Chapter 310: Pulsing

"This girl..." On the last page of the scrapbook, there is a picture of a girl sitting on a chair, with her long hair casually draped behind her back. She is wearing a cool girl style with a hint of American retro style. She is holding a guitar with her eyes lowered, as if she is thinking about something while playing.

The painter was so attentive that he turned this stunning glimpse into eternity with his paper and pen.

With such careful depiction combined with the description of the environment in the previous painting, Su Yun knew who the "protagonist" of the last painting was without asking.

It turned out that when she was waiting for an exam in the St. Paul's Music Classroom, the young man in a white shirt who passed by with a suitcase was the young man with gentle eyes and eyebrows in front of her.

Suddenly, Su Yun had an indescribable complex feeling in her heart: what she once thought was an insignificant episode that could be forgotten in the long time, was deeply engraved in someone's heart for many years.

And in the time flashback tonight, she suddenly realized that the person next to her had met her in a certain year and month at a certain moment before they knew each other.

"You were sitting at the time, and your clothes looked quite mature. I thought you were a 14 or 15-year-old school girl..." Chen Boyang laughed self-deprecatingly, "I later followed the news to the United States and found out that the age difference between you and me is not two or three years, but five or six years."

After discovering that there was a big "gap" between the two of them, he sadly sealed this erroneous encounter in his sketchbook.

What I didn't expect was that the erroneous feelings that I thought shouldn't have happened, after time gradually urged people to grow up, would rekindle again because the gap between them was no longer there after they grew up.

Because they were reading a book head to head, the two of them sat very close to each other, so close that he could smell the familiar yet unfamiliar scent of the shampoo and shower gel that he had prepared himself with every breath.

He would be staying in Japan for a while to prepare for a competition, so he brought some daily toiletries with him - some people might think he was difficult to please because of this, but they didn't know that he was just used to it, so he just wanted to make himself more comfortable within the scope of what he could do.

In fact, most people who can mix in this circle have a very high upper limit of tolerance, but a very low lower limit.

Especially when filming a drama, if the script requires it, even the most clean-freakish and lazy person can accept dirty and tiring work; and the daily lifestyle is even more flexible: one can sleep on a high bed with soft pillows and eat the most delicious food; turn around and quickly finish the cold lunch box in a few bites; if one collapses, one can fall asleep in a second on the seat of a shabby bus.

Therefore, in view of this situation, it was not a big deal for Su Yun to use his toiletries when washing up - although the shampoo and shower gel he placed in the bathroom were classified and positioned as "men's products" by that company, they were actually neutral and mild in nature, so it was okay to use them once or twice occasionally.

On the contrary, the originally cold and light masculine fragrance is mixed with sweet and dreamy floral and fruity aromas, blending with the hazy water vapor that seems to have dried but not dried and the warm scent of skin after bathing. It is like a trance-like moment, inadvertently bumping into the intersecting boundary between maturity and youthfulness.

For some reason I remembered that Su Yun was actually quite casual when it came to choosing toiletries.

She is not very picky about the brand of shower gel she uses. She just likes to choose those floral and fruity scents that literary people think are tacky, just for the reason that "it smells delicious", which makes people speechless.

But God really loves her too much. To ordinary people, the scent seems vulgar and strong, like the scent of ripe and rotten flowers and fruits; but to her, it seems as if she has absorbed this rich vitality, and she is as lively as flowers in full bloom and fruits in their freshness, revealing a sense of perfect harmony between man and nature.

Such vibrant sweetness is covered by the cold and light scent, and the aromas are intertwined and lingering, as if the owners of these two scents are hugging and relying on each other intimately at this moment, which is how they can blend and intertwine.

It smells really delicious...

Such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and Chen Boyang was so shocked that his breathing immediately stopped.

"Danny..." Su Yun withdrew his gaze from the painting and turned to the side, but as soon as he said a name, someone pressed his finger.

Perhaps he was also startled by his subconscious act of stopping her, and his usually warm and clear black pupils revealed unexpected surprise because of this action. Mixed with indescribable complexity, the clarity was filled with a whirlpool of emotions.

Su Yun probably didn't expect that the obedient boy who always listened to her would suddenly rebel. Her eyes widened due to the surge of doubt, but in the other person's eyes, the special color that was different from that of ordinary people was even more prominent.

Anyone who has watched Su Yun's movies knows that Su Yun's albino pupils are blurred into a faint purple because the gray-blue background reveals blood color. This special color is easy to ignore if you don't look carefully at social distance or in poor lighting, but it can be seen clearly in the movie scenes that often take close-up shots of her face. Therefore, most people think that Su Yun is just like Elizabeth Taylor, who is famous for her purple eyes, a very rare and unparalleled purple-eyed beauty.

In fact, as good friends, Chen Boyang and others usually don’t notice the purple in Su Yun’s eyes, unless the weather outside is very good and the sun is very strong that day... or when they are close at such an inappropriate time, they may appreciate this miracle born out of illness and find the vast misty waves and the bright starry sky.

The interweaving of extreme beauty and intense emotion is transformed into silent movements.

And the next moment, the heart moves as it pleases.

After the fingers that Su Yun had praised so many times for their beauty left the red lips, they were replaced by lips and tongue that, contrary to their usual behavior, transformed all the gentle and lingering singing in the past into plundering and occupying intentions.

After all, he is a young man in his twenties. No matter how innocent and transparent he is, he is no longer a completely ignorant child. In today's extremely open social atmosphere, even if he doesn't want to, everything around him is constantly permeating and changing his immaturity, ripening a green fruit into a red with emotions and desires.

