"It must be very attractive to you, Senior Yucheng!" Pei Kemian slapped Zheng Yucheng's chest and said.

"How so? My aesthetic point has always been very high. Zheng Yucheng curled his shoulders and stole at Song Joo-hyun's rippling eyes seemed to have become smaller all of a sudden, which seemed to anyone to be a habitual reflex of inconsistency.

"Even if you like it, give it up. Everyone in line around Song Joo-hyun can go from this row to the other side of the Pacific Ocean. And just because she posted on the school forum that she liked Teacher Wang Zaimin's class so much, now the entire classical music club is going to become a super-sized boys' dormitory. ”

As if hearing the conversation between the two boys, Song Joo-hyun turned back slightly. A hazy white mist shrouded her snow-crystalline eyes, the corners of her lips slowly rose, and her face became more and more beautiful, like an illusion common to men.

Although the umbrella above Zheng Yucheng's head was not broken, his eyes and jaw were still soaked.

"Isn't it, has the threshold for classical music clubs been lowered so low? Anyone can go! ”

Looking at Zheng Yucheng, who was wrong-hearted, Song Zhuxuan gently shook her long hair, her clear eyes were as fleeting as the sea water under the smoke and rain, and her fluttering lips were brighter and more lazy and coquettish.

"Everyone can go, which is the best proof that the threshold is not low. I'll tell you that scalpers have already sold their tickets to a high level. Still, as a good friend, I can..."

"No, I don't have a good impression of too lively occasions at all."

Still last year, when he first flipped to Song Joo-hyun's portrait from the painting book of his friend Pei Kemian, who was an art student, Zheng Yucheng's eyes suddenly widened, his mouth couldn't help but open, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his mind flickered gray, and the flush of his cheeks was as hot as high heat. In fact, this is not only Zheng Yucheng's personal feeling, but anyone who has seen this painting will heat their eyes, even in winter, the warm breath will dispel the chill in the room.

The woman in white who is praying in a field of rape flowers is elegant but does not lose the purity of her 20s. The picture shows Joo Hyun dressed in a long white dress that gently brushes her bare feet, her hands are elegantly and naturally stacked on her chest, her neck is slender and straight, and her face is wrapped in damp morning dew. There are two kinds of luster in the eyes, half pure and half sad, and the lips are slightly relaxed as if they are holding a petal. It was from this portrait that the site became a well-known check-in mecca for Ontarians to visit.

"Brother Yucheng, you can like her, but don't chase her."

In the studio, Pei Ke barely looked at his masterpiece without squinting. Zheng Yucheng held the portrait and smiled unconsciously.

"Why?" The atmosphere was a little weird, and Zheng Yucheng's voice was obviously a little sad.

"It's because she's been enjoying the thrill of the stars holding the moon since she was a child, so I think she should be more interested in the boys who ignore her, but she can't turn a blind eye. The outside is cold and the inside is hot, do you know the way of communication that wants to refuse and welcome? What's more, Song Joo-hyun has a very high level of musical literacy, and she should like boys who are also outstanding. ”

"Then do you think I'm going to dislike vocal music or instrumental music first?"

"It's really unenlightening, choose one that you are best at, and let her feel that you are not bad to get into her eyes."

Pei Kemian, a close friend, said that the wisteria tree with grapes and flowers on campus is Song Joo-hyun's favorite, and he also said that reading at night when the lights are bright is a kind of beauty in itself, so whenever the students rush to the study room to endorse the book, Zheng Yucheng will come to sit on the bench under the wisteria tree alone, and when the familiar white dress shakes into his eyes, he can't help but read out the exquisite passages in the book. After each short paragraph, he straightened his neck from the thick literary book and stared carefully at Song Joo-hyun's face, but she always stared intently at the dull sky or the bright street lamp next to the bench with her chin up.

"I'm waiting, the night is long, but you're lying listening to Haitao's gossip." Staring at Song Joo-hyun's perfect side face, from the shade of the tree in her sight, Jung Yucheng seemed to have seen the girl's smile with the spring breeze and moonlight.

