"I must be very attracted to you, Senior Yucheng!" Pei Kemian said, patting Zheng Yucheng's chest.
"How could it be? I have always had a high sense of aesthetics." Zheng Yucheng curled up his shoulders and glanced at Song Zhuxuan, and his rippling pupils seemed to suddenly become smaller. In anyone's opinion, this is a condition of habitual inconsistency. reflection.
"Even if you like it, it's better to give up. The people lining up next to Song Zhuxuan can go from here to the other side of the Pacific. And just because she posted on the school forum that she really likes Teacher Wang Zaimin's class, now the entire classical music club It’s become an oversized boys’ dormitory.”
As if he heard the conversation between the two boys, Song Zhuxuan turned around slightly. Hazy white mist shrouded her snow-like eyes, the corners of her lips slowly rose, and her face became more and more arrogantly beautiful, almost like an illusion common to men.
Although the umbrella above Zheng Yucheng's head was not broken, his eyes and chin were still wet.
"No, has the threshold for classical music societies dropped so low? Everyone can join!"
Looking at Zheng Yucheng who was not telling the truth, Song Zhuxuan gently shook her long hair. Her clear eyes were as erratic as the sea water under the misty rain, and her moving lips were brighter and more charming.
"Everyone can go, which is the best proof that the threshold is not low. I can tell you that the tickets for scalpers have already been sold very high. However, as a good friend, I can still meet this request..."
"No need, I don't like overly lively occasions at all."
Last year, when I first opened the portrait of Song Zhuxuan from the painting album of my friend Pei Kemian, who was an art student, Zheng Yucheng's eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened uncontrollably, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and in his mind He suddenly turned gray, and the blush on his cheeks was as hot as a fever. In fact, this is not only Zheng Yucheng's personal feeling, but the eyes of anyone who has seen this painting will heat up. Even in winter, the warm breath will dispel the chill in the room.
The woman in white who is praying in the rapeseed field is elegant but still has the unique purity of a 20-year-old. In the picture, Zhuhyun is wearing a long white dress that touches her bare feet. Her hands are elegantly and naturally folded on her chest. Her neck is slender and straight, and her face is wrapped in the moist morning dew. The eyes showed two kinds of luster, one was pure and the other was sad, and the lips were slightly relaxed as if holding a petal. It was from this portrait that the venue became a well-known check-in holy place for An adults.
"Brother Yucheng, you can like her, but don't chase her."
In the studio, Pei Kemian looked at his masterpiece intently. Zheng Yucheng, however, held the portrait and smiled unknowingly through tears.
"Why?" The atmosphere was a little weird, and Zheng Yucheng's voice was obviously sad.
"It's because she has been enjoying the pleasure of being surrounded by stars since she was a child, so I think she should be more interested in boys who ignore her, but she can't turn a blind eye. The kind of communication that is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and wants to reject but welcomes. Do you know the method? Also, Song Zhuxuan has extremely high musical literacy, so she should like boys who are also outstanding."
"Then do you think I should fill in the vocal music first or the instrumental music?"
"You're really ignorant. Choose the one you're best at and make her think you're not bad at all so that you can catch her eye."
Best friend Pei Kemian said that the wisteria tree with hanging grape-like flowers on campus was Song Zhuxuan’s favorite. He also said that reading at night with bright lights was a kind of beauty in itself, so whenever the students rushed to the study room to endorse the Sometimes, Zheng Yucheng would come alone and sit on the bench under the wisteria tree. When the familiar white dress swayed into his eyes, he could not help but read out the beautiful passages in the book. After each short paragraph, he straightened his neck from the thick literature book and carefully stared at Song Zhuxuan's face, but she always held her chin and stared intently at the dull sky or the lamp next to the bench. Bright street lights.
"I'm waiting, the night is long, but you lie down and listen to the gossip of the waves." Staring at Song Zhuxuan's perfect profile, from the shadow of the tree in her sight, Zheng Yucheng seemed to have clearly seen the girl's smile in the spring breeze and moonlight. .
