38/Listening to the Wind
But why?
Each problem has its own solution.
But it seems that Shenyu doesn't have that.
He seemed like an unsolvable problem, the last incomprehensible and unsolvable problem in mathematics. Clearly, the two of them initially got together simply to take what they needed, and because they didn't care enough, it didn't matter what they looked like in front of him.
Since birth, life has taught Chen Mian that everything you gain requires effort; behind every excellent achievement lies countless nights of tireless writing; and to receive help and sympathy from others, you must first portray yourself as a perfect victim.
Even her initial relationship with Shen Yu was based on a physical exchange.
She slept with him, and he gave her the freedom to breathe.
Being liked is nothing new to Chen Mian; quite a few people have confessed their feelings to her, each one uttering sweet words.
—I like you. You are the best girl in my heart.
It's okay if you don't want to be in a relationship, I'll wait for you.
Young people's fondness is often wholesale, starting with great fanfare and everyone thinking it will last forever, but in the end, not all of them end well. There are countless examples like Chen Ke, who say one minute that it's okay if you don't like me, and the next minute they're telling others that Chen Mian is pretentious.
Not everyone can be truly honest and straightforward, nor can everyone truly give unconditionally without expecting anything in return.
Therefore, Chen Mian once thought that all men were disgusting. Chen Song was the worst negative example and represented the lowest moral standard. As for the men she encountered, whether at school or in life, they were all extremely boring.
However, the Sinking Domain is a special case.
He was the only one Chen Mian felt she could tolerate.
Shen Yu seemed unaware of what he had said. With his eyes blocked, his sense of smell and hearing became even more acute. He smelled Chen Mian's scent mixed with the smell of peaches.
It cannot be defined by any particular thing; neither fruits nor floral scents belong to it. Rather, it is a feeling, an atmosphere.
A glimmer of light in the darkness, a rose blooming at the end of winter, a green tree on a desolate border.
Tomorrow is bound to be incredibly boring, but she is also the only one who can give him something to look forward to.
Shen Yu had never thought of saying such affectionate words, as if he would have no tomorrow without her. After being repeatedly called by him to ask about the girl's favorite things and recommended tattoo shops, Chi Sheng asked him what was going on on the other end of the phone.
Shen Yu replied as usual that there was nothing wrong, he just thought of it and did it.
Chi Sheng said he was a romantic, and what difference was there between having a tattoo on his chest and donating his heart? He also believed that it was like a pine seed growing into a rose, a genetic mutation, that his family could raise someone like him.
The Shen family is indeed very strict in its upbringing, with many rules and regulations in place. Fighting and brawling are not allowed, and academic performance must be excellent.
The reward for fulfilling the requirements is money, which is the last thing the Shen family lacks. As for care and companionship, they are pitifully scarce.
Shen Yu's parents were both very busy. Their marriage was an arranged one between two powerful people, and their relationship was just so-so. They cared more about themselves than Shen Yu. He was like a beautiful ornament or a family task to be completed. They only disciplined him when he was eleven or twelve years old, and once his personality was set, they stopped disciplining him.
Both of them were busy with work, flying all over the country, and each had their own residence. They rarely had the chance to meet, let alone have a meal with Chen Yu.
When Shen Yu first brought Chen Mian home, Chen Mian stood at his door, hesitant to step out, and asked him, "Is no one home?"
Shen Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing that his growth was actually abnormal.
There should be a father and mother at home, and when you open the door, there should be warm lighting and steaming food.
But Chen Mian said to him, "It's so free."
Shen Yu's friends all said, "Don't you think you're lonely?"
Only Chen Mian spoke to him about freedom.
It is illogical for one person to develop feelings for another.
At that time, Shen Yu didn't know that his interest in Chen Mian would last for two years, or even develop to the point where it was irreversible.
The breath was warm, and there was a sound of water being stirred.
Chen Mian stood up from the bathtub, took a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around her body, walked to the door, but then turned back, came to Chen Yu, bent down and untied the tie over his eyes.
Shen Yu's clothes were still open.
