Indulge Me

"Next up: The Misunderstood Dialogue. Blurb at the bottom." Rebellious girl x aloof man / both virgins, first love for both, one-on-one / age gap 1 Seventeen-year-old Xu Xingchen was born into a family of opera performers, but she had no interest in all that warbling and singing. She even thought men who played female roles were weak and girlish, like a bunch of sissies. Until a man dressed in a white opera costume suddenly caught her eye. Xu Xingchen bit her straw and murmured, "Damn, how can there be such an elegant man in this world?" 2 She heard that Pei Qichuan, a rising star in female-role opera, liked gentle types. Without making a fuss, she covered the tattoo on her collarbone and took out the dreadlocks in her hair. Then, delighted, she walked up to him and asked, "Brother Pei, would you consider me?" His cool, pale fingers adjusted his glasses. Warm laughter filled his eyes and the corners of his mouth. "I have to earn a living, you know. I don't have time for romance." 3 Just as she decided that the man in front of her was penniless and prepared to buy him over with money, he suddenly announced his retirement from the opera world and got into a luxury Bentley. From then on, he vanished from her life. 4 Many years later, she knelt at a cemetery dressed in mourning. A black umbrella tilted over her head. The man stood tall, his voice deep. "I've earned enough money now." 2021/7/26 Next up: The Misunderstood Dialogue. Blurb: In high school, Xing Yun met someone who took her breath away: Shen Qianhuai, the aloof heartthrob of No. 5 High School. In their graduation photo, the boy had cool, striking features and a proud, upright bearing. His blue school uniform had been washed until it was faded. - A love letter came to light again. In a smoky pool hall, the boy it was addressed to had a cigarette between his lips. Someone asked Shen Qianhuai about her. He casually rested an arm on the edge of the table and turned his head to joke with them. "I don't remember her. I don't like her." Right in front of him, Xing Yun walked past with red-rimmed eyes and her head lowered, saying nothing. Others saw him staring at her slender figure as if his soul had followed her, and jokingly offered a kind reminder: "Don't go too far. Quit picking on that girl." He calmly looked away and bent over his cue. "We dated. She dumped me." - Xing Yun left the world of fame and fortune, took her cello back to his hometown, and became a folk musician. Her colleagues lamented that no one understood her talent. She only smiled and shook her head. "Someone understands. He'll come back." One day, two days, three days. He came back. The spring rain had yet to stop. Shen Qianhuai held an umbrella and straightened her rain-soaked skirt. Beneath the patter of the rain, his voice was lazy and clear. "You'd rather play the cello in this dump than say one sweet thing to me?" Revised 2021.11.22 and 2022.2.16 Love grows, and in the end, we'll meet again Theme: Beneath the sun, someone will always cherish you