This premature youthfulness, with the indomitable courage that is unique to young years, is like the sudden storm that hit this night, plundering and squeezing the target in a disorderly and chaotic manner. It is also like a mountain torrent that has been suppressed for a long time and finally erupted, replacing the past calm with a moment of madness, and becoming unpredictable.

It was obvious that there was no skill at all and it was just a passionate touch. Soon it gradually turned into a biting and licking with a bit of flattery and begging. When he came to his senses, he fell into a pair of eyes that were still filled with fear but never regretted. Su Yunyuan's hands, which wanted to struggle and fight back, suddenly fell down powerlessly.

The song on the radio had stopped long ago. She didn't know what the host said after the song ended. Those irrelevant words seemed to have drifted away with the drizzle at this moment. Only the warm breath and the lingering kiss of the person in front of her occupied all her current thoughts.

After realizing that Su Yun no longer resisted, a light sound that sounded like joy and pain came out of his throat, and then his whole aura seemed to change into that of the gentle and lingering love song prince of the past. He pried open the previously tightly closed red lips with youthful and tender yet irresistible strength, and then wanted to touch the affection and love that could only be glimpsed in light and words in the past.

Unfortunately, a novice is always a novice. In an accidental moment, the red lips that had been calmed down with great difficulty were bitten by him without knowing the strength of the bite.

Su Yun covered her bleeding mouth and couldn't help but push him away: "What did he teach you on the phone?!"

"How do you know...wait, how much did you hear?" Chen Boyang, who was pushed away, was stunned at first, and then quickly lifted the white gauze curtain on his face: when he was pushed away just now, the breeze brought up lifted the white gauze waves, making the white gauze curtain blurry his face.

"Didn't I tell you that you've lived here for so long, but you still don't know what's going on in your environment?" Su Yun looked at his puzzled expression helplessly, "The soundproofing in your bathroom isn't very good."

"So, I heard everything you said, and I also heard some of what the 'strategist' on the other end of the phone said..."

Chen Boyang was even more confused when he heard this: "That makes no sense. There is always water noise in the bathroom. How could you hear it when you are taking a shower..."

"I turned on the shower and let it play freely, and then I put my ear against the wall and listened openly - I have to say, although the soundproofing of this bathroom is not very good, the wall is very good at blocking light." There was no shame at all for eavesdropping, and Su Yun said it with a righteous attitude.

"Just when I was about to talk about the crucial point, you were ready to come out, so I had to hang up the phone..." Chen Boyang explained aggrievedly.

"He is still single, and all his love experiences are from being dumped by girls, and you actually believe him?" Su Yun held his shoulders, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: Only Chen Boyang, a confused little protected animal, would listen to the "teachings" of Zhang Querong, who has all the experience of failure.

If you say this is really courageous, then who is great? One really dares to teach, and the other really dares to learn.

"Otherwise, I don't know what to do..." Chen Boyang's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Haven't you filmed romance scenes before? There was Miss Weng first and Miss Mao later, with kissing scenes and forbidden sex scenes. You tell me you have no experience?" Su Yun raised her eyebrows.

"The kissing scene was a borrowed shot, and the bed scene..." Chen Boyang felt even more aggrieved, "Maomao and I just hugged each other, and the next second the camera cut to the hug on the bed afterwards. Then the character played by Maomao got up and left because he was afraid of being discovered..."

"When we were in bed, I only had one button of my shirt undone - I usually undone two buttons when I go out in the summer!"

"What about you tonight?" Su Yun looked at his shirt buttons buttoned tightly with both anger and amusement.

"Originally, Lesley asked me to unbutton two more, but I think you don't seem to like this kind of straightforward expression..." As he spoke, he grabbed Su Yun's hand and put it on the top button of his shirt, "I think you seem to prefer to do it yourself..."

The hand that was unbuttoning her clothes was trembling slightly, but the expression on his face was extremely serious. Only when she felt the pulse when their arms touched each other did Su Yun vaguely feel the surging emotions in his heart at that moment.

On the surface, he is a well-mannered young man, but as the buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, his protruding Adam's apple, his elegant clavicle, and the warm and moist layer of muscle outside his heart cavity gradually reveal themselves to the public. He seems to have fallen from a pure and innocent angel to a demon that tempts people to commit crimes...

Just the slightest touch of his fingertips caused him to feel a huge shock, and tiny sobs flowed from his throat.

In the Hong Kong music scene, many people say that the only person who can compare with Su Yun in terms of the clarity and transparency of her innate vocal conditions is Danny Chan Pak-yeung.

But now, this clear voice that was no less powerful than hers had been defeated by the tide of emotions and was now heavily infected by hoarse and low gasps.

Amid the sound of the drizzle, the radio started playing songs again.

Because the song that Danny Chan chose to participate in the competition was "I Just Like You" from his album of the same name, the radio station that broadcasted the contestants' songs chose another song from the album after playing the contestant's song: "The next song is still from Hong Kong singer Danny Chan. Because it has been raining tonight, I chose this song "Pulse" which sounds very gentle and has the flavor of a rainy night..."

Somehow, after hearing the prelude of the song, Chen Boyang's breathing became heavier, as if he was carrying a kind of nervous expectation, which made people think of the contradictory adjective in later generations - pure desire.

It was not until she heard that familiar voice, which was even softer and more lingering than usual, that Su Yun understood the reason for his movement and stillness.

"Standing in front of the window with you, kissing you deeply;

Holding tenderness in front of my chest,

Love you a thousand times and ten thousand times..."

At this moment, they are just like what the lyrics say.