Chapter 47 The Evolution of a Class Beauty
Sheng Yan watched the car leave Pu Yu and the others far behind.
Even Pu Yu, who was so tall, couldn't be seen.
I feel much better.
Ning Song asked him, "Where are you going? What are you going to do? I have something to do this afternoon."
"You can leave your homework for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Sheng Yan knew what he planned for the afternoon and said, "I'll take you to a nice place."
He really liked Ningsong. Just taking him out would make him feel happy. He thought Ningsong looked good in the clothes he wore today. He looked youthful and beautiful. The green sweater made him look fresh and fair. He had a light scent of jasmine on his body. He looked like a bunch of jasmine flowers in spring, swaying in his heart.
He was filled with indescribable joy.
Ning Song looked outside the car and saw that it seemed to be heading out of the city, so he asked, "Where are we going?"
"You'll know when you get there," Sheng Yan said, "You'll definitely like it."
As the car drove out of the city, the view became very vast. There was a streak of golden red on the horizon, and the rest was filled with large groups of dusk purple clouds. There are really beautiful sights in the mornings and evenings in Upper East Province.
Ning Song opened the window a little and saw that the white calamus flowers in the suburbs were still in full bloom. The wind made his hair tremble. Sheng Yan leaned over and rested his head on his shoulder.
"I haven't been here yet," Ning Song said.
"People in the Upper East used to call this place the vegetable garden because it was full of vegetable fields. Now it is mainly green fields."
Looking around, there are greenhouses and green fields. Some trees are in full bloom, white and pink, stretching all the way to the rolling green hills in the distance.
It seems that they have a two-week seminar after the spring meeting in April, which includes a trip to the surrounding countryside to experience rural life.
Sheng Yan suddenly asked, "Did you prepare a birthday surprise for me?"
Ning Song immediately turned around and his ear brushed against Sheng Yan's beautiful face: "You know?!"
Sheng Yan smiled, and the warm hair on their cheeks blended together, slightly itchy. "If you want to keep it a secret, you shouldn't ask Qiao Qiao. He is not the kind of person who can hide things. Yesterday he called Deng Xun to help him choose a gift, and Deng Xun called me to ask."
"Ah? Brother Xun, don't you know it's a surprise?!"
"He heard that I didn't celebrate my birthday, so he called to confirm."
Ning Song stepped back slightly and looked at Sheng Yan: "You're not celebrating your birthday?"
Sheng Yan nodded: "I haven't had this experience since I was a teenager."
Without Ning Song asking, he took the initiative to tell him about his personal affairs: "Don't worry, there is no tragic past. I lived abroad with my mother until I was eleven years old. My mother sent me here for my birthday. I felt that she abandoned me, so I never celebrated my birthday again. Later, everyone got used to me not celebrating my birthday, and I found it very troublesome. I usually just had a meal with Li Qingyuan and the others."
Ning Song said: "We didn't intend to give you a big party, we just wanted to have some fun with these friends we've met."
Sheng Yan said, "Don't do it. If the news gets out, a lot of people will come to celebrate for me. It's too troublesome. If those people at home find out, there will be a lot of trouble. You accompany me to this place today, which is equivalent to celebrating for me."
Ning Song said, "Well, your happiness is the most important thing."
In fact, he doesn't celebrate his birthday. He doesn't even know his exact birthday. He doesn't really feel much about it. He thinks that since is celebrating, he might as well everyone join in the fun.
But it is very likely that he will celebrate it this year. His birthday this year should be very lively, and Qiao Qiao will be the first one to clamor for a grand celebration for him.
Although usually calls them "brother", except for Li You who is 18 years old, the others are about the same age, all 17 years old. Pu Yu's birthday is in early February, Sheng Yan's is in April, but Qiao Qiao and Fan Duoduo everyone who always call them "brother" are actually born in January. They say "brother" is a status in the underworld, and has nothing to do with age.
He is still the Ning brother in the hearts of all the boys in the school!
