deliberate kiss

Chapter 95 Under Mount Fuji
"I'll go to the store to find it for you, and you obediently go to the room and wait for me, huh?"

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It was only when I went outside that I realized that the rain was actually not small, but it was blurred and diluted through the glass.

Zhou Jingwei's first thought when he walked out of the homestay was: Fortunately, Cheng Weiyue didn't come out with him.

People with injuries should not run around in heavy rain.

The so-called "record store next door" that Cheng Weiyue said was actually across the road.

The owners of the record store are planning to close their doors. With such a heavy rain, who would come out to buy records.

The boss just opened the door and wanted to go out to get the business neutral sign, when he saw a tall man in a black windbreaker with a cold complexion walking across the street.

The man was holding a black umbrella with a bamboo handle and only half of his clean-lined face was exposed.

He walked to the door of the record store, looked down at the boss who was bending over to pack the stand, and asked, "Are there any records in Cantonese?"

Only then did the boss see the man's face clearly. It was really a miracle, God's preference, and it was too much of a blessing.

With a lazy and reserved demeanor, one can tell at a glance that he is an unusual nobleman.

The boss froze for a moment, and said, "Yes, please come in with me."

The record store is small, with only three shelves that fill up exactly three walls.

Many of the records on it look like they have not been read for a long time, and they are covered with a layer of light gray, like a corner left behind by time.

"Cantonese songs have not been so popular in recent years, and there are not many records left," the boss muttered in a low voice, rummaging through the shelves.

Zhou Jingwei thought of the humble environment of the homestay, and asked, "Do you sell the record player?"

The boss looked at Zhou Jingwei in embarrassment: "We don't sell record players. Business in this small town is not easy. It's okay to eat ashes from records. If we sell record players, the cost is too high."

It's useless to buy this record back.
Zhou Jingwei frowned, and suddenly saw the wooden guitar in the corner.

"Is this guitar for sale?"

Cheng Weiyue was sitting in the room chasing the drama, the buttons on the remote control were too small for her hand, so after a long time of effort, she finally tuned to the channel she wanted to watch.

There was a knock on the door.

Cheng Weiyue knew that Zhou Jingwei was back.

The plot on TV suddenly lost its attractiveness, she hurriedly got off the bed and went to open the door for Zhou Jingwei.

Outside the door, Zhou Jingwei was holding a black wooden box in his hand, and his body still had traces of being wet by rain.

"Come in." Cheng Weiyue looked at the wet coat on his body, and said in a worried tone, "You'll catch a cold, take off your coat."

Zhou Jingwei walked in, put the wooden box on the ground, and took off his coat.

Cheng Weiyue squatted down and studied the wooden box in front of her: "What is this?"

"A wooden guitar."

"A wooden guitar? Why did you go to buy a guitar?" Cheng Weiyue was surprised: "Didn't you say to find a record?"

"The homestay doesn't have a record player, and the record won't be used after buying it." Zhou Jingwei scratched the bridge of Cheng Weiyue's nose with his index finger amusedly, and sighed in a low voice: "Why are you so stupid?"

"That's right, I can't use it even after buying it." Cheng Weiyue was a little disappointed.

Zhou Jingwei put his arms through Cheng Weiyue's knees, hugged her who was squatting on the ground, and said, "It's okay, I'll sing it to you."

"You can sing Cantonese songs?" Cheng Weiyue was surprised.

"Yes." Zhou Jingwei said concisely.

He put Cheng Weiyue on the edge of the bed, didn't straighten up immediately, the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were mixed with a smile, and he said elegantly and casually: "If you want to hear it, give me a kiss."

"Kiss you?" Cheng Weiyue subconsciously repeated Zhou Jingwei's words, met the man's slightly aggressive gaze, and her momentum was weak: "Where do you want me to kiss?"

Zhou Jingwei has always been patient and understands the truth that it cannot be accomplished overnight.

He tapped his side face with his fingertips, and said, "Kiss here."

For Cheng Weiyue, listening to Zhou Jingwei sing was very attractive.

It's not that they haven't kissed before, it's just the difference between his kiss and their own kiss
The little girl made a serious psychological preparation for herself, closed her eyes, and kissed Zhou Jingwei on the face.

The arc of her movements is too large, and her voice is really moving.

She is not perfunctory at all, she is simply close to each other, it can be said that there is no ambiguity at all, it is purely an aura of going all out.

Zhou Jingwei raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat surprised.

Anyway, if the little girl took the initiative, he was really useful.

He touched his face, looked at Cheng Weiyue with a smile: "Would you like to kiss me again?"

Cheng Weiyue raised her hand to push him away.

Zhou Jing pulled the distance between the two of them knowingly, and said lazily and with a smile, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

The rain outside the window was fine and condensed into lines.

The sound insulation of the homestay is not very good, you can hear the noisy sound of rain.

Zhou Jingwei was sitting by the bay window, the rain was damp behind him, and everything was silent.

His slender and cold fingers lightly plucked the strings of the acoustic guitar, and the way he lowered his eyes was indescribably charming.

Cheng Weiyue felt that any random cut would be the effect of a youth idol drama poster.

At this time, the male protagonist of the idol drama was smiling at her, looking crazy.

He said, "What do you want to hear?"

Cheng Weiyue rubbed her forehead with her small round hands to hide the throbbing in her heart: "It's all fine."

So the next moment, she heard a very familiar prelude.

It's "Under Mount Fuji".

They were trapped in this rainstorm of Xuancheng, where time was washed away by the rain, leaving meaningless numbers. The heavy rain made everything around them dull, and no matter what they looked at, it seemed to be so gray Defeated and depressed.

But Zhou Jingwei was sitting here, he was wearing a white shirt, his skin was as clean as jade, his hair was black, and his eyes were dark.

He sat in this simple homestay where he might never have the chance to set foot in his life, and slowly opened his mouth in a very sexy and warm voice, singing to her.

Just her alone.

"The roadblocking rain is like snowflakes, are you freezing from crying?"

"I once wandered along the snowy road, why did I shed tears for a good thing, who can ask Mount Fuji to be private with love?"

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He sang very seriously, Cheng Weiyue didn't know that Zhou Jingwei's Cantonese songs were so moving.

She knew that she had always been worthless, and this time her mood was so ups and downs that there was no turning around.

She thought that she would like this man who sang "Under Mount Fuji" to her on a rainy day.

He was the brightest and warmest existence in her grayest time.

When the last note fell, Zhou Jingwei looked at Cheng Weiyue, who seemed to be in a daze, with pale lips, and a more lazy and deep smile: "Do you like it? What else do you want to hear?"

Cheng Weiyue's heartbeat was unsteady, and it took a long time before she said, "It's already fine."

"Like this song so much?" Zhou Jingwei smiled and asked her, "Then let me sing it to Little Moon again?"

(End of this chapter)