The moment Song Zhuxuan turned around, Zheng Yucheng, who was full of happiness, showed an innocent smile. No matter who he was, such an expression would feel that it was inappropriate for his age.
"Hey! Senior, can you read it in a lower voice? I'm currently taking exams."
The leaves that were entrusted with happiness were instantly destroyed by a strong wind and fell to pieces...
"This is a rose I picked up on the roadside. I hope you can accept it.", "Oh my god! Is it wrong? I'm not a scavenger. How could I just pick up things?!", "Then say it. I bought it especially for her."
Zheng Yucheng took a few deep breaths, puffed out his chest, and then silently walked to the half-open door of the music classroom. He crossed his legs and looked in from the high corridor window. The classroom with the warm lights on was very quiet. , although I didn’t see her, the sound of the piano was familiar after a long absence.
"It's stupid, but just nine flowers look too shabby.", "What should I do? Really, think tank Pei Kemian will not come back sooner or later, but he chose to do so at such an important juncture. Go home!", "How about buying a few more flowers, but I don't have that much pocket money!" Zheng Yucheng stood on tiptoe whether he was going to the bathroom or walking in the corridor.
"Forget it, I'll try my luck. I'll graduate soon, at least I won't have any regrets." He took a deep breath so hard, as if he was carefully sucking all the lost courage into his chest. When he knocked on the door cautiously, Meng Tingchen, the young man from An Dakuo who was as tough as chewing gum, stood behind Zheng Yucheng holding a large bunch of blue enchantress.
"Joohyun, happy birthday! This is for you, do you like it?"
For a young man who cannot find self-confidence, timidity and sadness can be completely integrated into a person's blood. Especially when he remembered what Song Zhuxuan said to Meng Tingchen that day in Changting, Zheng Yucheng's hand holding the flowers quickly shrank behind him as if avoiding flames.
"Thank you, I like it so much, but senior, how did you know that I like blue roses?" From Song Zhuxuan's ocean-like voice, Zheng Yucheng could feel the joy in his eyes when his white hands touched the petals. look like.
"Let me treat you to dinner. My new car is outside the school."
"OK."
Seeing Song Zhuxuan's sweet smile, Zheng Yucheng felt a strong sense of rejection.
"Starting from tomorrow, or right now, this won't happen again!" Perhaps because his heart was reminding him that he needed to comfort his body, Zheng Yucheng tightly folded his arms around his chest, and then sadness faintly seeped out of his body from the bottom of his heart. There was also a feeble sigh in his throat.
"It's better not to go outside the school. I will be the first actor to appear at the school celebration tomorrow morning. I have to finish practicing the piano early and then go back to take a beauty sleep."
"Actually, you don't need to be so serious. Zhuxuan, don't you often record TV shows? Aren't school celebrations just a practice venue for you?"
"Although the occasion is small, we should not take it lightly. Today my favorite pianist came to Anseong for a book signing. But in order to have a full performance tomorrow, I can't even go there. You don't know that I have been looking forward to it for twenty years. It’s what I’ve been looking forward to!”
"Yes, go to the autograph session. The gift Song Joo-hyun wants most is there."
It was pouring rain outside, and unknown fallen flowers and acacia leaves fell on the muddy puddles and blue-grey stone steps.
Zheng Yucheng, who used his bag as an umbrella to cover his forehead, ran far away in one breath. As soon as he reached the school gate, he got on the bus. As soon as the car stopped, he jumped out of the door in three steps and two steps at a time. Even though the raindrops were getting denser, he was in no hurry to move the bag to the top of his head again. Perhaps the statue in front of the concert hall was carved too much like Song Zhuxuan, so Zheng Yucheng placed his bag firmly on the head of the statue. The thin and rapid water fell along the high bridge of the nose and the delicate lips of the stone statue. At that moment, Zheng Yucheng's heart was beating fast, and he suddenly wanted to touch the statue's vivid face. Passers-by who didn't know why looked at him smiling at the cold statue, wondering if this young man had escaped from the mental hospital on the street.
