Chapter 8: Seven Colors of Light
The good place Murong Xu said was not unusual, it was the Nanshan Observatory, where the two of them met for the first time.
As if there had been a notice, the janitor saw their car from a distance and immediately pressed the button to open the door, and the telescopic iron door slowly tightened, making way for a cement road illuminated by the headlights of the car.
Murong Xu drove a tall and spacious four-wheel drive car along the winding path to the top of the mountain and stopped in front of a semicircular stargazing platform.
It was the end of summer, and it was a little cool on the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, so Murong Xu thoughtfully took off his suit and put it on for Han, and he only wore a dark blue shirt. Under the starry sky, he is handsome and solemn with black eyes and black hair, so that people dare not look at him.
"Do you see this as you said, the sky on a summer night is like a sea of stars?" Murong Xu gently hugged He Han, and the two looked up at the night sky together.
The deep and dark sky is densely covered with countless glowing spots.
With Han's thoughts, he flew farther and farther along with the boundless starry sky.
In the vast picture of the universe, the earth glowing with pale blue light is only a small dot, she is just a lonely and small speck of dust, her wisdom is so limited, life is only like a mayfly, her delusion of seeking knowledge is so empty.
But now, in the vast world, under the high starlight, with him accompanying her, with his warm breath surrounding her, she felt an emotional connection, although ethereal, but real, it was a world in a grain of sand, a paradise where a flower bloomed, who can say that it is not the whole world?
She became excited, her hands around his waist, her face against his chest, the sound of a steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears, and the unknown insects around her were hiding in the grass and singing, everything was so beautiful.
Looking at the search, Orion's belt bright stars are ΞΆ, Ξ΅, Ξ΄, distinctive, the three stars are connected in a straight line, and are divided by the middle one, and Han stares motionlessly, wanting to imprint the three stars firmly into his eyes.
After a while, she closed her eyes and sank the mark into her heart, she turned her head and compared the star trail on Murong Xu's face, and after a few seconds, she was drunk, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips.
After a moment's pause, Murong Xu began to respond to her enthusiastically, impatient like a young man who had tasted lust for the first time.
He hugged her tightly, tasted her taste, sweet, innocent, he sighed, it must be that the night was as gentle as water, he was tempted.
I don't know who moved a little bigger, Murong Xu's suit was touched and fell to the ground, interrupting the wet and sticky long kiss. Picking up the clothes, Murong Xu winked at her and said with a smile, "I have something for you." β
He walked back to the car, opened the storage box, took out a black rectangular box, and handed it to Han mysteriously.
It was a very ordinary box, the tentacles were very heavy, dull black, not delicate at all.
He Han opened the lid of the box suspiciously, and a bright light jumped out, it was a prism! Exactly the same as the one she shattered, her baby from her childhood!
She was pleasantly surprised, her vision gradually blurred, the liquid film stained the vitreous, and he became a hazy shadow in front of her.
Afraid of fingerprints stained on the smooth mirror, she just gently touched one of the edges of the triangular cylinder, and the smooth touch of the fingertips reminded her of the past: "When I was a child, I had problems with brain development, my emotional cognition was very poor, I often couldn't figure out the situation, and I was scared by the unpredictable expressions around me and the changing words.
Until my 6th birthday, my grandmother gave me a prism, and I held it all day, and I was simply fascinated. Wherever I go, as long as there is a beam of light, it will definitely send me a rainbow, always red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, neatly arranged, not messy, I like the feeling of no need to guess, peace of mind.
But one time, I was talking to myself uncontrollably in the classroom, and the teacher thought I was making trouble and asked me to get out. But I didn't know that I had read out all the things I had just meditated on in my head, so I held the table and didn't move, and the fat female teacher got angry and came and dragged me. I was angry and stubborn, and in the process of pulling, the prism fell out of my pocket and shattered.
I got mad and yelled in the classroom, like an aggressive beast, and kicked everyone out. Eventually, I was able to pick up almost all of the debris, but that was the end of my elementary school career. β
Murong Xu kissed her forehead distressedly and hugged her tighter.
He Han smiled at him and continued: "Later, when I was a little older, I read that scientists use the spectroscopic principle of prisms to draw chromatography, and they can know the abundance of chemical elements in stars. I thought, who said there are no ghosts in this world, the stars in the night sky, they have traveled thousands of light years and fallen into our eyes. Perhaps by the time we meet it, the star that belongs to it has already collapsed and died, so it has become a lonely ghost in the dark universe. β
He Han held up the prism in the box and stopped in the air, looked through the crystal glass, and looked at the endless night sky: "But with this, I can communicate with the ghost, understand its past, and interpret its memories, so I glued those pieces one by one, thinking that maybe one day, it will be a key to take me to solve some mysterious puzzles." β
She put the prism back in the box and covered it with care.
With her slender arms around Murong Xu's neck, looking into her starry black eyes, she murmured softly: "Thank you for sending me this, the starlight puzzle, the love puzzle, your puzzle, I want to solve it." β
Murong Xu's heart was in turmoil, and the big net of love caught him. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't figure out who was capturing whom, and he had forgotten what kind of ambition he had and how many people he wanted to trample under his feet.
He used what little reason he had left to tell himself that at this moment, in the face of such a beautiful and flawless face and a clean soul, let yourself sink.
He kissed Yohan affectionately, gently intertwined with her lips and tongue, and wanted to give her endless tenderness and cherishment.
It felt too good to be cherished by his lover, and he fell in love with the cold, and let out a thin snort in his nose, his body became hot, and his fingers inserted into the buttons of his shirt, and his fingertips drew circles on his tight chest.
The kiss changed in an instant, and on the smooth neck line, a hot palm pressed over, the fragile throat was exposed, and the powerful thumb slid up and down, he was restraining the desire of the beast.
The wildspark burned all over his body, and he couldn't stop, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want it?" β
A soft and weak hum made him go crazy.
He picked her up by the waist, and soon there was an unbearable murmur from the spacious carriage.
Reason had long since collapsed, and he kneaded and caressed it wantonly, and she collapsed in his arms, her red face covered with lust.
He coaxed her to suck and grind, and in her tearful eyes, he pursued the limit of pleasure.
He Han was obediently bewitched by him, coaxed by him, the freshness, the stimulation, the pleasure of the body, layer upon layer, the love to the extreme, as if entering the dazzling starlight, and the next moment fell into the boundless darkness, she whispered: "Ah Xu." β