Chapter 5
"Is my dream that important?" Ye Lingchen grabbed Lian Yun's chin, his dark eyes gleaming like a snake's. "Lian Yun, don't you think you've been too good to me?"
The pressure emanating from the other party was so intense that even Yun Zheng tried to get down from the ground.
Unexpectedly, Ye Lingchen suddenly let go, and Lian Yun fell unexpectedly.
Lian Yun could only hiss and gasp for breath, "And what about you?"
"Was it all a lie to me from the very beginning?" Her fingertips were numb, and Lian Yun's vision was a little blurry. "What live stream, what art?"
"I thought you wouldn't notice," Ye Lingchen said with a slight smile. "You're smarter than I thought, A-Yun."
It should have been discovered long ago.
During the live stream, she made excessive demands, forcing the cat's tail to sway back and forth in front of the camera.
"abnormal."
The crisp sound echoed in the room.
Ye Lingchen's face was slapped to one side, while Lian Yun's palm was numb from the impact.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, causing Lian Yun's heart to tremble slightly, but she still withdrew her hand that had reached out to touch him.
incredible.
How could he be in the instant he was hit—
Lian Yun's breathing became disordered. She saw Ye Lingchen wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, then smear it onto his own lips.
Salty and fishy, insane.
Finally free from Ye Lingchen's control, Lian Yun scrambled to tidy himself up.
My bones trembled.
Ye Lingchen draped his clothes over Lian Yun, who then ripped them off and threw them at him.
"Don't touch me." Lian Yun glared at the other person, hugging his arms. "You pervert."
***
Lian Yun blocked all of Ye Lingchen's contact methods.
He has never been in a relationship.
But I also know that true love is sincere, genuine, and heartfelt.
Instead of manipulating oneself like a rabbit, one should not do so.
He still remembered the first time he met Ye Lingchen; the young man was standing in a bookstore choosing books.
At that time, Lian Yun hadn't grown up yet. He wanted to read a detective novel, but it was placed too high.
He had just finished a fight; there was a band-aid on his nose, and his hair was a little damp.
Just as I was frowning and about to ask the receptionist for a book, someone approached from behind and gently took the book from me.
Is this the one?
Half-worn sandalwood, plum branches at the corner, the flowing light pressed down by the window frame, the buds drooping onto the other's shoulder.
Lian Yun looked up, only to be met with an overly refined face.
The young man was wearing a shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing his well-defined wrists.
His nose bridge was sharp, as if it had smashed open the frame of a landscape painting, and the captivating moonlight flowed out, gathering into a pool of snowy spring water in the depths of his eyes.
The young man slightly curled his lips as the book was placed in his hand.
Lian Yun smelled the ink scent on the other person and also noticed the book Ye Lingchen was holding.
It's Dante's *Divine Comedy* and a book called *The World as Will and Representation*.
So he was Ye Lingchen.
He felt his hair being ruffled.
"A broom flower." Ye Lingchen smiled politely. "I've brought it down for you."
Before Lianyungang could respond, the other party left.
Ye Lingchen was the perfect child in his father's eyes. Every time his father came back from a parent-teacher meeting, he would look at him and sigh deeply.
They said that if they were even half as good as Ye Lingchen, they would be so grateful that their whole family would burn incense in gratitude.
Lian Yun didn't take it seriously, thinking to himself that the top student in the grade probably wore very thick glasses and looked quite dull.
Who knew that when they actually met, they would find that the other person had a graceful and elegant appearance.
The next time we met was when Lianyun went to a comprehensive music institution to learn guitar.
A friend jokingly tore down the plain gauze curtains.
Lianyun was shrouded in a sprawling white veil, which could also be lifted up, as if sitting in a cloud of mist plucking a string.
When she looked up, she met Ye Lingchen's gaze.
The window at the end of the corridor was half open, and the morning light poured in like a rising tide.
The light and shadow, like tiny sand crabs on a golden mudflat, instantly filled the entire room.
Lian Yun saw the other person come downstairs and play the grand piano in the lobby.
The notes flowed from his fingertips like a waterfall cascading down a stream, the droplets splashing into the heart.
For a long time after that, even hearing a similar melody would make Lian Yun's heart flutter.
He secretly inquired and learned that the piece was Debussy's "Träumerei".
