{"id":3430,"date":"2026-05-18T12:25:50","date_gmt":"2026-05-18T12:25:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/he-can-hear-it-15\/"},"modified":"2026-05-18T12:25:54","modified_gmt":"2026-05-18T12:25:54","slug":"he-can-hear-it-15","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/chapter\/he-can-hear-it-15\/","title":{"rendered":"He Can Hear It 15"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moon-Chasing Diary

\u201cA hidden love quietly buried a seed during that bitter winter. By the time spring returned the following year, it had already broken through the soil without a sound.\u201d

\u2014 Moon-Chasing Diary

\u2014

After touring the exhibition hall, Qin Sang called to ask about Xiao Xiao\u2019s condition. When she learned Xiao Xiao had developed acute gastroenteritis after eating something unclean, she became slightly worried.

\u201cIs it serious?\u201d

Sister Wen was staying at the hospital with her. \u201cNot serious, but she needs an IV drip. We won\u2019t be able to get there anytime soon. I\u2019ll have the driver come pick you up first.\u201d

The hand holding Qin Sang\u2019s phone felt faintly warm.

Her gaze drifted unconsciously into the distance.

He was very tall, the kind of man who stood out effortlessly even in a crowd.

And suddenly, it felt as though she had returned to high school again.

Back then, their classroom had been on the third floor.

Her seat had been very close to the window, separated only by a narrow aisle and one row of desks.

The window closest to her, slightly ahead on the right side, had been broken. The metal hinges were rusted and worn down, so the window could never close properly. Whenever it opened or shut, it made creaking noises.

And when the northern winter winds blew, the noise became even worse.

So she especially hated winter.

Every winter, freezing winds poured into the classroom through that broken window. Qin Sang was already someone who feared the cold, and sitting there each year felt like enduring torture.

First High School was a prestigious key school with strong faculty. It followed the harsh educational philosophy of \u201ctempering the body and will through hardship.\u201d

So even after students repeatedly reported the broken window, the school never bothered repairing or replacing it.

Yet despite that, she had never considered changing seats.

Because during class breaks, through that half-open window, she could occasionally catch glimpses of him.

Winter sunlight scattered lazily across the hallway\u2014thin, pale, yet warm.

He stood in the third-floor corridor, tall and relaxed.

The exact same school uniform looked unusually stylish on him.

One elbow rested casually against the railing as he leaned back naturally beneath the sunlight.

His short black hair looked soft and fluffy, smooth and glossy, like the wet eyes of a dog.

And those usually cold eyes of his carried lazy amusement, careless and free-spirited.

She thought\u2014

She truly hated the freezing cold of winter.

But at that moment, during that endless winter, she felt the warmth of spring.

It was as though spring had revived the earth, greenery flourishing everywhere.

And in that bitter winter, a hidden love quietly planted a seed.

By the time spring returned the following year, it had already broken through the soil without a sound.

\u2026

Qin Sang\u2019s eyelashes trembled lightly.

She lowered her gaze quietly and answered softly, \u201cNo need. I just happened to run into\u2026 an acquaintance.\u201d

\u201cAn acquaintance?\u201d Sister Wen was about to ask more, but the hospital suddenly called Xiao Xiao\u2019s number. A nurse was shouting names nearby, and in her hurry, Sister Wen could only respond quickly.

\u201cAlright then. Go home and rest early. Don\u2019t worry about Xiao Xiao\u2014I\u2019m here.\u201d

Qin Sang answered softly before hanging up the call.

\u2026

Coincidentally, Xie Yunchen had also just finished a phone call.

His tone during the call had been indifferent\u2014not warm, but not cold either.

Seeing her approach, he paused briefly before asking, \u201cWould you mind if two more people joined us?\u201d

\u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d Qin Sang smiled, though she no longer dared meet his eyes directly. \u201cThe more people, the livelier it\u2019ll be.\u201d

She pretended nothing was wrong, trying her best to suppress that strange sourness lingering in her chest.

\u2014

The \u201ctwo more people\u201d Xie Yunchen mentioned weren\u2019t strangers at all.

They were familiar faces.

Zhou Yihong had only just left the apartment.

Since he had no money, he had been freeloading shamelessly at Xie Yunchen\u2019s place lately\u2014not only living there for free, but also surviving by mooching all three meals every day.

It was his temporary method of staying alive.

The group arrived at a seafood restaurant.

