cheongsam boy

"Model?" Song Rin was startled.

"Yes, model." Gu Zhuo moved his face close to his ear, and said slowly, "Chairman Song has a good figure and fair skin, and the material is on your body. The advantages and disadvantages are clear at a glance. You will be my choice of material." The model is perfect."

These are obviously simple words of praise, but Gu Zhuo had to pronounce the words in a low tone, and sprayed hot breath on the sensitive ears, rolling out an electric current like a sea tide.

The distance between the two was less than half a finger, and the entangled breath knocked out fine water vapor under the sun, which sprinkled on the lips to form a gentle halo.

And the air seemed to be stained with wine, and every inch of breath made Song Rin's bones soft as if drowned in wine.

Song Rin knew what Gu Zhuo was thinking about this move, but she still couldn't restrain the throbbing of being picked up. The speed was not very fast, but it was the force of gravity one after another. The man looks.

This is really fatal, Song Rin thought, and even his own heart started clamoring to defect.

Song Rin looked up at the enemy who was bewitching her heart, sighed as if surrendering, and indulged the man in front of her: "Okay, I'm going to be a model, what should I do?"

Hearing Song Rin's words, Gu Zhuo raised his eyebrows successfully. He didn't pull away the distance, but just separated the touch between the limbs.

"It's very simple, just stand up straight with your shoulders straight." Gu Zhuo took off the dark green fabric, and took another piece of fabric with his backhand to gesture towards Song Rin. "It's just that I need to measure the size occasionally. You put your hands up, turn around, or something."

Song Rin looked at the cloth being torn apart and fiddled with on her chest, bowed her head and said yes, and then took out the posture she learned when she was practicing waltz before, straightening her back and straightening her shoulders.

Because of making clothes, Gu Zhuo also had a lot of dealings with the dance industry on a daily basis. He watched Song Rin put on a posture, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

He hung the fabric back to its original position, pulled a similar piece from the side and continued to gesture: "Has Chief Song practiced dancing before?"

"Yes, I learned waltz for a while in college." Song Rin seemed to be recalling the time in college, with flashes of light in his eyes.

Gu Zhuo's eyes were softened by the floating light, and even his voice slowed down: "Why do you want to learn this?"

"It's not that I want to learn, but it's still a helpless move to learn this." Song Rin stretched his slightly stiff shoulders, and changed his shoulder posture again, "Isn't physical education in college a course? Before choosing the second physical education class, I was obsessed with doing dramas, and suddenly forgot the time to choose the class, and when I remembered to choose again, there were only waltz and rumba left.”

Speaking of this, Song Rin seemed to be recalling the past scene, and continued in a self-deprecating tone: "I am so tough, how dare I touch Rumba, I chose Waltz without even thinking about it, but I didn't expect that in the end Only then did I realize that the waltz is not that simple."

"It's really not easy to dance well." Gu Zhuo changed another piece of fabric. He couldn't help but go around Song Rin's back and use the printed satin to draw Song Rin's overhanging shoulder line. "But the effect is also very good." Obviously, at least after so many years, Chief Song's posture is still very stable."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo's hands on both sides of Song Rin's shoulders stopped suddenly, and he said in surprise as if he had discovered some new continent.

"Chief Song, you...are you practicing women's steps?"

"Ah yes, no, how did you know?" Song Rin was startled, he turned to look at Gu Zhuo, his eyes widened, "Have you practiced?"

Gu Zhuo nodded: "I practiced ballroom dancing in high school, and I learned waltz."

There are many types of ballroom dancing, and waltz is one of them. It cannot be said that it is the most difficult, but it is by no means easy. It takes several months of practice just to get started.

Because it is a pas de deux, the steps of the waltz are divided into men and women, and the postures are also divided accordingly, which can be easily distinguished by those who have practiced.

Gu Zhuo's response confirmed Song Rin's conjecture. He never thought that Gu Zhuo had also practiced waltz, otherwise he would not have taken it so lightly and made people notice the clues from these subtleties.

Song Rin couldn't help being a little nervous, his brain was spinning fast, and he tried to explain: "At that time, both men's and women's steps were required to learn in class. You know, women's steps have higher requirements on manners. In order to really practice well, the teacher taught them Ask us to put it in the female step style."

Speaking of this, he twitched a few more words with the corners of his mouth, trying to relax himself: "I got used to it at the end of the practice, I didn't expect that after such a long time, I was still in the posture of a woman's step. Muscle awareness."

Song Rin is sensitive, especially when it comes to his love of wearing women's clothing. This is a secret he has buried deeply in his heart, and it is also the thing that makes him worry and worry all night. This matter has been firmly divided in his mind. A circle surrounds the wall, and the wall is full of bells, and the slightest wind will startle the layers of sharp sounds like alarm bells.