At the moment when Song Joo-hyun turned around, Zheng Yucheng, who was full of happiness, showed an innocent smile, and no matter who he was, he would feel that it did not match his age.

"Hey! Senior, can you read it quietly? I've been researching it lately. ”

The blades 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 side of the road, I hope you can take it." "Oh my God! Is it a mistake in the brain, and it's not a scavenger, how can I pick up things casually?! "Then I bought it for her. ”

Zheng Yucheng took a few deep breaths, straightened his chest, and then silently walked to the door of the half-hidden music classroom, stilting his feet from the high corridor window to look inside, the classroom with the warm light on was very quiet, although I didn't see her, but the sound of the piano was familiar for a long time.

"It's stupid, but it's too shabby to look at just nine flowers." "What the hell should I do?" Really, the think tank Pei Kemian didn't go back sooner or later, but chose to go home at such an important juncture! "I don't want to buy a few anymore, but I don't have that much pocket money!" Whether it's going to the bathroom or walking in the hallway, Zheng Yucheng is on tiptoe.

"Forget it, I'd better try my luck. I'm about to graduate, at least I won't have any regrets. "Taking a deep breath so hard, it seems that he is sucking all the lost courage into his chest very carefully. When he cautiously knocked on the door panel, Meng Tingchen, who was as difficult as chewing gum, stood behind Zheng Yucheng with a large bunch of blue enchantresses.

"Happy birthday, Joo-hyun! For you, like it? ”

For a teenager who can't find self-confidence, timidity and sorrow can be completely integrated into a person's blood. Especially when he remembered what Song Joo-hyun said to Meng Tingchen in the Changting Pavilion that day, Zheng Yucheng's hand holding the flowers shrank behind him as if he was dodging the flames.

"Thank you, I like it so much, but how did you know that I like blue roses, senior!" From Song Joo-hyun's ocean-like rippling voice, Zheng Yucheng could feel the joy in his eyes when his white hands touched the petals.

"I'll treat you to dinner, my new car is outside the school."

"Okay."

Looking at Song Joo-hyun's sweet smile, Zheng Yucheng felt a strong sense of rejection.

"From tomorrow, no, from now, it won't be like this again!" Perhaps it was because his heart reminded him that he needed to soothe his body, Zheng Yucheng wrapped his arms tightly around his chest, and then sadness faintly penetrated from the bottom of his heart to the outside of his body, and a weak sigh came out of his throat.

"Don't go outside of school, I'm the first actor to appear at the school celebration tomorrow morning, I have to finish practicing the piano early, and then go back to get a beauty sleep."

"Actually, you don't have to be so serious, Joo-hyun, don't you often record TV shows? Isn't the school festival a place for you to practice? ”

"Even if the occasion is small, we can't take it lightly, and today I have my favorite pianist coming to Anseong for a book signing. But for the sake of tomorrow's full performance, I can't even go there. You don't know that I've been looking forward to it for 20 years! ”

"Yes, go to the book signing, Song Joo-hyun's most wanted gift is there."

Outside, it was pouring rain, and unknown fallen flowers and acacia leaves were falling on muddy puddles and blue-gray stone steps.

Zheng Yucheng, who used his satchel as an umbrella to cover his forehead, ran far away in one go. As soon as he got to the school gate, he got on the bus, and as soon as the bus stopped, he jumped out of the door in three steps and two steps. Even as the rain grew denser, he didn't rush to move the bag back above his head. Perhaps the statue of the goddess in front of the music hall was carved too much like Song Joo-hyun, and Zheng Yucheng tightly blocked the head of the goddess with his satchel. The thin and turbulent water fell down the high nose bridge and delicate lips of the stone statue, and at that moment Zheng Yucheng's heart was pounding, and he suddenly wanted to touch the statue's vivid face. Unknown passers-by watched him smile at the cold statue, wondering if the young man had escaped from a psychiatric hospital facing the street.

