"Yes, as long as you perform well." Yang Fan knew what Liu Yueyue meant.
She doesn't want the sweet words of "I am in you and you are in me", nor does she want the lie of "I love you forever" that a man tells her when he wants to get up with her to watch the sunrise.
What she wanted was the line “The bright moon was there at that time, and it shone on the colorful clouds as they returned,” the kind of poem that was as breathtakingly beautiful as she was.
"Do I need to show anything else?" Liu Yueyue was confused.
"Of course." Although there was no one in the next booth, Yang Fan still whispered, "Do you know why "Spring River Moonlight Night" was played that night?"
Liu Yueyue shook her head embarrassedly, and her bangs swayed softly in the wind.
"Because that day, Aunt Thirteen kissed me. On the boat, Qianqian also kissed me." Yang Fan told the truth.
Liu Yueyue blushed. Her boyfriend was talking nonsense again, trying to trick her into kissing him.
The younger sister took the initiative to kiss Yang Fan, and Liu Yueyue believed it.
But it is impossible that Thirteenth Aunt kissed him on her own initiative.
It would be fine if he took the initiative. If Aunt Thirteen doesn't get angry or object, it would just be a very pure kiss.
It has nothing to do with evil, hooliganism or vulgarity.
There is nothing wrong with a kiss like this, no need to worry about it.
Just like when we were kids, children of a certain age were so cute that it was acceptable for adults, regardless of gender, to go up to them and give them a kiss.
"I don't want to. There are a lot of people on the boat." Given Liu Yueyue's personality and the current progress between her and Yang Fan, she would never take the initiative to kiss Yang Fan, especially in public.
"Then there's nothing nice to say." Yang Fan poured tea for Liu Yueyue.
"Yes." Liu Yueyue said coquettishly.
"No." Yang Fan remained indifferent.
Liu Yueyue thought for a moment and whispered, "Then when no one is around, I can let you kiss me."
"The difference between active and passive effects is obvious. If you take the initiative, you can say nice words like 'The moon was bright at that time, and it shone on the colorful clouds'. If I take the initiative, it may be something like 'I wanted to turn my heart to the moon, but it only shines on the ditch'. Which one do you want?" Yang Fan asked.
Liu Yueyue said: "I didn't take a photo of the ditch, I only took a photo of you."
"What?" Yang Fan turned his ear to Liu Yueyue: "What did you just say? I didn't look at the ditch, I only knew how to weed..."
Instantly, Liu Yueyue's pretty face flushed red, and she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. She tried to explain, "I said '照', you must have heard it wrong, it's not what you said."
"I didn't hear it wrong, that's what you said." Yang Fan also defended.
Liu Yueyue was so anxious that she was about to cry, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes like a clear spring.
Yang Fan no longer held on to this and said with a smile: "Do you want to be active or passive?"
Liu Yueyue's voice became even gentler, and a little childish, she said aggrievedly: "I don't want to kiss you actively, I want to 'return like the colorful clouds'."
This is unreasonable.
Not easy to appease.
But Yang Fan didn't care.
Don't worry, one day, she will lose her reservedness.
Thirteen had already lost a lot. When he was kissing her in the morning, Yang Fan deliberately stayed still after he penetrated her.
As a result, Thirteen couldn't help teasing him, what are you doing, why aren't you moving, come on.
After the food was served, Yang Fan no longer sat opposite Liu Yueyue. Instead, he stood up and sat next to her.
"Eat more, you're too thin."
"You need to have a balanced diet. You can't just eat the dishes you like and not eat the ones you don't like."
"Don't worry, there's still plenty of time, eat slowly."
Yang Fan's special favor and nagging made Liu Yueyue enjoy the meal very happily.
Family gatherings are not as comfortable as dinner dates. With someone else around, Yang Fan can't show her his love as a boyfriend.
I really want to come clean and let my parents and Aunt Thirteen know that she is Yang Fan’s girlfriend.
After dinner, the lights in the mountain city came on, and the lights on the riverside were emitting a hazy glow.
Yang Fan and Liu Yueyue strolled along the river and did not drive to the pier.
An hour ago, the sun and the moon were shining brightly in the sky, but busy people paid little attention to them.
Now that the sun has set, the half-moon hanging in the sky is attracting more and more people's attention.
Yang Fan looked up and saw him and Liu Yueyue standing under a tree by the river. The crescent moon seemed to be hanging on the treetops.
"The moon is above the treetops, and we make an appointment after dusk." Looking at the moon, Yang Fan was moved. After sighing for a few words, he lowered his head to look at Liu Yueyue who was holding his arm.
Miss Liu had a rosy complexion, looking like a little girl who was completely in love, and was very shy.
"It sounds nice!" Miss Liu's face became even redder.
Yang Fan could feel greater strength and tenderness coming from his arms.
Although he had never tried it, he was sure just by looking at her that Yueyue was also very naughty and could not be held with one hand.
"There's no one here now." After taking a look around, Yang Fan said to Miss Liu.
Liu Yueyue looked around, then hurriedly lowered her head and said, "Someone is there. No."
There was no one within 20 or 30 meters before and after, but there must be someone in the distance.
No one can rent this section of the river bank during this period of time.
"I didn't say anything, what are you thinking about?" Yang Fan said with a smile.
"Hateful, Yang Fan, you are so annoying!" Liu Yueyue's embrace turned into a hug, shaking Yang Fan's arm.
Yang Fan continued to walk forward, and Liu Yueyue followed him holding his arm.
At the same time, she was still not satisfied and said, "We haven't boarded the boat yet, so what happened just now doesn't count."
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Actually, those two sentences are just two sentences in a poem. The atmosphere of the whole poem is not very good. Do you want to continue listening?"
After hesitating for a moment, Liu Yueyue asked, "Will you feel bad after hearing this?"
Yang Fan nodded: "Maybe, it's a love poem."
Liu Yueyue thought about it and wondered if it was the same feeling that Yang Fan had when he missed her.
"I want to listen." Finally, Miss Liu still wanted to listen to the end.
Yang Fan read it to her: "Last year during the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon was above the treetops, and people made appointments after dusk. This year during the Lantern Festival, the moon and lights remain the same. But I don't see the people from last year, and my sleeves are wet with tears."
After listening, Liu Yueyue said nothing.
She had a good memory and was especially prepared to remember consciously.
The first part of the poem recalls past trysts, which are full of hope and happiness, and the two are in love.
The surrounding environment, whether it is flowers, lights, moon or willows, has become a witness to love, a confession of beauty and a picture of future happiness.
Emotions and scenery are connected together to show a beautiful artistic conception.
But happy times always quickly become memories.
In the second half of the poem, the writing style changes, time flies by like lightning, and in the blink of an eye it is this year's Lantern Festival, pulling the protagonist's thoughts back from his memories.
The moonlight is still beautiful, the lantern market is still as bright as day, and the environment is still the same as last year, but the beauty is nowhere to be found. Even if I have all kinds of tenderness, who can I tell
"Yang Fan, I'm sorry." Miss Liu's eyes were filled with tears. She didn't expect that he missed her so much when she was away from the mountain city.
But after the Chinese New Year, she didn't come back for three consecutive months because of work.
He couldn't even see her when he wanted to, which made him feel wronged.