The English phrase "I fell into a deep sleep" is there, like a rose branch extending out, connecting the ambiguous relationship between the two.
"It will be very difficult to remove later." Chen Mian's gaze was still on the tattoo, her tone indifferent.
"Just don't wash it." Shen Yu replied casually, his confident tone leaving Chen Mian speechless for a moment.
Seventeen-year-old Chen Mian is pessimistic and negative about relationships.
They believe this is not an indispensable emotion.
If only at this moment, Shen Yu could ask her what her feelings for him were.
All I got in return was silence.
But Chen Yu wouldn't ask that question. Two people who can hang out together for two years are naturally compatible in terms of feelings.
Just like at this moment, Shen Yu suddenly asked Chen Mian if she wanted to look at the moon.
Chen Mian didn't even know how she nodded. Her mind was blank during the process of changing clothes. It wasn't until she was pulled into the car and driven back to the villa area and into the underground parking garage of Chenyu that she finally realized her abnormality.
In the past, she wouldn't have agreed; she would have spent such nights under the desk lamp with her study problems. But the tattoo on Chen Yu's chest seemed to be a different kind of gift.
It's different from giving money.
She was someone who could be replaced and abandoned in everyone's eyes, but Shen Yu 'recognized' her in this way, using pain as a mark to make even her name, which was taken away casually in the past, special.
This romance is so cliché.
But this kind of cliché is truly touching.
As Chen Mian stood there lost in thought, Shen Yu pushed out a heavy cavalry, a beautiful black one, which leaned against the ground like a beast lurking in the night, bathed in a thin layer of moonlight.
Shen Yu tossed her a helmet, black, only slightly different in size from the one he was holding. Seeing her somewhat dazed yet instinctively catch the helmet, he tapped it lightly with his finger on the helmet she was holding.
With a thud.
He smiled and asked Chen Mian, "Are you stupid?"
Chen Mian knew that Shen Yu had a habit of riding heavy cavalry and occasionally went mountain riding with others, so she looked at him a few more times with some curiosity.
The boy changed into a black motorcycle suit for convenience, put on his helmet skillfully, leaned against the motorcycle, pushed up the windshield with one hand, revealing a pair of clear eyes.
Seeing that Chen Mian was holding the helmet without moving, he assumed she didn't know how, so he stood up straight, took it from her arms, and put it on her head.
Like a goldfish bowl, everything Chen Mian looked out through the windshield seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of fog. She was like a goldfish taking small breaths in the fog, somewhat bewildered, and subconsciously tugged at Chen Yu's clothes.
Where to?
The sounds were all soft, coming through the helmet with a muffled, low quality.
"So carefree."
This is how Shen Yu answered.
The car started moving, the engine humming loudly, her skirt fluttering. She had to press herself tightly against Chen Yu to cover her almost exposed private parts. Too close, the boy's spine pressed against her sternum, her soft breasts pressed against him. The car rolled over the stones, as if she was about to be thrown off. Chen Mian hurriedly hugged his waist.
Clasp your hands together in front of you.
Chen Mian's breath was swallowed by the sound of the wind.
Looking up, I saw the boundless darkness, and within that darkness, a bright, clear moon.
Behind the villa is a mountain, and next to it is a mountain road.
The road winds its way up, and the moon seems magnified by the wind.
The wind swallowed up both the sound and the heartbeat.
Chen Mian didn't hear him, but rather felt his voice through her clothes as he said to her, "Isn't it exciting?"
Stimulate.
An unprecedented thrill.
Chen Mian glanced back, and just as he turned his body around, the speeding car slowed down. Shen Yu stopped the car, and the person who was close to him immediately let go.
Her hair was all messy. After taking off her helmet, Chen Yu saw Chen Mian's bright eyes and looked on with curiosity.
The mountain wind was biting and icy cold.
Shen Yu reached out and pulled the person in front of him to shield him from the wind, then subconsciously reached into his pocket for a cigarette.
He held the slender blueberry cigarette between his fingers, and a silver lighter flickered and shot out a flame. He looked down, biting the cigarette holder, and waited for the scarlet ember to ignite before tossing the lighter into his pocket.
