet, she had no room to resist and could only let her emotions rise and fall with the melody.

Soon, the climax of the piece arrived. The three-against-two rhythmic interweaving resembled a scene of lovers embracing and weeping after an argument, and the piece's emotional impact reached its peak at this moment.

Wenya had also experienced these kinds of trivial matters during her courtship, and as the music rose and fell, those memories that were almost forgotten rushed back into her mind.

But the other face in my memory doesn't seem to be Zheng Feng...

……

As the climax of the piece passed, the piano music gradually diminished and eventually disappeared completely.

'Perfect.' Chen Yan finally couldn't help but cheer. He hadn't expected that the fourth four-hand duet would be so perfect, with no technical mistakes and an emotional expression that was absolutely outstanding.

After quickly removing the phone from the stand and pressing the "Stop Recording" button, Chen Yan noticed that Wen Ya was still sitting motionless on the piano bench, just like he had done after playing "Wedding in a Dream."

Chen Yan: "?"

After thinking for a moment, he called out softly, "Sister Wenya?"

Wen Ya trembled slightly, then slowly raised her head. Just as Chen Yan thought she had regained consciousness and was about to leave...

The next second, Wenya turned to look at him, and then subconsciously stretched out her arms to hug him.

Chen Yan: "???"

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Since he was standing and Wenya was sitting, she was currently hugging his waist with her head pressed against his abdomen...

A warm, soft body in my arms...

'Is the skill "Emotional Resonance" really that powerful?' Chen Yan bit his lower lip. Although he wasn't a novice, he was still a little at a loss this time.

Fortunately, this process didn't last too long...

After about three seconds, Wenya finally came to her senses and realized what she had done. She instinctively screamed and then took a step back. Because it was a hasty action, Wenya lost her balance for a moment, and if Chen Yan hadn't reached out and pulled her, she would have almost fallen off the piano bench.

"Sister Wenya, this four-hand piano duet was perfect, without a single mistake." Chen Yan broke the silence first, taking out his phone as he said, "I'll send you the video."

"Okay, send it to me on WeChat." Wenya nodded, her head still a little dizzy, instinctively wanting to find a place where she could calm down. "It's getting late... You spent quite a bit of time playing the piano just now, you should go home first."

"Okay." Chen Yan knew he had done enough for today, and continuing would hardly have any further effect; in fact, it might even backfire. So he said goodbye, "I'll be going now. Goodbye, Sister Wenya."

"Bye, have a nice trip."

……

Watching the music room door close again, Wen Ya took two deep breaths, then touched her face, which was still burning hot.

"How could I do this?"

Wen Ya didn't understand why she was in this situation. She had listened to many concerts by professional pianists, and those people were also very good at emotional appeal, even better than Chen Yan.

But she never felt that way. Even at the best concerts, she would only experience emotional fluctuations, never this near-irrational state, where she was completely controlled by her instincts...

In a daze, Jiang Xiu's words from yesterday suddenly came to mind.

"If he does something I like in my dream, or makes me feel happy, then he is my soulmate."

"No, no, no." After muttering to herself for a while, Wenya quickly shook her head, trying to banish the thought from her mind.

Regardless of the age or status difference, she cannot have such thoughts!
only……

'If it wasn't destiny, why did his performance draw me in so deeply? If it was destiny, why did he appear so late?'

Wenya let out a long breath, forcing herself to clear her mind, and casually tapped on the video on her phone.

This is a video of her and Chen Yan playing a four-hand piano duet...

The two worked together perfectly, expressing both technique and emotion to the fullest extent...

Even though it was only their fourth performance, the two seemed like a perfect natural duo, perfectly coordinating every movement of each other.

In a hazy state, she recalled her fantasies about the future during her high school years.

At that time, she had fantasies about her future partner—in her view, her future husband should be a man with a gentle personality and a certain level of skill in playing the piano.

They can sit together on the piano bench at night, playing intimately together and expressing their innermost thoughts through the music.

"I can't watch anymore." Wen Ya turned off her phone, quickly tidied up the things on the table, and prepared to leave and go home.

She must be exhausted. She should go home and get a good night's sleep tonight. As for other things, we can talk about them later.

(End of this chapter)