Bamboo Horse Teases Green Plum 24 Years of Youthful Beauty First Kiss (Part 1)

  The Beauty of Youthful Years: First Kiss (Part 1)

  Pei Yue picked up the phone and quickly got out of bed and into her own bedroom before answering it.

  "Xiao Yue!"

  A man's anxious cry came from the loudspeaker, it seemed that when facing Pei Yue, he was more nervous than when facing a group of media reporters.

  "Hmm..."

  Pei Yue lightly responded with a "yeah", pulled over a chair and sat down with her chin resting on the back of it.

  Her calmness made Bai Ming stunned for a moment, he thought he would be scolded by her.

  "Did you watch the live broadcast?" Bai Ming was momentarily uncertain, although Xiao Fang said she had watched it in the car.

  "I'm fine, you go ahead and take care of your things, let's catch up tonight."

  Pei Yue thought about a lot of things on her way back. She didn't rush to confront Bai Ming Xing, because he must have a lot of urgent matters to attend to at the moment, and she didn't want to add to his troubles.

  "Alright! Don't think too much about it, I'll handle this matter well. You just rest at home and call me if you need anything else. I'm hanging up now."

  Bai Ming let out a long sigh and heard Pei Yue obediently answer him with an "uh-huh" before hastily hanging up the phone.

  Pei Yue threw the phone onto the bed, and outside the window came a howling gust of wind. She turned her head to look out, earlier it was still a sunny day with clear skies, but now it was overcast with dark clouds and strong winds. The weather forecast had said that there would be a strong typhoon hitting this afternoon.

  The sky was a deep, foreboding black, like a huge black cloth hanging down, the howling wind whipped up the curtains, making a "slapping" sound, occasionally a flash of lightning tore through the boundless darkness, and the dazzling white light suddenly illuminated the scenery in the bedroom.

  A scene almost as terrifying as the one before her eyes, "creaked" and started the gear of Pei Yue's memory, and her thoughts gradually returned to that summer day many years ago...

  Thirteen-year-old Pei Yue had just been promoted to the first year of junior high school. Today was the first day of school, coincidentally it was also Saturday, so after the teacher held a class meeting and distributed the textbooks, everyone was dismissed from school.

  Pei Yue ran out of the teaching building in the junior high school department with a big smile on her face, carrying her backpack. She also attended elementary school at this school, but the elementary and junior high schools were in different districts. The architectural style of the junior high school was completely different from that of the elementary school. As she ran, she curiously looked around.

  Pei Yue was born at the end of the year, so she is several months older than most of her classmates. She is tall and slender, wearing a white blouse with a plaid skirt uniform that makes her look particularly good-looking. With her beautiful face, among the petite girls in the same style, she stands out like a crane among chickens.

  She jogged along the way, naturally attracting the attention of many boys. A string of eyes followed her as she passed by the bulletin board and walked through the small path, and saw her standing under a big locust tree on the edge of the playground, looking around with her face upturned, probably feeling very hot, raising her palm to fan herself desperately.

  Several boys nearby were whispering to each other, pushing and shoving each other to work up the courage to approach her. A black shadow accompanied by a strong gust of wind swept past several boys, followed by the sound of "screech", which was the sound of mountain bike brakes.

  A group of boys looked over and saw a cool red mountain bike parked next to the girl, with two straight and slender long legs stylishly straddling the bike on either side. Looking up further, the owner of the long legs was a tall boy wearing a high school uniform, with a crew cut, his face not visible, but just the boy's broad shoulders and tall stature already made several boys feel inferior.

  "Who's that? So cool!" The boys whispered to each other in hushed tones.

  "It's Bai Ming..." one of the boys whispered.

  "Is that Bai Ming, who has been dominating the whole school since freshman year? He's really awesome!" The young boys looked at Bai Ming's red mountain bike with admiration.

  That was no ordinary mountain bike, but a racing specialty that Bai Ming had specially brought back from Hong Kong, which was a rare item in the campus at that time, but for Bai Ming, who had two private cars, this bike was not something fresh.

  The little boy didn't dare to mess with the pretty girl again, because a boy named Bai Ming was rubbing her head, and then she naturally sat on the front fender of the mountain bike. The boy pedaled his long legs, and the mountain bike "whirred" away.

  "Is that his horse?" The little boy's eyes were filled with envy.

  "Is it his sister? His horse, seems like their class flower." Another little boy wouldn't give up.

  "Alas, little sister..." Even if it's a little sister, with such a powerful brother watching over her, who would dare to make a move?

  That boy was naturally Bai Ming. Just now, he saw his little princess standing under the big locust tree he had designated to wait for him from a distance, and his heart was overjoyed, and he rode his bike quickly towards her. However, when he saw her, he also saw a group of stinky little devils pointing and whispering around her.

  The mountain bike was about to crash into the tree trunk, but Bai Ming made a beautiful emergency brake, and the car "squeaked" to a stable stop beside Pei Yue.

  "Xiao Yue!"

  Bai Ming propped himself up with both feet on the ground and reached out to rub Pei Yue's head.

  Pei Yue withdrew her gaze from the playground and looked at him, her bright black eyes filled with a smile.

  "Bai Ming, you're on the basketball team, right? I'll come cheer you on at your next game!"

  Bai Ming plays basketball very stylishly, his movements are smooth and natural, similar to American street basketball. Every time he steps onto the court, he always manages to stir up cheers from the audience outside the court. Unfortunately, in the past, Pei Yue was not allowed to run over to the middle school department from the elementary school department, so she has always felt regretful about not being able to witness his impressive performance on the court with her own eyes.

  "Alright! Come on up, today I'll take you to eat ice cream."

  Bai Ming wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her over, Pei Yue's face turned red as she quickly sat up on the handlebars, her hands grasping the steering wheel. To cover up her shyness, Pei Yue muttered softly to herself.

  "How can you like this car? It's quite uncomfortable to sit in."

  Pei Yue's words were uncomfortable, but in reality, she was embarrassed. Just like now, she sat on the back of the motorcycle, Bai Ming's hands grasping the handlebars, his body leaning forward, enveloping her tightly within his arms, his face close to hers, his even and powerful breathing sounding in her ears, occasionally he would playfully blow a breath into her ear, making her want to laugh.

  He gazed at the half-exposed white nape of her neck, almost wanting to lean in and kiss it, but he was afraid of startling her. So he took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the fragrance from her hair, which felt wonderful.

  "Don't like it? Then I'll drive you to school tomorrow." Bai Ming teased her.

  On the day of Bai Ming's 15th birthday, his mother Xiao Ji gave him a car. The last time he asked an uncle to help him buy this mountain bike from Hong Kong, that uncle unexpectedly also brought a car for him.

  "Ah! Don't! You don't even have a driver's license!"

  "En, Xiaoyue said no, so I won't open it."

  Bai Ming couldn't help but smile when he thought of Xiao Ya Tou being so concerned about him.

  Digression

  Mua mua da, I love you all! However, there are really few comments, is it because they don't look good, dear sisters?