Xie Yunchen\u2019s phone had been vibrating nonstop the entire drive there. After entering the restaurant, he glanced at the screen, his gaze darkening slightly before saying calmly:

\u201cI need to take this call. Go ahead and eat first. Don\u2019t wait for me.\u201d

Zhou Yihong clearly knew what was going on, so he wasn\u2019t surprised at all. Watching Xie Yunchen leave, he sighed.

\u201cCalling every single day and night. It\u2019s practically life-threatening.\u201d

Qin Sang looked confused. \u201cYou know who it is?\u201d

\u201cWho else could it be?\u201d Just thinking about Zhou Wanqing made Zhou Yihong roll his eyes internally. Speaking quickly without thinking, he blurted out:

\u201cHis mom. She calls at least eight times a day. Even in the middle of the night she won\u2019t stop.\u201d

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Yihong realized it wasn\u2019t appropriate.

After all, this was Xie Yunchen\u2019s private matter.

He coughed awkwardly. \u201cAnyway, it\u2019s pretty annoying. Forget it, let\u2019s not talk about that. Let\u2019s go inside first.\u201d

\u201cOkay.\u201d

Qin Sang responded softly.

Before entering, however, she subconsciously lifted her gaze and glanced at the man\u2019s retreating figure.

This seafood restaurant had been recommended by Shen Yi. Apparently their department often held gatherings here.

The prices weren\u2019t cheap, but the seafood was extremely fresh.

As for Shen Yi, he ended up being the last one to arrive.

When he finally rushed in, he immediately removed his suit jacket. He had probably hurried over too quickly, because his glasses had fogged over slightly and his breathing sounded uneven.

\u201cSorry,\u201d he said while catching his breath. \u201cI just finished work. I\u2019m late.\u201d

As he spoke, he loosened the top buttons of his shirt collar before grabbing the water glass on the table and gulping down two cups in one go.

\u201cYou okay there?\u201d Zhou Yihong teased. \u201cOut of breath after running a little? Spent too many years in the publicity department and gotten weak, huh? Want me to order you some oysters to replenish your energy?\u201d

Unlike Xie Yunchen, Shen Yi wasn\u2019t frontline research staff despite also working at Jiexing.

Xie Yunchen was considered key technical personnel directly involved in aerospace projects.

Meanwhile, Shen Yi worked in Jiexing\u2019s aerospace news and publicity department. Though he technically belonged to the system, his responsibilities mainly involved publicity planning and related media coverage.

Privately, Shen Yi was much more relaxed compared to the polished image he showed at work.

He removed his glasses to wipe away the fog and shot back mercilessly:

\u201cRather than worrying about me, maybe you should worry about yourself first. Scruffy beard, wrinkled clothes, sloppy appearance. Nobody stopped you at the entrance?\u201d

Zhou Yihong rubbed his chin. The stubble was rough enough to prick his fingers, but he looked entirely unconcerned.

Lifting his chin proudly, he scoffed, \u201cWhat do you know? This is art.\u201d

\u201cWhat kind of art?\u201d Shen Yi\u2019s mouth was ruthless. \u201cPerformance art? Since when does being artistic require looking homeless?\u201d

Zhou Yihong choked.

\u201cWhat the hell do you know? This is called individuality. Think about it\u2014which artist doesn\u2019t have some distinctive feature? Which director isn\u2019t scruffy with long hair?\u201d

Then he turned toward Qin Sang for support.

\u201cRight, Teacher Qin? Aren\u2019t art film directors all basically like this?\u201d

Suddenly being dragged into the conversation, Qin Sang paused for two seconds under the simultaneous gazes of both men\u2014especially Zhou Yihong\u2019s hopeful stare.

Finally, she answered tactfully:

\u201cEvery director has their own style, but\u2026\u201d

\u201cI think Director Zhou doesn\u2019t need to blindly follow trends. Just like filmmaking, preserving your own unique characteristics is what matters most.\u201d

Zhou Yihong touched the beard he had painstakingly grown out and looked slightly depressed.

Shen Yi put his glasses back on and laughed mercilessly before raising his cup toward Qin Sang.

\u201cTeacher Qin, I\u2019ve learned something today\u2014the art of speaking.\u201d

Qin Sang smiled faintly and raised her glass in return.

