The Forbidden Fruit in the Garden of Eden (Part 2)
At this time, my parents have already gone to bed.
The house was very quiet, and I tiptoed out of the house.
It was very windy at night, but I felt hot all over.
I walked faster and faster, and finally I started running, all the way to the downstairs of Jiang Yuanzhou's house.
Of course, the windows of his house were dark.
I held my knees and gasped for breath, the cold light of the phone screen reflecting my trembling fingers.
The moment I pressed the dial button, I realized that it was already late at night. Before I had time to think about the irrationality of coming to see him at this time, the phone was picked up after only one ring.
My mind went blank.
The receiver was very quiet and I could only hear my own slightly rapid breathing.
I held the phone and no one spoke first.
My rationality suddenly returned and I realized what I was doing. The embarrassment that came over me in an instant almost made me hang up the phone.
But the next second, I remembered the phone call that was answered after only one ring.
Jiang Yuanzhou...are you having trouble falling asleep like me?
My heart warmed.
"Jiang Yuanzhou," I heard my voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like my own, "I'm downstairs at your house."
There was a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground from the other end of the line, followed by the distinct sound of breathing from the other end, "Wait for me!"
In less than a minute, the unit door was pushed open.
Jiang Yuanzhou ran so fast that he was still wearing the shirt he wore after school that evening. The collar was askew and his hair was messy from the wind blowing him down.
He stopped and stood in front of me, his eyes astonishingly bright, as if filled with starlight.
He looked at the shirt he was wearing, which was very casual, and even the collar was turned up.
I reached out and helped him turn up his collar.
The moment her fingertips touched the skin on the side of his neck, his breathing stagnated and his eyes suddenly became hot.
I was so panicked that I dared not look directly, and felt the heat spreading from my ears all the way to my neck.
Just as she was about to pull her hand back, he grabbed her wrist.
"Lin Nian..." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing something.
My hands trembled and I felt goosebumps all over my body.
This isn't the first time we've held hands.
From childhood to adulthood, we have been arm in arm, playing and pulling each other countless times.
But at this moment, I could truly feel the warmth of his palms and smell the clean scent unique to youth on him.
I was so embarrassed that I couldn't raise my head, my eyes fixed on a crack between some bricks on the ground.
He suddenly exerted force and pulled me into his arms.
The boy's chest was thin but firm, and his heartbeat hit my eardrums like a drum.
The familiar smell of laundry detergent mixed with body temperature made me dizzy.
All was silent.
I felt like I was under a spell, and I buried my face in his chest in despair.
I felt him jump suddenly, then tightened my arms even more tightly.
"Jiang Yuanzhou, am I crazy?" I said sullenly, "I think... we can give it a try."
His chest vibrated, and he let out a muffled laugh, his arms tightening around her. "Don't worry, I went crazy earlier than you did."
What happened next?
I just remember repeatedly confirming with him, "Are we...are we together now?"
Jiang Yuanzhou smiled and nodded, held my hand tighter, and said that this should have been done a long time ago.
“So…how do I tell everyone…” It’s such a headache.
An eighteen-year-old hug, clumsy but pious.
It turns out that the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden tastes like this when you first taste it: sourness wrapped in a hidden sweetness, making your heart beat disorderly and you have no regrets.
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Lu Xingye stared blankly at our clasped hands, and the paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a large amount of paint.
"Depend on!"
He cursed softly, as if finally coming to his senses, his gaze falling on the contaminated scroll.
This still life sketch, which he spent several weekends polishing repeatedly, was scrapped.
At this time, Lulu next to her rubbed the back of her head and sat up from the ground with a groan.
Just now, she was so shocked that her body leaned back and she and the chair fell over.
"Is it really that serious? Such a big reaction."
Jiang Yuanzhou and I each pulled her up.
"You two are really good."
Lulu grabbed us, her mouth wide open, "How dare you two secretly fall in love with each other and get married without our knowledge? The worst part is, you acted without our permission!"
Look, look, what words are used here?
She really doesn't deserve the title of "academic master".
"I remember! Was it Christmas Eve?" Lulu shouted into my ear, making my eardrum itchy.
"I told you! Jiang Yuanzhou, you suddenly asked us out alone, there must be something fishy going on!"
She turned and grabbed Jiang Yuanzhou's collar, grinning mischievously, "Oh, you even know how to be romantic by giving him a peace apple? You've really grown up!"
I turned to look at Jiang Yuanzhou, and sure enough, I saw a thin layer of red on his ears, his eyes were evasive, and he looked embarrassed as if his secrets had been exposed.
"A treat! A treat is a must!"
Lulu excitedly squeezed in between us, holding me in each hand and shaking me vigorously, "I want to eat the most expensive one! I have to rip you off!"
"Hiss--" Jiang Yuanzhou and I covered our ears, which were almost deafened, in unison, unable to endure her highly penetrating sonic attack.
"It's so noisy!"
Lu Xingye suddenly roared.
The three of us turned to look at him.
He was still squatting in front of the mess, wiping the smudged paint on the canvas bit by bit with a tissue, his lips tightly pursed.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little stagnant.
I hesitated for a moment, walked over, and gently poked his shoulder.
"Forget it, Lu Xingye," I said, trying to sound more relaxed. "Don't erase it. There's still some time before the art exam, so just draw a better one. Besides, this one... isn't that good-looking."
I swear the last sentence was just a joke.
Lu Xingye stood up suddenly.
Without even looking at me, he pulled the painting off the easel.
With a "swish", it was torn into two halves in front of me with great roughness and thrown heavily to the ground.
"Yes! My paintings have nothing to do with you. Anyway, it's my time that's being spent and my energy that's being wasted."
He kicked over the easel, and the painting supplies scattered all over the floor.
The studio suddenly became eerily quiet.
Some words are too much and will make you feel awkward even if the relationship is good.
Lu Xingye grabbed his schoolbag, threw it over his shoulder, and walked out without looking back.
He slammed the door with a deafening roar.
I opened my mouth and turned to look at Jiang Yuanzhou blankly.
He ruffled my hair and said, "Don't mind him, he's just like that. He's obsessed with painting, just like Aunt Chen. He's very stubborn."
"Oh my! Are you going to kill him by patting his head?"
Lulu deliberately covered her eyes exaggeratedly, "Please, can you two consider the feelings of single people like us?"
The awkward atmosphere just now was diluted a little, and I forced a smile.
The torn painting was still lying on the ground, the paint mixed with dust, forming a mess.
I know this guy has had a bit of a strange temper since he was a child. I know how much effort he put into these paintings. I know how much pressure Aunt Shen's illness has put on him...
I know all of this.
But looking at the overturned easel, the scattered paintbrushes, and the torn painting on the ground, I felt a sense of emptiness in my heart...
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