This morning I woke up from two dreams, last night I couldn't fall asleep
Mr. Zhang's bluntness, coupled with the booing of several other guests, made Gu Quyu's already red cheeks even more embarrassed. She quickly picked up her wine glass and the wine dispenser, walked up to Mr. Zhang and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhang, thank you for your love. I toast you. I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want!"
After drinking it all, she filled Mr. Zhang's glass, added a little wine to Qian Jianjun who was watching the fun next to her, then filled her own glass and said, "I have always been grateful for the cultivation and love of the two bosses. I have learned so much knowledge from the two big guys. Today I would like to take this opportunity to toast you two! I'll drink it, you two are welcome to do as you please." When she spoke, she first looked at Mr. Zhang, then looked at Qian Jianjun, frowned slightly, and covered it up by raising her head to drink.
Although Qian Jianjun was also seven points tipsy, he was still able to withstand the test of alcohol after all, and he understood what Mr. Zhang meant and said, "Mr. Zhang, you don't know that Xiao Gu is known as the 'female princess' in our company. She has mesmerized the guys there. They always come to me to report on their work, but in fact, it's all to get close to Xiao Gu. Little do they know that she's already been taken! Haha, you're still shy, come on, let's do it, let's do it..."
Unlike her previous chatterbox state, "Spit Star" quietly waited for Xue Jiuyue to finish a long reminiscence before asking: "But, is it that younger brother?"
"Yes! I regard him and Nian as my own brothers. I cherish being with them, but there is absolutely no relationship between them." Xue Jiuyue emphasized.
"Since you don't have any, why don't you just refuse?"
Facing the questioning from "Spit Star", Xue Jiuyue explained: "But, he is still a big boy. If he is rejected, he will be embarrassed and may leave."
"So, benefactor, you're hesitant to act, and you don't know what to do? It's actually very simple: give them a taste of their own medicine!"
Perhaps due to her lack of experience, Xue Jiuyue didn't understand the meaning of "spitting" and could only ask, "How do you mean?"
"My brother probably just invited me or hinted at something further, but didn't point it out or confess directly, right?"
"No, I just gave her a rose, and inside the pistil was a movie ticket folded into a heart shape!" Xue Jiuyue told the truth.
"That's all right then. He's hinting at an invitation, so you can hint at a refusal. Let him back out when he sees the difficulty. That way, it won't hurt the relationship or hurt his reputation. Even if the deal doesn't go through, the friendship remains. Oh, no! Even if they can't be lovers, they can still be siblings."
"Oh!" Xue Jiuyue only replied with one simple word, but a general idea had already been outlined. With a stone basically dropped to the ground, she took a sip of wine, feeling refreshed!
"Spit Star" pressed the issue, "Beautiful Yue, I have one more question. Are you sure you want to refuse? Someone in ancient times seemed to say, 'It's better to demolish ten temples than to ruin a marriage.' You probably don't dislike your brother, so why do you automatically assume you two are impossible? Do you want to nip this relationship in the bud?"
Following the other party's questions, Xue Jiuyue also secretly asked herself, "Why?" Suddenly, many images emerged, some about herself, some about Ke Yike, sweet, sour, happy, bitter, and so on. However, she didn't know where to start. In the end, she could only cheat, "I just know! It's not suitable. The reason is that I don't have that feeling!"
"Spit Star" remained unmoved. "Let's not talk about whether this is a good reason or not. In fact, if you can have a relationship, whether it's suitable or not, it will be beneficial to Princess Yue's recovery! I told you the day I met you that you have a shadow in your heart, leaving you with endless emptiness! For example, why you can only play cards online every day, because you are lonely!"
"Lonely? Ridiculous! There are so many people around me who care about me and love me. Including my younger brother who is confessing his love for me. How can I be lonely?"
"You are lonely not because no one loves you, but because you have no one to care about in your heart! Amitabha, good, good..."
Xue Jiuyue fell into deep thought after hearing the words "Spit Star". "Even if it's concern, it has to be appropriate. My brother and I are not appropriate, definitely not appropriate!"
"It seems like all the reasons are just your own! And it seems like you haven't figured it out yourself! Why don't you listen to your inner thoughts? Do you have the slightest bit of excitement or anticipation in your heart?"
Xue Jiuyue leaned back as she was told, thinking seriously and hesitating for a moment before she began to pour out her heart through the remaining strength that had been shaken out of the dazzling crystal wine glass: "But, he is indeed very handsome and charming, the type that many girls like nowadays. He is also very good at pleasing people and always brings surprises. I admit that there are moments when I am infected by the misty atmosphere and moved by romantic actions. Sometimes I do have a little expectation, like opening a blind box, wanting to see what kind of ingenious thoughts will be put into it to liven up this monotonous time. But there are many reasons that make me very clear that he is just a younger brother. There is absolutely no possibility for us to be together."
"The inner voice may not be beautiful, or even moral, and is often so despicable that we are ashamed to admit it, but it truly exists in everyone. So the important thing is that beautiful women listen to it themselves. They don't have to admit it or share it with me!" The text messages sent almost at the same time made Xue Jiuyue angry.
Soon, "Spit Star" added, "I'm sorry, Miss Yue, I just went to drink some water. I didn't expect Miss Yue to trust me so much. This is truly the blessing I've earned through doing good deeds for several lifetimes!"
Knowing that the other party did it on purpose, Xue Jiuyue could only send two words - "Go to hell!"