"Finally it's me, yes!" Zheng Yucheng didn't take into account the horrifying sounds made by his fans who recognized him, and his laughter became more and more cheerful and cheerful.
"Hello, can you write down the names of Zheng Yucheng and Song Zhuxuan for me? I hope everything is well with you. Thank you." Song Zhuxuan will be surprised, and maybe even very happy, when she sees the last If her favorite musician leaves her a message, she will probably give her a beautiful smile. Perhaps anticipating this, Zheng Yucheng showed no stage fright when facing musicians.
A gust of wind filled with moisture blew the wet branches and leaves of the wisteria...
"Senior Joohyun! Please wait!"
Zheng Yucheng held his already soaked satchel high and ran towards Song Zhuxuan with a look of embarrassment.
"Senior Yucheng, what did you do?" When he heard Song Zhuxuan's feigned concern, Zheng Yucheng's breathing became easier, and then he laughed awkwardly to encourage himself.
"Um, Junior Zhuhyun, this is me, I, that is, I happened to pass by a music hall today. I saw a long queue inside, and I thought it was an idol star having a concert, so I just I stood at the back. When I got to the front, I realized that it was a signing party held by your favorite pianist. I don’t usually listen to classical music, so I had to bring it to you, you, haha , you won’t mind.”
As soon as his eyes touched Song Zhuxuan's jade-white arms, Zheng Yucheng's breathing suddenly became rapid. Gradually, his eyes softened, and hazy mist began to appear in front of his eyes. Just when the whole person was about to fall into unconsciousness, a burst of electricity fell from the sky and prompted him to turn around pretending to be tearing at his scalp.
Song Zhuxuan stood there thoughtfully and stared at his back. The gradually elastic gaze seemed to imprint his face in his mind. Perhaps even his back view couldn't bear the divine light of the goddess. Zheng Yucheng swallowed dryly and was so panicked that he almost threw his satchel into the puddle.
"Zheng Yucheng wishes Song Zhuxuan a happy birthday, and I hope you are well." This time it was not in his mind or heart, but Song Zhuxuan was really reading the line on the cover with a cheerful voice.
The wind stretched between the two people. When he faced Song Zhuxuan again, the soles of his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. Also stuck were the slightly raised eyes of the two people when Song Zhuxuan used an umbrella to cover Zheng Yucheng's head.
"Thank you, this is my favorite birthday present."
Zheng Yucheng stretched out his hand, and just when his fingertips were about to touch the umbrella handle held by Song Zhuxuan in his palm, a transparent call came out from his throat again, and he felt a hot wave of heat on his cheeks.
Zheng Yucheng turned around again, raised his feet, and then disappeared into the pouring rain like smoke.
"By the way, although it's late, I still want to wish you a happy birthday."
Zheng Yucheng jumped back to Song Zhuxuan with bright eyes. This time, his eyes were slightly red.
In fact, Zheng Yucheng doesn't need to be so reserved. Not only is his appearance as handsome as the sun god, but he also becomes more and more charming as he looks at him. Under the slightly curled eyelashes is a pair of eyes without impurities. At first glance, they are as clear as morning dew, but after a long look, they are bottomless, making people fall into them if they are not careful. When the pair of moderately thick peach lips pursed lightly, they showed a dazzling dignity. When she relaxed slightly, there was an indescribable sex appeal. The thin rain filtered through the snow-white shirt, making his already exquisite figure appear even more exquisite and translucent.
When she noticed his slightly bulging chest, Song Zhuxuan smiled curiously, her eyes were blurred for a moment, and her eyebrows jumped slightly, but it would not be noticed unless someone had ulterior motives.
"By the way, Brother Yucheng, let's go have breakfast together tomorrow. There is a restaurant in Lujiao Alley, and it tastes pretty good."
"Oh, okay, okay."
"But I have to practice tomorrow. You remember to arrive on time at 9.30."
The breath slowly bloomed at the corner of Song Zhuxuan's mouth like water mist and flowers. Zheng Yucheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes seemed confused, more like confusion.
Puzzled…
