Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

The private room is named Tingtang, a very poetic name.

When Song Wanwan arrived at the private room, her colleagues were sitting in small groups chatting.

As soon as she entered, Liang Tiantian waved to her, and she walked towards her.

"Team Leader Song, come and sit down."

"Sweetie, how often does your department usually have a get-together?"

"We get together about once a month, but it's uncertain if there are special circumstances."

"Oh! Everyone seems to be doing well, the atmosphere is nice."

Liang Tiantian said softly, somewhat moved, "A lot of it is just superficial; behind the scenes, there are undercurrents of competition. When the various groups are vying for projects, it's almost like the aunties buying vegetables at the market."

Song Wanwan asked with some curiosity, "Aren't the company's new projects supposed to be distributed equally?"

Liang Tiantian shook her head. "The investment department's projects are arranged on a quarterly basis. If a group has the best performance in a quarter, it will have the right to choose projects first, then the second-best group will choose, and finally, the remaining projects are not very good ones."

"So everyone seems friendly on the surface, but they're all secretly competing with each other."

Song Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. The investment department was never a place to keep idle people; the competition was exceptionally fierce.

Once everyone had arrived, the waiters began serving the dishes one after another. As expected of a private kitchen with a unique charm, every dish was exquisitely prepared.

As soon as the dishes were served, the waiters filled everyone's glasses with red wine. Song Wanwan covered her glass, thinking that she would drive later and would just drink some orange juice instead.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Peng immediately stood up from his seat, took the wine bottle from the waiter, and stood next to Song Wanwan, saying, "Team Leader Song, today's welcome banquet is for you. It wouldn't be right if you didn't have a drink!"

Before Song Wanwan could respond, he poured half a glass of red wine into her glass.

Song Wanwan frowned and said uncomfortably, "I can't hold my liquor, so I'll just have this much tonight!"

Zhang Peng smiled and handed the wine bottle to the waiter.

Song Wanwan thought she only needed to drink half a glass, but unexpectedly, during the meal, each colleague had a set of excuses that made her feel obligated to drink. She couldn't refuse, and gradually drank several glasses.

She knew her alcohol tolerance; this amount of alcohol wouldn't do her any harm. She just drank it a little too quickly, and she felt a bit dizzy.

She made up an excuse and went outside the private room to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

She walked to the magnolia tree in the yard and looked up at the branches that were currently only covered in green leaves.

Among the layers of leaves, a magnolia flower was found in full bloom, its bud about to open.

It's June now, not the season for magnolias to bloom. Song Wanwan was afraid that she had drunk too much and her eyes were playing tricks on her, so she tilted her head back and looked at it carefully again.

It really is a magnolia in full bloom, a rather rebellious one.

She watched intently, her long, fair neck glowing in the dim light, her delicate features and smooth profile like a painting, serene and beautiful.

The man who arrived quietly stood a few steps away, not getting too close, afraid that if he got too close, he would shatter this beautiful moment.

Song Wanwan sensed someone's intrusion and slowly turned her head to look. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were hazy with drunkenness, making them look like twinkling stars in the night.

When she saw the man in front of her clearly, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The man asked in a low voice, "Have you been drinking?"

Song Wanwan slowly turned her head, her eyes still fixed on the flower on the tree, lost in thought.

The man seemed to remember something, a smile curving his lips as he chuckled softly, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

Song Wanwan didn't even turn her head, only giving a soft reply.

The man was lost in his memories, his voice soft and dreamy as he calmly said, "You transferred to our school. It was your first day. You followed behind the teacher, walking with your head down, your hair covering your face."

“I was very rebellious back then and often skipped classes. That morning, the sky was very blue. I climbed up the school wall, straddled it, and was about to jump when I turned around and saw you. You were staring at me blankly, just like you are now. I don’t know how long you’ve been staring at me or when I first started to see you.”

"I remember what you looked like back then, wearing a blue school uniform, carrying a schoolbag, with long, straight hair, and a pair of beautiful eyes, as clear and bright as spring water, and as radiant as stars."

Song Wanwan also recalled the first time she saw Gu Tingyao.

She actually spotted Gu Tingyao as soon as he started climbing the wall, and out of curiosity, she just kept watching him.

He first threw his schoolbag over the wall, and then tried several times before finally climbing over it.

She burst out laughing. "Do you know what I was thinking back then? How could someone be so stupid?"

When Gu Tingyao was discovered skipping school, he must have felt distressed. However, he waved to Song Wanwan from afar, revealed a handsome smile, and then jumped off the wall.

Gu Tingyao smiled, "Do you know what I was thinking back then? How could a girl be so dense? Would she tell the teacher?"

Song Wanwan turned her head and glared at him, then laughed, "If I had known, I should have reported you back then and made you stand as punishment by the teacher."

Gu Tingyao touched the tip of his nose, his playful smile fading. "When did you meet Gu Tingzhou?"

Song Wanwan's smile slowly faded, and her eyes began to glaze over.

When?

It must be because I haven't been at this school long, and I always feel out of place and find it hard to fit in with my classmates.

Prefers to be alone and is not good at communicating with classmates.

Every afternoon during her break, she would go to a music classroom, sit in a corner, daydream or read, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone or talk to anyone.

Once, she fell asleep while reading. It was already dark when she heard the sound of a piano. The beautiful melody woke her up slightly.

She opened her eyes and, still half-asleep, saw a boy sitting at the piano playing. He was tall and slender, with a handsome profile, and an air of refined elegance.

The moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon him; he looked so beautiful.

Long, slender, fair fingers lightly caressed the piano keys, as if they had sprouted wings and were swirling and dancing in the classroom, producing a melodious and beautiful sound.

She just lay there quietly watching him and listening to him play the piano.

The sudden illumination of the streetlights made his stunning features even clearer, as if a painting had been etched into Song Wanwan's mind.

Time stood still at that moment.

It seemed as if he had a pair of white wings on his back. His face was too perfect, handsome and noble. Everything about him was so wonderful.

When the piece ended, the boy got up, closed the piano lid, and walked out of the classroom, never noticing Song Wanwan inside.

From then on, Song Wanwan would hide in the corner of the music room early every week at that time, as if it were a secret between the two of them.

It was actually Song Wanwan's secret, because from beginning to end, Gu Tingzhou never looked back at her even once.

Perhaps this is the girl's earliest and most secret thought.

Gu Tingzhou's piano playing seemed to have a healing power; Song Wanwan began to become more cheerful and slowly started to integrate into the class and among her classmates.

Song Wanwan pulled herself out of her memories and said softly, "It was a Friday a month after I transferred schools, in the music room of the third teaching building."

Gu Tingyao gave a bitter smile and said indifferently, "That music room is where Gu Tingzhou and Su Lina practiced the piano together."

Song Wanwan actually discovered it once in the music room: Gu Tingzhou and Su Lina's names were carved on a desk, with a heart in the middle, colored red with a pen.

She frowned slightly, but her eyes were clear.

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