However, Xue Jiuyue didn't know whether it was the effect of the alcohol or because of her confession, but she felt very refreshed at this moment, just like the first time she cursed at a big tree as a child.
"I will eventually go to the Western Paradise, but before that I need to devote myself to you, the donor. Miss Yue doesn't dislike him, but for some reason she abruptly rejected him. If, and I mean if, one day your subconscious mind takes advantage of the opportunity to sneak in, whether it's a dream or an illusion, it may seem incredible or even immoral, but please don't mind it, and don't bear the psychological burden. It's all normal. All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should view them in this way. Donor, remember this, remember this!"
Xue Jiuyue was not unfamiliar with the core meaning of the long paragraph about "Spitting Star," removing the nonsense he used to portray his character. So Liu Che's appearance naturally appeared with a question mark hanging over it. Xue Jiuyue shook her head, as if to throw this unrealistic suspicion away. But she soon remembered the solution to the rose, which was still just a rough outline. So she replied: "Thank you! Got it, I want to go to bed early tonight, good night!"
Leaving the internet, Xue Jiuyue quietly perfected the details, then picked up her phone and made a call...
As expected, Qian Jianjun was drunk again, but this time he didn't go home. Qian Jianjun had almost no memory of how he got to the hotel above "Summer Taste", but he was very familiar with the route out.
Far away in Qiuting City, Mei Rugu was still directing the battle at the overtime workstation. Under her guidance, a group of people, each doing their part, toiled in an orderly fashion. Despite being overwhelmed by everything, Mei Rugu still occasionally glanced at her phone, even finding time to post a message about her busy schedule on WeChat Moments. The responses poured in with likes and so-called concern like "Drink more water," "Drink more hot water," and "Drink more boiled water." Truly heartwarming replies were few and far between. So, late into the night after her overtime work ended, she still lay sideways in bed, phone in hand, unable to sleep...
Gu Quyu was also sleepless. She was lying in the room next to Qian Jianjun, wrapped tightly in the quilt, with only her pretty face exposed. The red color from the alcohol in her blood was stained like a ripe apple.
"Lazy Xiaoshi, wake up..." A bright voice woke Xue Jiuyue up. In her sleepy eyes, she was surprised to find that she was in the classroom.
"Students, today the teacher will talk to you about European sculpture." Liu Che's gentle voice came into his ears again.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Liu Che was standing not far ahead, talking nonstop, "This sculpture is not simple! Are you wondering why it's not simple? How simple is it exactly? To answer these questions, I calculated with my fingers and found..."
Liu Che paused, enjoying the students' endless barrage of "Why?", "What did you discover?", and "Wow, teacher, you're amazing!" Before continuing, "I've discovered that seeing is believing! Instead of giving you so much theory, it's better to let you observe the work up close. So today, I've brought you my best work for you to observe and learn from."
Soon, a white sculpture was moved to the center of the classroom. The students removed their desks and gathered around the sculpture. Liu Che's voice rang out again, "Beautiful Yue, please come closer and take a closer look, and then share your thoughts with the students."
"Hurry up, Xiao Shi! The teacher's calling you!" A bright voice echoed beside him, encouragingly. Xue Jiuyue parted the crowd and walked to the center of the classroom. From about a meter or two away, she began to observe the sculpture. The sculpture was made of plaster, resembling the Thinker, a naked man with clear, flowing muscle lines, exuding a masculine aura.
As Xue Jiuyue was concentrating on observing, the sculpture suddenly moved. It raised its head, its features slightly softer, its eyes narrow and long. It looked exactly like Ke Yike!
"Ahem."
He cleared his throat twice, then parted his delicate lips and said, "Sister Yue."
Ke Yike's voice came immediately.
Without paying any attention to Xue Jiuyue who was already stunned, the sculpture slowly stood up, walked down from the base, and approached step by step.
It wasn't until the sculpture came to her, hugged her with both arms, and tried to kiss her that Xue Jiuyue came to her senses and fought back desperately. She struggled hard and cried for help, but Liu Che and the other classmates just stood by and watched her laugh.
Amidst the chaos, Xue Jiuyue suddenly realized that she hadn't even noticed how naked she had been! Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she felt incredibly ashamed and helpless. She could only watch as "Ke Yike's" plaster face slowly approached, getting closer, bigger, whiter, and more dazzling...
A string of wet and shy drops opened the gap in the curtains and dripped into a bright morning.
Huh... It was just a dream, a false alarm! Xue Jiuyue breathed a sigh of relief.
But as soon as she relaxed a little, the dream that had not gone away came back to her eyes. Xue Jiuyue was so embarrassed that she pulled up the quilt to cover half of her face.
It took her a while to recover. But as she stretched herself to her full length, her fingers pulled back from the quilt, touching the coolness of the morning light, releasing a springtime blossoming that had been frozen in time. Xue Jiuyue's eyes widened in shame, then furrowed her brows, puffed out her cheeks, and pouted. Finally, she covered her face and ran into the shower...
Standing on the balcony, gazing into the distance, the fresh morning breeze swept away the excess intoxication and the foggy thoughts, like the rising sun slanting through the clouds in the east, casting out fragments of last night's drunken dream.
It seemed like he'd dreamed of plum blossoms last night, Qian Jianjun tried hard to recall. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grasp those fragmented images, unable to piece together a complete story. But the lingering beauty, the boneless softness of her hand, and the warm, jade-like fragrance in his arms all felt so real to Qian Jianjun that he even cupped his hands, lowered his head, and sniffed...
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