This year, his birthday was the only thing left to celebrate, so Qiao Qiao was putting all his efforts into it. He was afraid it would be too grand.
In fact, it's good to just pass away quietly like Sheng Yan.
They leaned against each other and enjoyed the breeze for a while. Ning Song wanted to ask Sheng Yan about his family situation, but after hearing what Sheng Yan said, it seemed very complicated, so he decided to hold back.
Sheng Yan said: "Do you think it's nice to just feel the wind?"
"Well," Ning Song said, "very comfortable."
"I think people live for these moments. Just enjoying the breeze and the scenery like us is better than any grand birthday party."
"We're not going to go back just because of the wind, are we?" Ning Song asked him with a smile.
They were too close. Sheng Yan looked at the smile lines on his lips and wanted to reach out and touch them. His eyes were fixed on his rosy lips and white teeth. He felt that his lips and teeth also seemed to have the scent of jasmine, which made him want to kiss him.
He held out his cell phone: "Look at the camera."
Ning Song looked at the camera obediently, seeing his own reflection reflected in Sheng Yan's face, which was a gift from God, and smiled at the camera.
Sheng Yan took a selfie of the two of them, put away his phone and said, "We're almost there."
Ning Song saw a row of white houses and large fields of jasmine.
"Wow."
The car stopped in front of the row of houses. Ning Song got out immediately and was amazed at the jasmine fields in the twilight.
Large patches of jasmine flowers are in full bloom, swaying in the wind, and the air is filled with a very rich jasmine fragrance.
"Does it look good?" Sheng Yan asked.
"nice."
Sheng Yan said: "It's a pity that the weather is bad today, and we came a little late. When I came yesterday, the setting sun was shining, and it looked even better."
"Were you here yesterday?"
Sheng Yan nodded and hooked his finger mysteriously: "Follow me!"
Someone came out to meet them, and it seemed to be the owner of the flower farm. Sheng Yan said to him as they walked: "They recently opened a farmhouse here, specifically inviting tourists to come and enjoy the flowers, but it's a pity that it's not very famous. I just happened to search for it on the Internet."
Big data push is very powerful. He recently wrote a song and searched a lot of information about jasmine. His mobile phone pushed him this jasmine field on the outskirts of the city. He suddenly had an idea and took a leave to check it out. When he came yesterday, the sunset was brilliant and he took a lot of photos.
They went to the two-story building next door. The jasmine fields here are mainly used to make jasmine tea. For many years, it has been the busiest when the jasmine flowers bloom every year. A row of workers' houses were built. Starting this year, the boss followed the example of the surrounding flower farmers and started tourism, so he cleaned up the second floor and turned it into a hotel.
Sheng Yan picked the best room with the best view from the window, where he could take in the entire flower field.
Ning Song kept taking pictures with his cell phone.
He would say that no matter what kind of flowers they are, as long as there are enough and big enough, they will all look good!
"We won't go back tonight. Let's go watch the sunrise tomorrow. The boss said it looks best in the morning."
"OK!"
Ningsong could imagine the beautiful scenery just by thinking about it. He was already a little impatient and said, "Let's go to the fields and take a look."
They went downstairs and dusk had already risen, but the white jasmine flowers were connected in the night, as if the thin mist was condensed from fragrance.
Sheng Yan said, "Stand there. I'll take a picture of you."
Sheng Yan took several photos and said, “You can add them to my MV.”
"ah?"
Sheng Yan smiled: "No?"
“No, no.” Ning Song asked, “Do you want to shoot a music video?”
"It's very simple. You can edit it yourself and put it on a short video."
"Then you should be in the camera yourself. I'll take the picture for you." He took the camera from Sheng Yan and said, "Stand over there. Trust my aesthetics."
Sheng Yan stood over and said, "Then I have to act pretentiously."
Ning Song laughed.
They continued filming in the flower field until night fell, then returned to the room, connected the memory card to the computer and reviewed all the footage. Ning Song then saw some of the video footage that Sheng Yan had shot yesterday.
