Chapter 1900: Chapter 637: Early Winter Night

Liu Xuemin and Zhang Yunlan sat there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

Although they had heard that Tang Song was making money through live streaming and knew their daughter had switched jobs to a big company, they never imagined it would reach such an exaggerated extent!

Once her parents had slightly digested the news.

Liu Qingning took out her phone, opened a screenshot of last month’s payroll, and handed it to her parents.

Looking at that string of glaring "0"s, both of them gasped in unison.

Liu Xuemin was just an ordinary accountant, and Zhang Yunlan didn’t have a formal job.

The money their daughter made in a month exceeded their lifetime savings combined.

The real yet surreal impact made their minds go blank.

Once the phone was put away, they began to regain their composure slightly.

Zhang Yunlan nudged Liu Xuemin, "Quick, go cut another fruit platter."

Earlier, when Zhou Hao and the others came over, they had already eaten one round.

"No need, Auntie, don’t bother."

"Oh, it’s no trouble. You wait, I’ll go cut some." Liu Xuemin hurried off toward the kitchen.

It was Tang Song’s first time visiting as their daughter’s boyfriend, so they naturally couldn’t be negligent.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually became warm and lively.

After all, they were old neighbors from the same town, and talking about past events felt seamless.

After chatting for a while.

Liu Qingning gently patted Tang Song’s arm and stood up from the sofa.

With a slight hint of fatigue on her face, she said, "Dad, Mom, we’ve just returned from out of town, and we’re a bit tired. We’ll go rest in the room for a bit."

"Go on, go on." Zhang Yunlan beamed, waving her hand profusely.

Then, Liu Qingning gave Tang Song a look and led him into the bedroom inside.

"Click—"

The door closed softly, instantly shielding them from the expectant glances from the living room.

A quiet, familiar, and private space belonging only to the two of them quietly formed.

It was still that familiar small bedroom.

Pink curtains, a wardrobe with a rosewood color.

On the desk, professional books were still neatly stacked; on the wall, a few celebrity posters were pasted; the air was filled with a faint, unique blend of bookish aroma.

Everything was almost identical to how Tang Song remembered it.

Standing in the room, he felt an unprecedented mix of emotions welling up inside him.

He had been to this place many times before.

Though, it was usually when her parents were out, sneaking in secretly.

Every visit was accompanied by a sense of nervousness, thrill, and the excitement of tasting forbidden fruit. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Back then, he would awkwardly sit on the chair, while Liu Qingning sat on the bed.

The lingering fragrance from the girl seemed permanently imprinted in his memory.

That once secretive, adolescent ambiguity.

Now, it had finally become a legitimate intimacy, open to the sunlight.

Tang Song’s gaze slowly swept across the room.

Finally, it fixed on the corkboard wall in front of the desk, on a photo pasted in the center.

Slightly lost in thought.

In the photo, his first love was wearing a thick down jacket, her hair in a playful high ponytail, facing the camera.

That was 16-year-old Liu Qingning.

At that time, her face still bore the remnants of baby fat.

Her skin was so tender one could almost pinch water from it, and her big round eyes were clear, without any impurities.

Her entire look exuded a natural, unguarded childishness.

Adorable like a little rabbit straight out of a fairy tale.

It was the winter break of their first year in high school.

Their relationship, after fermenting for an entire semester, was very good.

That day, it miraculously snowed heavily in Jing County.

Tang Song took a long bus ride to the county.

Together, they built a crooked and slightly ugly snowman in the small park beside the Mining Construction Community.

Liu Qingning excitedly took out the family’s digital camera from her pocket, handed it to him, and asked him to take a photo of her with their "masterpiece."

Just as she struck a pose, the heavy snow on the branches above slipped off with a "whoosh."

Coincidentally, it fell right onto her high ponytail, scattering snowflakes everywhere.

And Tang Song happened to capture that moment forever.

He remembered laughing at her for a long time back then.

The annoyed first love playfully "chased" him around in the snow for quite a bit.

The snow that day was exceptionally white, and her smile was particularly sweet.

It was also from that day on.

Their relationship truly broke through, entering an intimate and ambiguous stage.

Later, when he asked Liu Qingning for the photo, she said it was too embarrassing and had already deleted it.

Seeing it suddenly now deeply touched him again.

"What are you daydreaming about, dummy."

His head was lightly tapped, pulling him back into reality.

Tang Song turned around to see his first love standing there charmingly, smiling like a flower.

Today, she coincidentally wore her hair in the same high ponytail as in the photo.

Her black hair draped down the sides of her face, accentuating her delicate, fair, oval face, making her even more endearing.

Time seemed to overlap at that moment.

The 16-year-old girl in the photo, unstained by the world, merged with the present her, who had shed her innocence yet remained as beautiful.

Tang Song stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and tightly embraced her, greedily inhaling the familiar fragrance on her body.

Making up for the words he dared not say ten years ago.

"I like you, Qingning."