Nan Yu noticed Tan Linyuan's eyes darken. She paused for a second and pressed on, "Did I guess right?"
"A true Buddha shouldn't have scars on his body," Tan Linyuan remained calm and tried his best to answer her question. "Back then, the Tan family invited quite a few doctors and even performed several minimally invasive surgeries."
"Just to avoid scars?"
Even though there were only the two of them in the room, Nan Yu still asked in a hushed tone, as if afraid that a third person might overhear.
The light was dim. Her close proximity allowed Tan Linyuan to closely trace the outline of her slender eyebrows and her lively eyes.
Her lips were slightly parted involuntarily, making her look obedient and quiet.
"Yes," he closed his eyes briefly. His eyes were as deep as the bottom of a lake. "To create a perfect Buddha body."
The Tan family truly wanted to enshrine him as a divine Buddha.
Nan Yu swallowed hard. She moved her fingertips away from his scar, turned her face, and gently pressed her ear against his chest.
She got close to his heart and listened to the thumping sound in his chest.
It was vivid and full of vitality.
Her cheeks were burning hot. The moment her skin touched his, Tan Linyuan's throat tightened.
For the past two decades, Tan Linyuan had always been abstinent and adhered strictly to the Buddhist precepts.
There were no shortage of subordinates in the chamber of commerce who tried to push women his way, but they basically all ended up in failure.
Or there were female pilgrims who came specifically to the Chan Guang Temple to offer incense and pray. They would also try to start a taboo "love with the Buddha's disciple" with this true Buddha under the pretext of praying and so on, but basically all of them were turned away by him.
He was, just as the rumors said, an otherworldly being who was overly pure, proud, and cold, and would not be tainted by the mortal world.
But somehow, in front of her, he had to bow his head and be an ordinary man full of worldly desires.
There was a bulge that was so tight it was painful.
"Am I a demon who desecrates the gods like this?" Nan Yu asked him.
Without waiting for his answer, she continued on her own, "It doesn't matter even if I am."
She said word by word, "I'm not afraid of desecrating."
After saying that, her lips landed on his scar. Her slippery tongue lightly touched it and then quickly retracted, like a kitten licking.
"Because I don't believe in Buddha."
Before she could continue teasing him, Tan Linyuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from his chest, forcing her to look up at him.
"Demon," he squinted his eyes and made a calm and accurate judgment looking at her face.
Actually, Nan Yu couldn't be considered extremely beautiful. She was of the pure type, elegant and graceful, with an air of "to be admired from afar but not to be played with casually".
But precisely because of this, the way her eyes flitted about at this moment was all the more full of contrast, making people want to ravage and devour her.
His fingers sank into her long hair. He lunged forward and pressed her firmly onto the mattress.
He kissed her in a fierce way, pushed aside her hand, and placed it on his private part.
The burning heat and tightness in her palm made Nan Yu widen her eyes. She blinked at him with an innocent smile.
"Uncle Tan, this living Buddha, is a bit unqualified."
If he lacked self - control, what else could it be but unqualified?
Tan Linyuan didn't respond to her teasing. He clasped her hand and pinned her other arm to the head of the bed.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, her chin, and her cheeks. His tone was almost like a command.
"Hold on tight."
...
Nan Yu went to work at the record store as usual.
Zhou Yu happily introduced someone to her, "Nan Yu, this is Mr. Wu. He's a professional music agent."
"Wu Xiaxian. Pleased to meet you," the young man in glasses reached out his hand to Nan Yu with a polite smile.
"Nan Yu," Nan Yu shook his hand politely.
Zhou Yu told Nan Yu that Mr. Wu was an old friend of his. They had had several business cooperations before and got along very well.
"Mr. Wu can help you record your original music into an album and sell and distribute it. Doesn't it sound great?"
Zhou Yu was excited. "He has his own music company. He's just about to promote new musicians recently, and I recommended you."
Previously, the two of them had also discussed that compared to the traditional concerts that could only be enjoyed in the theater, perhaps making independent albums was more in line with the current market.
Music didn't have to be high - brow. It should be heard by more people to be meaningful.
Nan Yu agreed with Zhou Yu's view, but she was troubled by the lack of connections in the industry. Zhou Yu said he would help find a way.
Unexpectedly, he was so efficient.
After a brief introduction to each other, Nan Yu played a few of her previously composed pieces for Wu Xiaxian.
After listening, Wu Xiaxian whole - heartedly recognized her, "Miss Nan is a very talented pianist."
He also said that under his plan, Nan Yu would definitely become a very popular musician.
In Zhou Yu's words, it was more reassuring to leave professional matters to professional people.
In the following period of time, Nan Yu was busy recording the few pieces she had written before and then handed them to Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu didn't let her down. He helped Nan Yu open an independent musician's account and posted the pieces online.
Mr. Wu asked her what name she wanted to give the account.
Nan Yu thought for a while and said, "Let's call it 'Transformed into a Lonely Fish'."
With some operation and promotion, Nan Yu's account began to gain popularity, and the number of fans increased slightly.
Many fans left messages under her account, saying that they liked her piece "Moonlit Sea" the most.
So she posted another video.
In the video, she sat upright in front of the piano. The screen only showed up to her neck. She didn't show her face.
She changed into a light - blue dress. Her slender fingers pressed the keys and smoothly played "Moonlit Sea".
This video didn't show her face, just a pair of hands and the piano, but it directly made it onto the music channel's list.
The most - liked comment was: "It sounds like you're on the waves under the moonlight, lying in a cradle listening to the sound of the waves."
This piece "Moonlit Sea" undoubtedly became Nan Yu's first and most popular original music.
Mr. Wu was very efficient. He immediately made a digital album of this piece, which was well - received by a large number of fans.
Nan Yu read the fans' comments and felt warm because of the resonance people had when listening to the music.
After "Moonlit Sea" became popular, Mr. Wu became a "tune - urging machine". Most of his conversations with her were about asking her to write new pieces.
"Only popularity can make you more famous," Mr. Wu evaluated the current market like this. "If your output can't keep up with the demand, then even the most outstanding talent will be in vain."
Nan Yu could understand his intention, but she still didn't want to create meaningless music just to meet the schedule.
So she spent more time in the record store, staying with sheet music and the piano to seek inspiration for creation.
Zhou Yu couldn't help but tease her, "If it really doesn't work, I'll buy you a folding bed. You can sleep with me in the record store at night."
Nan Yu declined, saying that she was used to her own bed and could rest better in a familiar environment.
However, when inspiration struck, she often composed music until late at night.
One day, she came back at two o'clock in the morning.
She opened the door and found that the living - room light was on brightly. Tan Linyuan was sitting on the sofa. Hearing the sound at the door, he turned his head.