He lied, the teacher did not ask to practice male and female dance steps at the same time, it was only because during the practice, he was fascinated by the raised skirts of the roundabout dance steps, and after that whenever he was in class, he would secretly write down the teacher's instructions. Teaching women's steps, and then hid in the stolen hotel room, took out the purchased dance skirt and danced.

This practice lasted for three years, and it didn't stop until I went abroad to study as a graduate student after graduation.

Although half-truths and half-false words are the easiest to be fooled, Song Rin still did not dare to take it lightly. When speaking, he kept observing Gu Zhuo's expression so that he could see that something was wrong and make up for it in time.

But Song Rin should have thought too much, Gu Zhuo didn't seem to notice the subtle connection in the female practice steps, he withdrew his hand to spread the fabric, and held up the frame: "What a coincidence, our teacher also asked for it, but Our requirements are not that high, so I just slacked off and practiced male steps."

Song Rin breathed a sigh of relief: "Study is definitely more important in high school. Dance should be regarded as a relaxing activity, and the requirements are generally not too high."

"Yes, the most important thing is to study," Gu Zhuo looked up and smiled at Song Rin. He put the required fabrics aside, and then picked out two pieces and spread them in front of Song Rin, and asked, "What do you think? Of these two pieces of material, which one looks better?"

"I felt…"

As soon as he spoke, Song Rin stopped suddenly. He seemed to be choked by a nightmare in an instant. After a sudden tremor, the frame he held up suddenly collapsed, and there was a slight trembling sound in his breath.

Gu Zhuo didn't feel well, but just as he was about to reach out to help, Song Lin returned to his previous appearance in an instant. If it weren't for his still trembling fingertips and voice, Gu Zhuo would have thought it was his own dizziness just now.

Song Rin tried his best to suppress the sudden palpitations and chest tightness. With a steady voice, he smiled: "I think the embossed one will look better."

Seeing him like this, Gu Zhuo's face froze, and he secretly clenched his hand holding the fabric. He stared at Song Rin, not missing any expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Song Rin scratched his hands, using his movements to cover up his trembling, "I said the embossed one..."

"This piece?" Before Song Rin could finish speaking, Gu Zhuo brought the material under his eyes, "This is a piece of hot-pressed fabric."

Song Rin's back was already getting chills from palpitations, he secretly took a deep breath, smiled and printed his fingertips on the embossed fabric, and praised.

"I think the pattern on this piece is more vivid and three-dimensional than the one just now. It's like real flowers wrapped around it. It must be very beautiful to make."

Gu Zhuo looked at Song Rin's Adam's apple that was trembling faintly when he spoke, and he couldn't bear it and irritability surged up. The hand on the other side of him was tightened and the veins bulged, but his face still showed a casual gentleness.

Gu Zhuo blinked lightly, and gently scratched Song Rin's palm through a layer of fabric, as if teasing, but with gentle comfort.

"This is the piece you think looks good." Gu Zhuo pushed the selected piece of material aside, and hung the unselected piece back to its original place with his backhand. He walked forward, "The selection is almost done here. Let's have a look."

Song Rin said hello, followed Gu Zhuo's footsteps with trembling hands hidden, and the two stopped in the fabric area in front to try the material.

Song Rin doesn't know what the specific material is. He is now soaked in an ice cave in Antarctica. The cold air seeps out from the cracks in his bones, constantly eroding and freezing all his dopamine, and his brain is filled with fear. The sea of ​​hormones drowned, and his world fell upside down.

He thought he should have taken his medicine before going out.The joy of this recent period should not be blinded, so that he cannot see clearly the illness that haunts the foundation of his life.

he thinks…

"Song Rin, Song Rin."

Cong Cheng shouted again, accompanied by the touch and pressure of the side of the arm, and Song Rin tilted his head in a daze, and it took him a while to see the person in front of him clearly in the facing light.

Song Rin put on the disguise reflexively, and asked with a gentle smile, "What's wrong?"

Gu Zhuo frowned slightly, the expression in his eyes was very complicated, he took a deep look at Song Rin, and pursed his lips: "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you want to go out and have a look, it's not ventilated here, it's not good if it's stuffy for a long time. "

"Go outside," Song Rin glanced at the door, looking at the cloth spinning arc blown by the wind outside, his suppressed chest seemed to get a breath, he hurriedly said, "Okay, let's go out and have a look."

