Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The morning mist of West Lake lingered on the willow branches. Song Yuchen leaned against the bluestone railing, his bony fingers turning a light gray cat recorder.

The mottled scratches on the pen body are dotted with gold powder, which looks very much like the moonlight leaking through the alley on the night of the Lantern Festival.

“A duet?”

Nan Xiang's fingertips trembled slightly when she took the music score of "Love Oath", and the cochlear implant amplified the sound of paper friction into a rustling electric current.

She suddenly stared at the recorder - it was the one she dropped in the panic on the Lantern Festival night.

Song Yuchen gently put the bone conduction headphones on her temples: "Feel the second harmony."

He stroked the kitten pen cap with his fingertips, and the moment he pressed the play button, Nan Xiang felt a strange tingling sensation behind her ears.

The sound of footsteps and the ringing of copper bells at the candied haws stall on the Lantern Festival last year unexpectedly matched the rhythm of the melody.

"Who should I let sing it?" She pretended to be calm, but her eyes were fixed on the recorder.

Song Yuchen suddenly leaned forward, and his shadow with the scent of bergamot enveloped her: "You and me."

Nan Xiang took a half step back and bumped into a willow tree, shaking off a few drops of morning dew: "Director Wu and Lao Chen will not agree...

Before she finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly came from the recorder - it was what she said on the Lantern Festival night, "The third bar of your piano score has the key of E flat written as D."

"They signed a confidentiality agreement this morning." Song Yuchen pulled out a stack of documents like a magician, with Wu Zhigang's signature written in a flamboyant style on top.

"I will pay for the equipment commissioning and double the publicity expenses."

He shook the recorder and said, "Besides, we already have a basis for cooperation."

The skin behind Nan Xiang's ears trembled slightly.

The memories of the alley entrance on the night of the Lantern Festival are suddenly vivid - the warmth of his black windbreaker brushing across my nose, the disordered heartbeat captured by my cochlear implant, and the dropped recorder that he had picked up a long time ago.

As the bicycles in the scenic area rolled over the bluestone slabs, Song Yuchen's white shirt was blown like a sail by the wind.

Nan Xiang's hand that was grabbing his shirt suddenly tightened - the lanyard of the recorder was wrapped around his wrist, and the kitten pendant left an afterimage as he moved.

"Hold on tight."

Song Yuchen's voice came mixed with the sound of the wind.

The moment Nan Xiang grabbed the hem of his shirt, the bicycle rushed onto the road around the lake like an arrow.

The clouds suddenly broke apart, and the sunlight splashed like gold.

Nan Xiang's goose yellow skirt billowed like waves, and the pearl hairpin in her hair reflected tiny spots of light.

She looked at Song Yuchen's white shirt blown up by the wind, and suddenly discovered a small light brown mole on the back of his neck - exactly the same as Pei Qilang's.

"Why is there no one?"

After riding for three kilometers, Nan Xiang finally noticed something strange.

Su Causeway, which should have been crowded with tourists, was deserted; even the old woman selling lotus pods was nowhere to be seen.

Song Yuchen supported himself on one foot and picked a willow leaf to put in the music score: "Maybe everyone is busy."

The sunlight leaked through his fluttering eyelashes, casting a butterfly-like shadow under his eyes. "We are very lucky."

What Nan Xiang didn't know was that at this moment in the scenic area's monitoring room, the security director was counting red envelopes with a smile on his face.

The sudden extra 1000 yuan transfer into each tourist's account is enough to turn West Lake into their private courtyard.

A sea of ​​sunflowers spreads out on the west side of the island in the middle of the lake, with green flower disks hanging with golden edges, like unfinished verses of poetry.

Song Yuchen squatted down and stroked the leaves: "Wait another half a month, and they will turn their heads to follow the sun."

Nan Xiang suddenly remembered something: "You said you wanted to sing here..."

"Shh-"

Song Yuchen stuffed the strawberries from the picnic basket into her mouth.

“It’s not blooming yet.”

The sweetness of strawberries remained on his fingertips, and he gently wiped away the juice from the corners of her lips, "A good song should be matched with the right season."

Confession too.

I remember someone said in a forum ten years ago that he hoped the beginning of a relationship would be formal and romantic, and he could wait.

Nan Xiang looked at the man in white shirt and black pants in front of her. The emotion in his eyes was so intoxicating. There was a faint smile on his face with two charming dimples. Her heart was a little confused. She thought of the street after the Lantern Festival party not long ago. The man spoke gently and lowly, and his eyes were so intoxicating. That day, she not only got back her beret, but also her heart.

She didn't notice at the time that during the four months of getting along, the man had already revealed to her his identity as a fan of her books and a forum friend for ten years. Although he didn't point it out, the meeting on Yuanxiao Festival, the hand holding, and the time they hid from the fan media together were definitely not coincidences. Everything was the best arrangement.

Nan Xiang closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "That night..."

Her voice was soft and gentle with a hint of doubt.

"You recognized me a long time ago?"

Song Yuchen supported himself on one foot and picked a willow leaf and put it in the music score:

"When I picked up the recorder, I heard the recording of you modifying the music score."

When he turned around, Nan Xiang's cochlear implant just happened to pick up the vibration of his Adam's apple rolling, "Someone like you who can tell that I deliberately wrote the wrong chord..."

The second half of the sentence disappeared in the wind, but Nan Xiang understood the shape of her lips.

The photo of the piano score he posted on Weibo on the Lantern Festival was actually a bait thrown to her.

A sea of ​​sunflowers spreads out on the west side of the island in the middle of the lake, with green flower disks rimmed with gold.

Song Yuchen squatted down to adjust the bone conduction device, revealing a black waist chain on his back - decorated with the same kitten pendant.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nan Xiang poked the shaking pendant.

Song Yuchen stuffed the strawberries from the picnic basket into her mouth: "A good hunter must be patient."

There was strawberry juice on his fingertips, and he gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of her lips.

"Just like these sunflowers, they always have to wait for the sun to shine."

Nan Xiang suddenly pressed the recorder.

The sound of footsteps on the Lantern Festival night, the sound of copper bells from the candied haws stall, and the interlocking breathing of the two people, interweave into a new melody in the bone conduction device.

She looked up into his eyes:

“Is this the real demo of “Love Oath”?”

Song Yuchen was stunned, and suddenly laughed out loud.

In the distance, egrets flew over the unopened flower fields, and his kiss gently fell on the cochlear implant behind her ear:

"Ms. Ji, you stole my trump card."

A flock of starlings flew across the lake, carrying away the unfinished love words.

Nan Xiang tightly gripped the recorder, and suddenly hoped that the flowering season would come sooner, sooner.