SAYE [Run Freely]

Chapter 26

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The sound of the tin whistle was pretty clear, coupled with the resonance of the interior space, it sounded both mellifluous and spirited.

Gu Fei did not know why anyone would think that such an instrument was not as posh as a piano. Jiang Cheng stood there leaning against the table, holding this small, black, and delicate tube in his hand —it was unforgettably posh.

The tune that he played sounded quite cheerful and lighthearted, but Gu Fei could inexplicably hear a bit of loneliness; he didn't know whether it was the instrument itself or the person playing it.

The last note reverberated in the dancing flames, and after it slowly disappeared, Jiang Cheng's hand that held the whistle dropped down; neither of the two uttered a word.

After a while, Jiang Cheng looked up with a slight smile that was barely distinguishable at the corner of his mouth. "How was it?"

"Excellent," Gu Fei answered and applauded.

"Say something good, why don't you." Jiang Cheng took a small velvet cloth and wiped the mouthpiece of the flute. "Asking for a beating the moment you open your mouth."

"Really amazing," Gu Fei answered once more. "You must have practiced for a long time, right?"

"Mm," Jiang Cheng sounded in agreement but then thought about it and shook his head. "It shouldn't be that long either, not as long as the amount of time that I have practiced the piano."

"Not that long yet you can play it that well," Gu Fei said. "You deserve to be called..."

When Gu Fei only managed to say half of it without continuing, Jiang Cheng sighed. "Yes, a x-u-e-b-a. When are you going to be done with this standing joke, huh?"

Gu Fei laughed for a moment and then finally added, "You've honestly played it very well."

"Actually, it's not that difficult, starting is pretty easy." Jiang Cheng held the tin whistle in his hand, twirled it a few times, and passed it over to him. "Want to give it a try?"

"...then I'll try it." Gu Fei walked in front of him and took the tin whistle, "Play it directly?"

"How else?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"What I meant was, do you have mysophobia?" Gu Fei asked.

Jiang Cheng laughed out loud, feeling that he couldn't endure it anymore on this night - he laughed for what seemed like most of the day and finally pointed his finger in all directions. "In this environment, whoever has mysophobia would have collapsed the second they entered."

"True, you just took the quilt from a dead rat." Gu Fei looked at the tin whistle, studying its appearance, and pressed his fingers on the finger holes. "Like this?"

"Mm," Jiang Cheng lightly flicked his fingertips, "Press on it hard, and the sound will come."

After Gu Fei properly pressed it, he attempted to softly blow into the mouthpiece.

The whistle produced a rather staggering and ear-piercing shrill; he frowned and tilted his head to the side, "Hey, what's with this sound, scared the crap out of me."

Jiang Cheng restrained a laugh, "Loosen up a bit when you blow. It'll sound better when you let it flow and not stop."

"Okay." Gu Fei inhaled and then blew into the mouthpiece once more.