The flower fields under the setting sun were so beautiful that he was speechless.
Ning Song thought that Sheng Yan found this flower field for filming purposes, and brought her here because he grew jasmine flowers and thought she liked them.
He tried hard to give Sheng Yan advice and help him choose photos, and before he knew it, it was already past eight o'clock.
The phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Pu Yu sent him a message, asking, "Are you back?"
Ning Song replied honestly, "I am filming a video with Brother Yan in the suburbs. I will not be going back today, but I will go back tomorrow."
He also sent Pu Yu some photos he had taken, explaining, "There is a jasmine field here, and Brother Yan wants to shoot some material for his new song."
In fact, he felt a little guilty, because he thought Pu Yu would be jealous. But he couldn't go back just because of this.
Pu Yu just replied with an “Oh”.
Ning Song said, "We will go back tomorrow morning after we finish taking photos of the sunrise."
Pu Yu replied: "Don't be late for class."
"Know."
Pu Yu didn't reply to him.
After a while, Pu Yu asked, "How do you sleep?"
Ning Song smiled, then took a picture of a double bed and showed it to him. When she posted it, she thought to herself that she was like she was in a relationship and had to report it.
Pu Yu didn't say anything else.
I don't know whether I was even more unhappy or finally relieved.
But according to his understanding, Menhulu may also feel that it is not appropriate for him to continue to ask questions. Pu Yu is not the kind of person who sticks to him with a sense of righteousness. Sometimes he will reveal a silence of "I also know that this is not good." This is also one of the reasons why he is so possessive and he does not dislike it.
Sure enough, after a while, Pu Yu seemed to be unable to hold back and asked, "Are there no extra rooms?"
Ningsong suddenly became more aggressive and said, "Stop talking nonsense. We still sleep in the same bed!"
Pu Yu was completely speechless.
Ning Song sent him another message, asking him if he had brought his schoolbag to school.
Pu Yu replied: "I brought it."
Sheng Yan plans to post a song demo on FB tomorrow.
"Have you finished writing?"
"It's almost done." Sheng Yan said, "I'll play it for you later. Record it for me."
"good."
Sheng Yan's cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and said, "My mom."
Ning Song was surprised to see Sheng Yan connected the video and started chatting with his mother.
They all spoke English and he could only understand part of it, which was probably about his birthday being coming up and asking him how he was going to celebrate it.
He heard Sheng Yan say "friend" or something, and then moved his phone over. Ning Song immediately smiled and greeted Mother Sheng. When he looked over, he saw an extremely beautiful foreign woman.
Mother Sheng looked more like a mixed-race, with dark, thick hair and deep facial features. He spoke two sentences in broken English, and Sheng Yan translated it for him again, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
After Sheng Yan hung up the phone, Ning Song said, "You have a good relationship with your mother."
"You don't think I've severed ties with my mother, do you?" Sheng Yan smiled. "You'll understand her when you grow up. Maybe this is good for both of us. We both have a better life than before. She remarried and gave birth to a little brother. She lives a happy life."
He stood up and fetched a guitar.
"You are so well prepared."
"Nonsense, I brought it here yesterday."
He had planned this in advance, so he had to be fully prepared.
Sheng Yan looked at the time and said, "There are still ten minutes."
There are still ten minutes until twelve o'clock.
Even though he doesn't celebrate his birthday, he has learned to set the time because he thinks his birthday will be more memorable and less likely to be forgotten.
Ning Song got up and said, "Oh, by the way, the gift I gave you can be used by you."
He just bought Sheng Yan a birthday present today.
It's rosin.
The last time he was at Sheng Yan's house, he saw him using rosin to protect the strings of his piano when he played it. He spent a lot of time choosing the gift because he thought it was very meaningful for Sheng Yan to give him a signed record, and he couldn't just give him a random gift. He really couldn't afford a too expensive one. He thought Sheng Yan also liked romance, so he bought rosin. He thought this gift was okay, it was small and it would be hard to bump into others. Because he had to go back to school today, he brought the gift with him.
