Chapter 2050 - 674: Warning, Outsiders, Light Feather_4
Regarding Su Yu, Ouyang Xianyue, and even Anne Kate.
She didn’t fully trust them.
They didn’t have the almost miraculous Dream Link that crossed time and space like she and Tang Song did.
They were all "outsiders."
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Thursday, November 30, 2023, 10~15℃.
Six in the morning.
Rong City, Jinli Villa.
Tang Song slowly opened his eyes in extreme tranquility.
Accompanied by the notification sound of a bank card deposit, the day began beautifully.
Walking out of the independent courtyard called "Bamboo Pavilion," a chill unique to Rong City in early winter hit him.
The air carried a faint scent of mixed vegetation and damp soil.
The sky was still dim, with sporadic bird chirps coming from afar.
He didn’t go for a run, just leisurely strolled in the ancient courtyard, wearing a comfortable athletic outfit.
Until the time was right.
He took out his phone and dialed Liu Qingning’s video call.
Then, her slightly drowsy, adorable face filled the screen.
She seemed to have just woken up, kneeling on the soft hotel bed.
Wearing a black and white color-block sports outfit, her long black hair tied into a playful high ponytail, with airy bangs resting on her smooth forehead.
The slightly loose sports top couldn’t hide her ample fullness.
"Good morning, darling." Tang Song smiled and blew a kiss to the camera.
Liu Qingning’s cheeks flushed slightly, "Good morning."
"I’ve arrived in Rong City, the climate here is really nice..."
They chatted sporadically, from the fog in Rong City to the rain in Shen City; from last night’s sleep to today’s breakfast.
Tang Song walked around, pointing the camera at the courtyard’s interesting black pines and frosted green bamboo, sharing the morning tranquility with her.
After Liu Qingning finished her morning exercise, their call also ended.
Tang Song returned to his courtyard, carefully took a hot shower then shaved the stubble on his chin.
Then, he changed into a dark cashmere suit, neatly ironed by the housekeeper.
Sitting in the study.
He opened the system interface, entered the Warehouse, and his gaze fell upon an item emitting a soft milky-white aura.
[Ganlu Spring Pot]: ... Long-term drinking of water or tea brewed with this pot can nourish the organs, clear the heart and lungs, and slowly improve body function. (This physical item can be gifted)
[Note: Within the pot, time is infinite, a sip returns to innocence]
Select the item, use it immediately.
Then, an elegant purple clay teapot appeared in his hand.
The teapot’s shape was a classic stone ladle pot, with smooth lines and balanced proportions.
The body exhibited a warm, deep purplish-red, with a fine surface, no trace of heat, as if polished for a hundred years.
In hand, it felt warm and weighty, filled with an indescribable sense of elegance.
Tang Song opened the prepared custom wooden box, carefully placed the purple clay teapot inside.
This item was physical and could be shattered.
So he had never dared to take it out lightly, fearing any mishaps on the way.
Today, he was finally going to visit that revered "national treasure" Academician Ouyang.
The item capable of "nourishing the organs and clearing the heart and lungs" was finally going to be put to use.
Thinking of meeting that legendary, formidable figure, even with Tang Song’s current mindset, he couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious and respectful.
Taking a deep breath.
He sat in front of the desk, opened the computer, processed several work emails, answered some unread messages.
At 9:30 in the morning.
"Knock, knock, knock—" A knock on the door echoed.
The private housekeeper walked in, respectfully saying, "Mr. Tang, Miss Ouyang has arrived."
Tang Song nodded, stood up, and carried the weighty wooden gift box out of the courtyard.
Outside the door, he saw the familiar black Audi A8L and a poised figure quietly standing, waiting for him.
Today’s Ouyang Xianyue was evidently well-dressed.
She wore a black high-neck cashmere sweater, covered with a long stylish coat, her black smooth mid-length hair meticulously tied behind her head.
She stood quietly amidst the winter mist of Rong City, as beautiful as a classical painting with distant imagery.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
"Good morning, Ouyang." Tang Song’s smile was clear and bright, more dazzling than the warm sunshine.
Ouyang Xianyue seemed to conceal something, subconsciously averting her gaze slightly, "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"
"Quite well, I really like it here."
"That’s good, I was worried you wouldn’t feel comfortable, you’re welcome to stay more often." She said, her lips curling into a gentle smile.
Tang Song approached, a rich fragrance mixed with amber and ebony enveloped him.
His eyebrows raised slightly, feeling a bit odd.
To his knowledge, Ouyang Xianyue wasn’t one to use perfume; her fragrance usually came from the natural agarwood infused into her clothes.
But today, she not only applied perfume, but even wore makeup more intense than usual.
Making her appear even more glamorous.
Tang Song paused, sincerely complimenting, "You look very beautiful today."
Ouyang Xianyue’s face showed slight discomfort, instinctively tucking a strand of hair at her temple, "Thank you."
Then, she gracefully turned, personally opening the car door for him.
The car smoothly drove out from Jinli Villa, merging into the city’s traffic flow.
Academician Ouyang’s residence, located by Huanhua Creek at the city’s west, surrounded by tall sycamores and heavy walls, within an extremely low-profile cadre nursing home.
As the car gradually approached, the atmosphere around became solemn.
On either side of the road, the sentries stood tall and upright, their gaze sharp.
As the Audi A8L slowly drove in, Tang Song’s heart involuntarily lifted.
At this moment, Ouyang Xianyue slightly turned.
Looking at the familiar avenue outside, she softly spoke with a near-whispering, nostalgic tone, "This should be your second time here, the last time was almost five years ago, at the beginning of 2019, we were sitting in the same car."
Hearing her words, gazing at her graceful and beautiful profile, and the familiar scenery outside the window.
Tang Song’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Time seemed to stretch, solidify, freeze at this moment.
Then, a white feather slowly drifted into his view, emitting a faint golden glow, magnificent to behold.
"Rustle~~"
The torrent of memories surged, engulfing his thoughts.