Zhou Yihong surrendered immediately. \u201cAlright, I get it now. You two are teaming up against me, huh?\u201d

Narrowing his eyes, he pointed accusingly at Shen Yi.

\u201cYou brat. Only been an official for a few years and already acting all high and mighty? Back in university, you weren\u2019t like this. You used to call me \u2018Senior Zhou\u2019 so sweetly.\u201d

Shen Yi replied calmly, \u201cBack then I was ignorant. Now I\u2019ve awakened.\u201d

Zhou Yihong laughed and cursed, \u201cLittle bastard.\u201d

The familiarity between them felt completely genuine.

Their easy teasing and banter carried the unmistakable comfort of old friends. The atmosphere was so natural that outsiders couldn\u2019t possibly insert themselves into it.

Even existing there felt slightly unnecessary.

Qin Sang smiled faintly, quietly acting as a polite companion.

Occasionally, she lifted her water glass for a sip.

Perhaps worried she might feel left out, Shen Yi explained:

\u201cTeacher Qin, we\u2019re used to speaking recklessly in private. I hope you don\u2019t mind.\u201d

\u201cNot at all.\u201d Qin Sang actually envied this kind of carefree companionship, since she herself had very few close friends.

Then she asked curiously:

\u201cBut\u2026 were you all university classmates?\u201d

\u201cIn a way, yes,\u201d Shen Yi explained.

\u201cSenior Zhou did his undergraduate degree at Nangong University, then got into Qing University for graduate school. He\u2019s three years older than us.\u201d

\u201cXie Yunchen and I were in the same class originally studying political science, but during sophomore year he transferred into aerospace engineering.\u201d

\u201cLater, he and Senior Zhou ended up under the same graduate advisor. On top of that, we were all part of the same photography club, so after spending enough time together, we naturally became close.\u201d

In reality, Xie Yunchen had only joined the photography club because he was dragged in to act as decorative recruitment bait.

After all, with a face like his, he attracted attention far too easily.

Every year during club recruitment, simply hanging up his photo dramatically boosted enrollment numbers.

Zhou Yihong suddenly remembered something and burst out laughing gleefully.

\u201cChen Lei\u2014the president of our photography club\u2014still gets cursed out even after graduating. Everyone says he ran a scam organization.\u201d

\u201cHe promised new recruits a gorgeous club mascot, but it turned out to be the kind you barely saw once all year.\u201d

Back in freshman year, Xie Yunchen still occasionally showed up at club activities.

His photography skills were excellent, and some of his photos had even been published by National Geographic.

But his interest in photography itself wasn\u2019t particularly strong.

After transferring majors during sophomore year, he genuinely no longer had time for club activities. Sometimes an entire semester passed without anyone seeing him once.

As a result, the junior students who joined because they\u2019d been seduced by his face constantly complained afterward, claiming they\u2019d been deceived.

The more Zhou Yihong talked, the more excited he became.

\u201cYou have no idea how crazy those girls were over him. They followed him to class, followed him to the cafeteria\u2014everywhere he went, they followed.\u201d

\u201cIf our professors hadn\u2019t strictly forbidden people from auditing classes, students from our own department probably wouldn\u2019t have had seats left.\u201d

\u201cThe key point,\u201d Zhou Yihong clicked his tongue twice dramatically, \u201cis that this guy attracted both men and women.\u201d

\u201cHe didn\u2019t spare a single gender.\u201d

\u201cOur younger male juniors practically worshipped him as the guiding light of life. Before exams, instead of praying to gods or begging professors for mercy, they treated him like some holy leader and worshipped him devoutly.\u201d

\u201cWhat did everyone secretly call him back then again?\u201d Zhou Yihong scratched his head, struggling to remember.

Shen Yi seemed to recall it immediately. Pushing up his glasses, he curved his lips slightly without speaking.

Suddenly, Zhou Yihong slapped his thigh excitedly.

\u201cRight! Everyone secretly called him Xie Courtesan.\u201d

\u201cThe kind of top courtesan from ancient brothels.\u201d

\u201cXie\u2026 Courtesan?\u201d

The nickname was actually\u2026

surprisingly fitting.

Qin Sang couldn\u2019t help laughing softly.

\u201cIt does seem pretty appropriate.\u201d

\u201cReally?\u201d

A voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

At some point, Xie Yunchen had already returned.

Standing behind Qin Sang, he lowered his eyes lazily toward her, a half-smile lingering on his lips.

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