After finishing speaking, he thought of a bird eager to break through the cage and soar into the sky, and ran out sideways to avoid Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo looked at the hem of his clothes that was suddenly raised, and in an instant, he had the illusion that he was about to lose his grip. He subconsciously raised his steps to chase, but bumped into the shoulder of his predecessor who stopped suddenly at the door.

The finger bones of the two touched, Gu Zhuo raised his hand to hook it, and asked softly, "Why did it stop suddenly?"

Song Rin lowered her eyelashes, and her voice suddenly became timid: "It's so windy outside, it's so cold."

The touch of the hand is no longer as warm and greasy as before, instead, it is trembling and cold, like a jade spirit whimpering softly.

Gu Zhuo's heart was sore, he had a guess in his heart, but he cared more about Song Rin, he squeezed Song Rin's hand tightly, and said like coaxing a child.

"The wind is cold, but the sun is warmer. Don't be afraid, I will hold you and protect you from the wind."

"Really?" Song Rin seemed to be terribly afraid of the cold, and he squeezed Gu Zhuo's hand tightly, "Then don't let the wind blow me."

Gu Zhuo solemnly replied hello, and then led Song Rin to walk outside. A tall cloth drying pole was erected outside, and the strong wind blew violently.

The wind in winter blows very regularly, not the kind that comes from all directions, but the kind of one-way gust. Gu Zhuo stood on the side facing the source of the wind. Although he couldn't completely block the wind, it also relieved Song Rin. A lot of wind force caused the arc of his clothes to fall below his knees.

Gu Zhuo took Song Rin's hand and led him through the dyed cloth of various colors and flowers, watching the falling shadows flickering on his side face.

Song Rin was very quiet along the way, but Gu Zhuo, no matter how strong the wind was, he would drag Song Rin and talk non-stop, introducing him to various fabrics noisily, until the touch of the clenched hands returned to warmth. greasy.

When it was almost at the end, the howling cold wind suddenly stopped, and before the two of them could recover from the sudden change, a heavy shadow surrounded the sky.

A piece of red gauze covered with silk juniper flowers fell on the top of the two of them, creating a world apart from each other in the four directions.

There is still a certain distance between the two, and the tulle hangs down a depression in this distance, like the arc of the red hydrangea when the ancients got married.

Gu Zhuo looked at Song Rin through the double layer of tulle. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the acacia flowers hot pressed on the tulle stuck to Song Rin's blushing brows. reason.

And Song Rin seemed to be startled by the 'red hijab' that fell from the sky, staring with astonishment and bewilderment written all over his face.

Gu Zhuo's breathing was stagnant, and the muscles all over his body tensed instantly. He moved forward slowly, obviously only less than three steps away, but he felt like a slow motion in a movie, which made people feel like frame by frame. Work slowly.

Song Rin seemed to have expected something, and hurriedly reached out to open it, but when she raised her hand, she was pulled into her arms.

Gu Zhuo raised his hand and patted Song Rin's trembling back, rubbed his lips against the tip of his nose through the tulle, and said slowly when the next gust of wind blew up.

"Come closer to me, my Chief Song."

I don't know if it's the words that burn people, or the breathing that burns people, or the tulle that grinds people, in short, the tip of Song Lin's nose is burning like sparks along the skin texture.

Song Rin was surrounded by the fiery red sky, and the bone-piercing chill was gradually melted away, and the tide of panic and anxiety was also receded by the pat on the back.

But his rationality has never returned, and the boiling sensibility dominates and drives the body.

Song Rin fell into Gu Zhuo's eyes, and surrendered to him, who was more gentle and soothing than medicine. Who could refuse such a Gu Zhuo, such a solemn and cunning Gu Zhuo.

The answer is no.

So he raised his head slightly, and in the midst of the sudden bell ringing from the ancient temple, he kissed Gu Zhuo's lips lightly through a layer of tulle, and fulfilled his murmured wish.

The author has something to say: Because of the change of residence, I have to change hospitals and find doctors again, so the latest update may not be stable, so I will ask for leave first, tentatively until Tuesday at the latest, By this time at the latest, I must have settled down and can really settle down to write the article, but if I can make an appointment in advance, then I will definitely try my best to update it every day.

I’m very sorry for the irregular updates recently. I’m going to write three short episodes, two about cheongsam, and one about cigarette shop. I’ll just make up for it. Where can I find the column? . (I don't know why, I'm always caught. Don't worry if you don't find it when the time comes, I will definitely find a way to send it out.)

Finally, I am very sorry, for my recent irregular updates, I am very, very sorry, I will fill in the chapters that are missing during this period of time, don’t worry.

In the end, it's 68 degrees!Even emmm can't just hold hands with emmm, don't you think so?Yes, yes.

32. Sandalwood