Sheng Yan took it off and really liked it.
"I don't know what brand you usually use." Ning Song said, "but this should be okay."
"I like it very much, thank you." Sheng Yan looked up, his eyes sparkling, so beautiful, "You are so attentive."
"I don't know what to give you next year."
"You still have a year to think about it carefully." Sheng Yan smeared some rosin on the strings and tuned them. Ning Song suddenly said to him, "Happy birthday."
It's twelve o'clock.
Sheng Yan smiled, his eyes brightened, and said, "Now I know why some people like to celebrate their birthdays. It's really fun."
Ning Song turned on his cell phone and sat cross-legged on the bed. He was only wearing pants and a T-shirt, revealing his white arms, which were as slender and beautiful as a jasmine flower.
"Come on." Ning Song said, "If you post the photo of me on Facebook this time, I guarantee that my fans will like it even more than last time."
Sheng Yan looked up at him, Ning Song aimed the camera at him, and he deliberately zoomed in, starting with Sheng Yan's eyebrows and eyes. After zooming in, the camera kept shaking, giving it a pseudo-documentary feel. Ning Song liked it very much and said, "Come on."
Sheng Yan sat on the edge of the bed, played a melody on his guitar, and said, "You are the first audience member, congratulations."
"What an honor." Ning Song smiled and sat up straight, "Wait a moment."
He glanced out the window and found that the street lights outside illuminated a large jasmine field. White ovals extended from the street lights, and there was a deep beauty when viewed from the window.
"Come and play by the window. This background is so romantic."
Sheng Yan moved to the window, Ning Song opened the window, and the fragrance of flowers poured in. He said, "I'm not bragging to you, I can be a director."
Sheng Yan looked at him and smiled. His heart felt soft but his heartbeat was very fast.
Ning Song pointed the phone at him again: "Let's start."
Sheng Yan smiled with a strange expression.
"Are you shy?" Ning Song raised his phone and laughed. He zoomed in the camera with his fingers and took a picture of Sheng Yan's red ears. Sheng Yan laughed out loud and the camera captured his mouth. He was born to seduce.
"Okay, I'm starting, you take good pictures."
On a spring night, in a jasmine field, Sheng Yan sang a little love song called "Jasmine" in the fragrant aroma.
It started with a half-minute instrumental performance, romantic and cheerful. It was the same melody he had heard before, but with a slight modification. The last two minutes were a song, sung by Sheng Yan:
[If you have seen jasmine in April, you will smell the fragrance of jasmine when you listen to this melody.
I want to build a big house, plant jasmine in the yard, write songs about the flowers blooming in spring, and let the whole world know that I love jasmine.
A hundred springs cannot compare to you, incomparable, incomparable, how can I describe your beauty, like the wind blowing, like ripples, like a flash of light passing through a century,
People from far away will return home, and those who love will be together. Jasmine said don’t leave, and I said let’s be together.
I said let's be together, I said let's be together, I will build a big house, plant jasmine in the yard, and let the sun shine on you. 】
Sheng Yan in the camera was young and beautiful, but unusually gentle, as if he had restrained his brilliant brilliance. Ning Song did not look at him, but just stared at the screen of his mobile phone. Behind him, the flower fields were undulating, and thousands of jasmine branches were swaying in the night breeze.
Millions of flowers are not as fragrant and charming as him. Ning Song thinks Sheng Yan should be the center of attention, famous throughout the world, and loved by everyone.
The melody of this song is so beautiful, and Sheng Yan's voice is also very moving. He really hasn't heard a song that gives him goosebumps for a long time. Or maybe the situation is too special, because this may be the only time in his life that he can listen to a singer playing a song for him alone.
After finishing singing, Sheng Yan still kept his head down, his white fingers stroking the strings, and the rosin stained his slightly red fingertips.