"It's finally me, yes!" Zheng Yucheng didn't care about recognizing his fans' terrifying voices, and his laughter became more and more cheerful and happy.

"Hello, can you help me write the names of Jung Yu-sung and Song Joo-hyun? And the phrase I hope you're doing well. Thank you. Song Joo-hyun will be surprised, maybe happy, and she will show herself a beautiful smile when she sees her favorite musician leave a message for her. Perhaps anticipating this, Zheng Yucheng did not have the slightest stage fright when facing musicians.

A gust of steamy wind blows the wet branches and leaves of wisteria...

"Sister Joo-hyun! Please wait! ”

Zheng Yucheng held the already soaked satchel high and ran in front of Song Joo-hyun with an embarrassed face.

"Senior Yucheng, what are you doing?" When he heard Song Joo-hyun's pretended concern, Zheng Yucheng's breathing eased, and then he emboldened himself with an embarrassing laugh.

"That, Joo-hyun, it's me, I'm, that's it, I happened to pass by a music hall today. I saw a long queue inside, and I thought it was an idol star holding a concert, so I went straight to the back. When I got to the front, I realized it was your favorite pianist's book signing. I don't usually listen to classical music, so I'm going to bring it to you, and you, hehe, you won't mind. ”

As soon as his eyes touched Song Joo-hyun's jade lotus-like arms, Zheng Yucheng's breathing suddenly became rapid. Gradually, his eyes softened, and a hazy mist began to float in front of him. Just when the whole person was about to enter the unconscious, a burst of electricity fell from the sky and prompted him, who was constantly tearing his scalp, to turn around in a pretended manner.

Song Joo-hyun stood thoughtfully and stared at his back, his gaze gradually elastic as if his face was imprinted in his mind. Maybe even the back can't stand the illumination of the female divine light. Zheng Yucheng swallowed dryly, and the whole person was so panicked that he almost threw his satchel into the puddle.

"Jung Yucheng wishes Song Joo-hyun a happy birthday and wishes you all the best." This time it was not in my mind or in my heart, but Song Joo-hyun was really reading the line on the cover in a cheerful voice.

The wind stretched between the two of them, facing Song Joo-hyun again, the soles of his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and the eyes of the two people were slightly raised when Song Joo-hyun covered the top of Zheng Yucheng's head with an umbrella.

"Thank you, it's my favorite birthday present."

Zheng Yucheng stretched out his hand, and just as his fingertips were about to touch the handle of Song Joo-hyun's umbrella held in the palm of his hand, a transparent call came out of his throat again, and his cheeks also felt a rolling heat.

Zheng Yucheng turned around again and lifted his foot, and then disappeared into the pouring rain like a puff of smoke.

"By the way, it's late, but I still want to wish you a happy birthday."

Zheng Yucheng jumped back to Song Joo-hyun with bright eyes, and this time, his eyes were a little faintly red.

In fact, Zheng Yucheng didn't need to be so restrained, his appearance was not only as handsome as the sun god, but also more and more charming. Under the slightly curled eyelashes is a pair of eyes without impurities, which are as clear as morning dew at first glance, and bottomless after a long time, making people fall into them if they are not careful. When the pair of moderately thick peach lips are lightly pursed, they are dazzlingly precious. When it is slightly loosened, it carries an indescribable sexiness. The thin rain poured out through the snow-white shirt, making his originally ingenious figure even more exquisite.

When noticing his slightly bulging chest, Song Joo-hyun smiled curiously, his eyes were blurred for a moment, and his eyebrows jumped slightly, but if it wasn't for people with ulterior motives, he wouldn't be able to notice it.

"By the way, Brother Yucheng, let's go have breakfast together tomorrow. There is a restaurant in Antler Alley, and it tastes good. ”

"Oh, yes, yes."

"But I'm going to practice tomorrow, and you remember to be there at 9.30 punctually."

Breathing slowly bloomed at the corners of Song Joo-hyun's mouth like a mist flower. Zheng Yucheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes seemed to be confused, more like confusion.

Confused...