The man leaned against the motorcycle, with two black helmets placed side by side beside him.
Chen Mian watched the smoke being dispersed by the wind.
Suddenly, a piece of clothing appeared on his shoulder. Looking down, he saw it was Shen Yu's motorcycle jacket.
Shen Yu said to her, "You've got some nerve, Chen Mian."
Chen Mian didn't say anything, but suddenly reached out. The cigarette Chen Yu was holding almost burned her. He raised his hand, glanced at her, and saw that she didn't care at all, as if she wasn't afraid of being burned. He then reached out and pulled her towards his collar.
Pull it down, tearing at the collar to reveal the tattoo underneath.
They're still staring at it.
Shen Yu teased her on purpose, "Be mindful of the occasion, Chen Mian. What kind of behavior is it to tear someone's clothes in public, in the middle of nowhere?"
Chen Mian let go.
He leaned against the car, following Shen Yu.
Blueberry-scented smoke swirled between the two.
"Just curious." Chen Mian's nose was red, and she was wrapped in Shen Yu's coat, instinctively shrinking her neck as the wind blew.
"If you're curious about my tattoos and you take off my clothes, what would happen if you were curious about me? Wouldn't you have just laid me on the ground?"
Shen Yu replied shamelessly, as if he wasn't afraid of the cold. He was only wearing a white shirt, which billowed in the fierce wind, making it look like countless birds had entered and were flapping their wings, trying to fly away.
Chen Mian didn't casually try to refute him as she usually did.
Instead, she asked him, "Shall we do it?"
Shen Yu nearly choked to death on a puff of smoke. After coughing for a while, he looked at Chen Mian as if he had seen a ghost, "Seriously?"
Chen Mian didn't speak, she just looked at him, her eyes conveying two words: Dare you?
Shen Yu immediately shouted.
"You're pretty wild, Chen Mian. I couldn't even hear you scream in my car. Do you really like thrills?"
Chen Mian pursed her lips, her hair fluttering in the wind, and honestly told Shen Yu, "I like it."
The words seemed unfinished, the rest hidden in the wind: If I didn't like you, why would I have spent two years with you?
"Really want to do it?" Shen Yuyan lost his appetite for cigarettes. Chen Mian's words made him look around and realize that it wasn't impossible, but it was a bit cold, and he was afraid he would get sick.
He had thought things through quite thoroughly, but Chen Mian just mentioned it casually and then changed the subject.
"Has this car ever carried Qiao Zhiwan?"
What do you think?
"When are we going back?"
Shen Yu realized that Chen Mian was doing it on purpose, mimicking his speech, rambling on about one topic after another, and that "Do it?" was just him being teased.
With just that simple sentence, he had already decided which hospital to go to for a cold.
He chuckled irritably, "We'll go back when the sun comes out."
When will the sun rise?
"The moon will come out again once it goes down, won't it?"
When will the moon set?
"I'll go down after nightfall."
"So, do you want to kiss me, Shen Yu?"
Shen Yu was about to say "You have a million questions, Chen Mian!" when he suddenly realized what Chen Mian had said.
He looked at her.
Her skirt caught the wind.
Before Shen Yu could answer, she reached out to his waist, pressed herself against him, stood on tiptoe, and lightly kissed Shen Yu's lips.
The wind was trapped in the middle, as if separated by a layer of ice.
"Sinking Domain".
The person whose name was being called let out a soft "hmm."
With one hand on the car seat and the other around Chen Mian's waist, he bent down to reduce the height difference between them, even though Chen Mian didn't move.
Looking down at Chen Mian's awkward and clumsy kiss, she pressed her tongue against his lips, her tongue sweeping over them like a little bird.
The mountain wind howled.
The night was quiet.
The shadows of the two people were stretched out, gradually becoming a long and thin shadow.
It's like we were born to be so close.
"I'll celebrate your birthday with you."
The final kiss landed on their lips.
Shen Yu heard Chen Mian say this to him.
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