Pear blossoms like snow, dazzling and crystalline.
Passing through this long tunnel leads to the place Wu Jingxiang ntioned.
After completing the filming, according to the plan, Ye Yuwei should return.
But Mr. Shen suddenly called, saying she could stay and play for a few days before going back, as compensation for her shooting the variety show.
Just when Ye Yuwei was unsure what Mr. Shen ant by that, Wu Jingxiang called and asked her to accompany him to look at the house.
Ye Yuwei suddenly realized that this opportunity was also given to her by Wu Jingxiang, and the condition was to accompany him for a few days.
Ye Yuwei didn’t refuse; she knew she had no right to refuse.
Besides, she had a thought, which was to only establish a normal friendship with Wu Jingxiang.
"Is this your family’s old house?"
Ye Yuwei, who got out of the car, looked at this classically European-style manor.
"Yes, this is the place where I was born."
Wu Jingxiang, dressed in a blue qipao, nodded, her eyes showing a complex look.
Wu Jingxiang led her deeper into the house.
In a courtyard filled with locust trees, there was a particularly unique building.
"This is a small shrine; my mother used to co here often."
As she spoke, Wu Jingxiang opened the red pinewood door, and a strong scent of sandalwood hit them:
"Do you believe in gods?"
"I, I don’t know." Feeling inexplicably scared, Ye Yuwei forced a smile.
"I believe in fate; in the unseen, there is a force controlling us, not allowing us to defy or escape its will.
Wu Jingxiang said, walking to the statue, and slowly knelt down, clasping her hands together.
Ye Yuwei hesitated for a mont, then knelt down following Wu Jingxiang.
Ti moved as the sun slanted westward; the two walked out of the shrine and arrived at a luxurious bedroom in the main building.
The furnishings inside amazed Ye Yuwei; on the pearwood grand bed lay an ivory-covered cool mat.
"I grew up here; my parents were hardly ever ho."
"So when I felt lonely and isolated, I would lie here, listening to the sound of flowers blooming and rain falling."
"Yuwei, look, isn’t the garden outside beautiful, with all the plants my mother loved."
Ye Yuwei and Wu Jingxiang walked to the balcony, looking at the lush sea of flowers outside.
"Teacher Wu, you and your mother are really fortunate to have such a beautiful ho."
A look of sadness suddenly appeared on Wu Jingxiang’s face: "My mother didn’t spend much ti with ; she passed away in an accident, she died for ."
"For you?" Ye Yuwei looked at her with imnse curiosity.
"Yes!" Wu Jingxiang nodded wistfully: "When we went to cremate my mother, my father told that everyone will reach the end of their life."
Ye Yuwei silently didn’t know whether to comfort the person beside her.
"During the ti I lost my mother, I was really very, very pained."
"It was when I felt despair that I t my piano teacher, a very handso man."
Wu Jingxiang’s eyes showed a look of reminiscence; the evening clouds in the sky were gradually floating down.
"Teacher, was he like you to ?" Ye Yuwei said, feeling a connection.
Wu Jingxiang smiled: "He was a person who lived very elegantly; he liked to travel, often wearing a light blue shirt and jeans of the sa color."
Ye Yuwei quietly listened; she liked hearing such old stories.
"When we first t, he asked if I liked music? If I liked photography? By the way, he was also a photographer who took many photos."
Wu Jingxiang spoke as she returned to the bedroom, took out an old photo album from a solid wood cabinet.
Ye Yuwei opened it page by page; the person inside looked like Teacher Wu in her youth.
"Teacher Wu, this must be from when you were in high school!" Ye Yuwei smiled.
"Yes! I was just eighteen then, a year younger than you."
"Teacher Wu, you were so elegant even back then, like a lily after the rain."
Ye Yuwei flipped through the album enviously.
Wu Jingxiang’s tone beca even more subdued, her eyes more complex: "Once, when it was raining heavily with thunder and lightning, I felt a bit scared, and he held , gently stroking ."
Upon hearing this, Ye Yuwei’s hand stopped flipping the album, speechless.
"I never experienced such a warm touch; his fingers were like water, moving silently over , leaving no trace."
"Teacher Wu..."
"Yuwei, I knew what my teacher was doing; I didn’t feel offended. I liked his scent and the warmth of his skin. We embraced until the morning star disappeared from the east."
Wu Jingxiang looked at Ye Yuwei, her bright eyes tinged with a faint sadness.
"Yuwei, what he conveyed wasn’t his desire but his love, like loving blooming flowers, loving the dawn’s glow, loving the ti that has passed and can never return."
"Then, then what happened to you two in the end?" Ye Yuwei’s curiosity was intensely piqued.
"The next day, he left, leaving with only a painting."
"A painting?"
"Yes, in it, he imagined my body, surrounded by rose petals. He told he didn’t love , just the illusion of , and everything would disappear."
Ye Yuwei mulled over those words repeatedly but still couldn’t grasp their aning: "Did you ever see him again afterward?"
"Ha! He remains in my heart, hasn’t gone anywhere." Wu Jingxiang went to the wine cabinet, poured two glasses of wine, the red reflecting in the light like thick, unspilling blood.
"After that, I left ho and wandered everywhere, t so many different people, but he remains the deepest in my mory."
At that mont, Wu Jingxiang’s eyes overlapped with the light of the scarlet wine, like fireflies dancing in the twilight glow, enchanting and beautiful.
Ye Yuwei, feeling sowhat intimidated, held her wine glass and lowered her head in silence.
Suddenly, she felt as though the other was gazing at her.
When she raised her head, Wu Jingxiang reached out and touched her face, as smooth and supple as coagulated fat.
This young flesh was so vibrant, fresh, full of energy, one could even feel the pulse of blood vessels beneath the skin.
"Yuwei, your skin is so nice; this is the most beautiful ti in a person’s life."
At this mont, Ye Yuwei’s heart was filled with silent cries and struggle.
She dared not move, yet wanted to flee.
She didn’t want to succumb to material and power, yet didn’t want to give up the hope of becoming a "star."
"I’m sorry, Teacher Wu, I know your kindness to , but I..."
"Yuwei, don’t continue, please leave a little hope..."
Reluctantly, Wu Jingxiang withdrew her hand that still carried a trace of warmth, keenly feeling the lingering attachnt between her fingers.
She embraced Ye Yuwei tightly, bringing them close; she heard the other’s rapid yet powerful heartbeat.
The gentle breeze outside, carrying the fragrance of grass and flowers, leapt lightly into the room, quiet enough to only hear the murmuring light.
Ye Yuwei closed her eyes slightly, breathing in the intoxicating scent; she knew she was playing with fire.
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