"I'll send it to you?" Ning Song came back to his senses and looked at Sheng Yan.
Sheng Yan said: "No, keep it for your own enjoyment."
“You don’t post on Facebook?”
"I'll post it when the album is officially released." Sheng Yan said, "Keep it safe and don't let it leak out. Don't show it to anyone."
Ning Song was a little excited and said, "You will definitely be very famous in the future. You are really amazing."
"Does it sound good?"
“That sounds great.”
“I also think it’s the best song I’ve ever written.”
"Really, it's catchy, the melody is good, the lyrics are good, and the singing is great. It would be unjust if it doesn't become popular!" Ning praised it without reservation, trying to use flattery to dispel the throbbing in his heart.
He felt that no matter whether they were men or women, young or old, no one could remain indifferent to Sheng Yan playing the piano and singing.
It was getting late, and we had to get up early tomorrow. Ning Song went to take a shower, and Sheng Yan posted a new status while lying on the bed.
Not long after I sent the message, I heard Ning Song's cell phone ringing.
Ning Song was taking a shower, and Sheng Yan shouted through the door: "Your phone number."
Ning Song turned off the shower: "Ah?"
Sheng Yan said: "Your phone is ringing."
"Who's calling?"
Sheng Yan went back to take a look and saw the words "Sanma" on it. He immediately guessed who it was. His eyebrows jumped and he replied, "Clingy."
Ning Song said, "I'll be back later."
Ning Song came out soon. Sheng Yan was about to take a shower when he heard Ning Song call back.
Ning Song went to the window, opened it, and spoke a little softer: "Are you still awake?"
He actually roughly guessed why Pu Yu called, and was prepared for Pu Yu to be sour, but he didn't expect Pu Yu to be so gentle and calm: "I'm getting ready to go to bed. Are you still awake?"
"Just took a shower."
Pu Yu asked, "Do you have any change of clothes?"
"No, just one night."
"Go to bed early." Pu Yu said.
Ning Song said, "Hmm," and then went to sleep.
Sheng Yan's dissatisfaction with Pu Yu's clinginess reached its peak. He suddenly remembered that when he called Ning Song, it was Pu Yu who answered the phone and called him Ning Ning, arrogantly provoking him. He thought it would be irritating to death, so he went over and said loudly: "I can't sleep. I have something to ask you later."
Ning Song turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
Sheng Yan came closer and said, "Don't let anyone else know. Hang up the phone first."
Ning Song said to Pu Yu, "Go to bed early. I'm hanging up."
Seeing that Pu Yu didn't say anything, Ning Song hung up the phone and asked Sheng Yan: "What's the matter? Tell me. Today is your birthday, and I will satisfy you."
Sheng Yan said, "Let me finish my shower first."
I was in a very happy mood and even hummed a song while taking a bath.
When I came out of the shower, I saw Ning Song already dozing off on the bed.
Sheng Yan turned off the light and said, "You don't usually stay up late."
"Tell me what's going on." Ning Song's voice was tired.
Sheng Yan was just irritating Pu Yu, and he just said that to make Pu Yu depressed. Now he thought about it. The night in the suburbs was surprisingly quiet, and occasionally he could hear the barking of dogs downstairs. Sheng Yan said, "Sing a happy birthday song for me."
Ning Song smiled and said, "You know I sing awfully."
Then she sang a happy birthday song for him.
Sheng Yan hadn't heard it for a long time. He was laughing at first, but then he stopped.
"Praise," he cried.
Ning Song nodded, and Sheng Yan said, "If I become famous and can hold a concert in the future, I will sing "Jasmine" for you on the stage."
Ning Song thought about this scene for a moment, his heart pounding.
Pu Yu turned over and looked at Sheng Yanfa’s Facebook again.
It was a photo of him and Ning Song.
She was lying on the car window, her hair was blown up, her face was almost stuck to it, and her eyes were shining.
The caption reads: "Today I am with Jasmine, very happy."
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