The Beauty of 1980's

Ch.5 Thrilled

The weather was very good the next day. Standing in the yard and looking up slightly, what came into view was the cloudless blue sky, the sunny day, and a few unknown birds flew over my head, tapped lightly on the petals of the morning glory, and then flew away, completely disappearing without a trace.

　　When he arrived at the gate of the next courtyard, Meng Xiang became a little nervous. He first reached out and knocked on the door. After a while, seeing no movement, he opened his mouth and called out, "Ye Puzhou."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door in front of him was suddenly opened. The two lines of sight collided in mid-air, and then moved away unnaturally, looking at the sky and the ground, but no longer looking at each other. Meng Xiang unconsciously tightened the bag at the side of her waist, and couldn't help but secretly glance at him from the corner of her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

　　The two times we met, he was dressed in a low-key and calm manner. Why did he change so much today and dress so showy? Ahem, even so, his outstanding temperament was still outstanding.

　　He was wearing a warm yellow floral shirt with the hem tucked into high-waisted jeans. He had a tall and thin figure, and his long legs were visible. There is a saying that goes, "From the waist down it's all legs." This is probably how it is described.

　　He is a natural clothes hanger. If I could coax him into being my own exclusive model, then...

　　Ye Puzhou lowered his head slightly. His nose bridge was very high, and his hair fell down obediently, covering his dark and narrow eyes. His eyelashes were so long and thick that all girls would envy him. His cold white skin made his thin lips look even more rosy. He stood there obediently and cutely, allowing her to look at him at will, as if she could do whatever she wanted.

　　Meng Xiang swallowed, forcibly interrupting the inappropriate color images in his mind, and looked down at his clothes. The two of them wore the same color today tacitly. The light yellow long skirt was blown up by the wind, brushing against his knees, which made him feel a little itchy.

　　"Let's go." Meng Xiang spoke first, pointing his finger at the road ahead.

　　Ye Puzhou carefully studied Meng Xiang's expression, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He tugged at the hem of his shirt somewhat uncomfortably, turned around, locked the door, and the two walked side by side towards the bus stop.

　　The two had only met a few times, so they were not familiar with each other. They inevitably fell into an awkward silence, but would Meng Xiang let the atmosphere become cold? Of course not.

　　"Did you go to the last party? I performed and won a prize." His tone rose slightly, as if he was showing off.

　　Ye Puzhou curled his lips slightly and nodded: "I saw it. I was sitting in the audience at that time. The show was very good."

　　The image of the red color that burned into his soul in the noisy environment subconsciously emerged in his mind, and it became his lingering dream at night.

　　Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Meng Xiang, his gaze gradually becoming hot.

　　The latter was completely unaware, with her hands behind her back, her little leather shoes tapping on the concrete floor, making crisp sounds. She raised her eyebrows proudly and chattered about the party that day and the interesting things that happened at school, and in the end, somehow she suddenly mentioned the damn advanced mathematics final exam.

　　"My major is foreign languages, why do I have to learn advanced mathematics?" Meng Xiang felt hopeless when she thought of this. She studied art in her previous life and her academic performance was not good. As for English, since she had to perform in domestic and international fashion shows, she hired the best English teacher in the industry and studied hard for a few years, so it was not a big problem for her.