Later on, this feeling of palpitations would also occur when I met the other person.
Ye Lingchen is my perfect fantasy, the other shore I yearn for.
But Lian Yun never considered what would happen if the other party did not meet his expectations.
Is it because I look silly and can take a joke that they're making fun of me?
Lian Yun looked at the bruises on his body; they had been bound for so long that they had not faded for many days.
**
Back at school, I kept running into Ye Lingchen for some reason.
When the other person sat down with their tray while getting their food, Lian Yun immediately switched seats with them.
They met on the basketball court, and Lian Yun stole the ball from Ye Lingchen three times.
Because of the easy victory, his teammates picked Lianyun up, and cheers erupted all around.
Across many people, Ye Lingchen's gaze fell upon himself.
Lian Yun simply turned his face away.
Later, Ye Lingchen also waited for him on the only way to the school gate.
But when Lian Yun saw the other person, he simply climbed over the wall and left.
Ye Lingchen had also sent gifts, but Lian Yun didn't even look at them and gave them away to someone else.
How many times can a person withstand rejection?
Moreover, Ye Lingchen, who is known for his arrogance and is always the center of attention, is a figure of great pride.
So Ye Lingchen, who had been trying to get closer, simply brushed past them in silence when they met.
Strangely, they were once very close, yet everyone felt that the two had no connection whatsoever.
Even though all connections have been severed, many people still believe they have a good relationship.
How absurd.
Even more absurdly, despite only having three meals a day, Lian Yun received four notes.
They all wanted to ask Ye Lingchen to confess their feelings.
I am extremely bothered by it.
When you're feeling irritable and restless, even the sunlight seems to hit a hidden reef, making everything blinding.
Lian Yun couldn't resist any longer and went to Ye Lingchen's class to wait for him.
"Hello."
Seeing that Ye Lingchen only glanced at him before turning to leave, Lian Yun called out to him.
He brushed his fingertips across the other person's chest, then randomly picked a piece of paper and tucked it between two buttons.
"Here you go." Lian Yun tilted his head, his tone somewhat impatient. "Keep it safe, don't lose it."
“Ah Yun.”
Lian Yun closed his eyes briefly as his wrist was grabbed by the other person.
"Let go." Lian Yun's tone was flat. "I have other things to do, I'm leaving now."
At that time, he did not know that Ye Lingchen had actually gone to the school's tulip garden according to the location indicated on the note.
The young man's eyes shimmered with fragmented reflections, like the flickering candlelight before a Buddha.
What he didn't know was that when Ye Lingchen saw that the person who appeared was not him, all the light in his eyes was extinguished.
**
Lian Yun never expected that his childhood friend would come to the school to find him.
A black Harley-Davidson parked at the school gate drew countless glances.
The man in the black knight's outfit took off his helmet, revealing a slight canine tooth when he smiled.
Lian Yun originally wanted to avoid the other party, but his attention was drawn to the Harley.
So beautiful, the lines are as cold as a black panther.
His childhood friend seemed to sense his liking, and handed him the helmet, smiling even more brightly.
"Give it a try?"
Lian Yun knew she should refuse, but she was still bewitched and got on the motorcycle.
He twisted the accelerator, the engine roar vibrated in his heart, and his blood resonated with it.
After running a lap around the school, Lian Yun reluctantly got off the Harley.
The wind blew in like a bull charging head-on, making my blood boil with hormones.
This feeling is like strong liquor, making you feel intoxicated.
Seeing that he kept staring at the motorcycle, Zhu Ma said he would teach him a few tricks.
The two of them got into the car together, and Zhu Ma suddenly lifted the front wheel into the air, as if pulling up a frightened horse.
The engine roared so loudly that Lianyun screamed, and in the moment of weightlessness, he couldn't help but hug his childhood friend's waist.
"Do you like it?" The childhood sweetheart smiled brightly. "Isn't it exciting!"
"I love it! It's so exciting!" Lian Yun's entire body was activated, and he couldn't help but hug the other person tightly. "It's so much fun!"
As the two were chatting and laughing, Lian Yun caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye.
Ye Lingchen stood not far away, looking at them with a somber expression.
The dappled shadows of the trees cast fragmented light upon him, revealing the faint red scars beneath his eyes.
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