Surrendering To You - ZhanYi (Completed)

Chapter 13

Xiao Zhan put on a tuxedo.

Xiao Zhan's demeanour is clear and cold, and his face is as perfect as a divine creation. At this time, he is nobler under straight clothes.

Only now did Wang Yibo realise how wrong he was. How could he feel that Xiao Zhan was poor? Xiao Zhan has nothing to do with being poor at all.

"I'll play you a tune."

Xiao Zhan smiled at him, sat down on the piano bench, tapped a few notes briefly, and his every move was extremely elegant.

"OK."

"This song is for you."

Wang Yibo couldn't understand Xiao Zhan's implication, so he just nodded.

Of course, he never thought that this song was written by Xiao Zhan after listening to his heartbeat all night.

Wang Yibo concentrated on watching Xiao Zhan play the piano.

The scales flowed, and the piano under Xiao Zhan's fingers seemed to be alive, and each sound was agile and clear, as if the piano had sounded before Xiao Zhan played it, and he was just soothing the keys.

Wang Yibo was fascinated by the music he had never heard before, and by Xiao Zhan's profile when he was serious.

At the end of the song, Xiao Zhan recited something in an unfamiliar language, but Wang Yibo didn't understand it; he only knew it wasn't English or Chinese.

When he said those words, Xiao Zhan's expression was very gentle, as if he were missing something very beautiful. Wang Yibo had never seen Xiao Zhan's serious and emotional expression.

He applauded with dignity but was afraid that applause was not suitable for such an elegant art as the piano, so the applause gradually became smaller.

Xiao Zhan asked "How about it? Do you like it?"

Wang Yibo nodded "It sounds nice, Xiao Zhan, what's the name of this? Who wrote it?"

Xiao Zhan said casually, "It has no name"

"Oh, it's pretty good, it's... quite that feeling."

Wang Yibo was just cheering. He didn't understand music theory, and he couldn't tell what it was like. The song seemed very familiar, and the expression was very affectionate.

Xiao Zhan didn't allow him to get away with it and asked, "How does it feel?"

Wang Yibo held back for a long time, and finally said "Just the sensation of madness, really."

Xiao Zhan froze for a few seconds, then laughed out loud.

Wang Yibo was a little embarrassed.

"Why? did I say something wrong?"

"No, that's right."

Xiao Zhan suppressed his smile, with emotions on his face that Wang Yibo couldn't understand, and said slowly in a deep voice, "It's just a feeling of madness."

His fantasies about Wang Yibo are hopeless.

What he recited was in Italian—"Ho fame di te, del tuo amore, del tuo battito cardiaco."

In Chinese it means "I long for you so much, long for your love, just like being obsessed with your heartbeat."

Xiao Zhan is very sorry that the translation has lost its flavour.

What frightened Xiao Zhan for the first time was that he really captured something from the music. The music he pointed to was indeed mixed with emotion, and he could recognise the emotion in his music.