let loose

The temperature dropped sharply at night, and when coming out of the station, the raging cold wind blew in all directions, and penetrated directly into the gaps in people's clothes. The coldness quickly spread all over the body, and people unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly.

Song Mian just took two steps when he was shivered by the wind, raised his hand to press the brim of his hat tightly, and put on the sweater and hat. The wide cloth covered most of his face, only the tip of his chin was exposed.

Jiang Zhou automatically took the schoolbag from his elbow, "Cold? How about adding another coat?"

Song Mian was not overdressed, a light-colored denim jacket was worn over a thick hoodie, it was too cold to say it was too cold.

"It's not cold, but the wind keeps blowing into my neck, which makes me uncomfortable." Song Mian pulled up her clothes and hat a few times, exposing her eyes and nose, and tilted her head, "Let's go."

At night, when the lights come on, the streets of Shantang are bustling and noisy.

The two walked down a small stone bridge side by side, and walked along the street with a small pleasure boat passing under the stone bridge.

There was a long queue at the entrance of a shop on the side of the road, and the seats inside the shop were already full, crowded and lively.The retro decoration, the open-minded hotel travelers, really has a bit of antique flavor.

The business is so booming, Jiang Zhou aroused a little interest, looked up at the store, selling raw fried food, turned around and asked, "Do you want to eat or not?"

"I think." Song Mian nodded.

So Jiang Zhou pulled him over there, squeezed into the queue and lined up.

Song Mian didn't go to line up, Jiang Zhou asked him to wait.Song Mian liked the feeling of being taken care of, and stood obediently with their schoolbags on their backs.

Soon a new wave of customers came behind Jiang Zhou, and Song Mian had to stand in another place to see him.When he found the best viewing angle, he saw Jiang Zhou being accosted by two female tourists.

"Handsome guy, is it convenient for Fang to add a WeChat account? Everyone is about the same age, so just make friends?" A tall girl with grape-purple hair tapped Jiang Zhou's shoulder.

As soon as she finished speaking, another girl standing behind her whispered something in her ear, covering her mouth and laughing from time to time, her eyes fixed on Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou frowned, glanced at the direction where Song Mian was at the end of his eyes, and calmly moved his body forward and pulled the distance away from the girl, and said flatly, "I'm sorry, the family has a bad temper, it's very annoying. Difficult to coax, to prevent him from getting angry, sorry."

"So I have a girlfriend..."

Putaozi patted her forehead annoyedly, and bent her elbow against the belly of the girl behind her, "What kind of eyes do you have, let me go if you want to or not, walk away, shame on me!"

The two girls ran away in a panic.

After the two people ran away, the bad-tempered "family members" stopped poking around.Look at Jiang Zhou with one hand in his pocket, his head tilted to one side, with a smile on his lips.Song Mian scratched her nose and walked over dejectedly.

"What did they tell you?" he asked.

It just so happened that the line was about to arrive, so Jiang Zhou took out his phone and unlocked it, called out the payment code and waited for the checkout.With lowered eyes, Song Mian saw that the two fingers clasped in front of him were entangled and curled, and it seemed that he was thinking wildly.

He looked up at the menu listed on the fluorescent screen, and said leisurely: "Are you thinking about it again? In my place, wild flowers are always in the withering period. I can't remember and look down on them. Roses are the ones I have cared for with all my heart. Yes, the flowering period lasts forever and never fades, do you understand roses?"

Song Mian blinked, and when Jiang Zhou described him as a rose, she suddenly became shy, blushed to the tips of her ears, hummed like a mosquito, her mind was full of roses.

He lowered his head, his eyes glued to the firecracker crumbs on the ground, refusing to move.In fact, he didn't mean to be jealous or anything, he just wanted to ask about the situation, but Jiang Zhou was too foul, and every word he said pierced people's hearts, like honey.

Jiang Zhou didn't order much, there were six in a drawer, crab roe and shrimp.The two didn't enter the shop, and asked the boss for two pairs of chopsticks to eat while walking.

"Slow down," seeing Song Mian put the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth without any defense, Jiang Zhou hurriedly said, "It's hot just out of the pot!"

However, it was still a step too late, Song Mian's tongue shrank, and he said aggrievedly, "It's burnt to death."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Resignedly, he took out a paper towel and folded it into a square shape, twisted a bottle of mineral water and poured out some water to soak the paper towel, and pressed Song Mian's tongue, "Press it, put it down after 5 minutes."

"Oh." Song Mian hummed and chirped in response.

This pan-fried dish is delicious, with a thin layer of skin, crispy yellow in color, and bursts open with a light bite. The soup inside is rich and tastes particularly fresh.

The sky was getting darker, and a row of roads passed by, and the food stalls alone occupied many shops. The business was booming, and the two walked and ate all the way.

"Shui Shui Shui!" Song Mian stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth at Jiang Zhou.

There is a chicken chop shop at the corner of the alleyway, and the fragrance is far away.Song Mian couldn't resist the temptation, so he asked for a few strings of meat sausages, which were sprinkled with chili powder, and he had to drink a sip of water after every bite.

Jiang Zhou unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle unhurriedly, and put the bottle mouth to Song Mian's mouth as if no one was there.

At this time, several cruise ship operators in the distance yelled to open the way, and tourists sat on the ancient wooden boats together, screaming excitedly.

There are noisy lights of historic sites and famous images everywhere, and the uneven bluestone road is under the feet. Along the way, there are small shops with similar styles and simple decorations, selling some brightly colored gadgets.

The streets are full of red lanterns, swaying with the wind, and the lights are flickering as far as the eye can see, adding a little smoke and fire to the mountain pond.

On the brightly lit street, there was a shabby store with few people. The dimly lit narrow store attracted Song Mian's attention.

When I first entered the store, I saw a few small stone jars with strange shapes.The body of the vat was engraved with densely packed words and patterns, but because the light was too dim, Song Mian couldn't see what was written clearly after entering the vat.

"Is this an antique shop? Hey, look at this little cup, it's a little too ugly, can it be sold?" Song Mian casually picked up a bottle of unremarkable copper wine cup on the glass counter.The tip of this small wine cup is like a bird's beak, and the rim of the cup is concave and convex, which is quite stylish.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the wine cup and agreed with his description.

"Ahem." A white-haired old man wearing reading glasses stood up from behind the glass cabinet in the back row, bearded and staring, "Why can't it be sold!"

"Oh, there is someone." Song Mian hurriedly put down the wine cup, pulled off the hat of the sweater, and said with a smile, "Good evening, sir, have you eaten yet. Sorry, I owe you."

"Hmph." The old man snorted disdainfully, threw the folding fan in his hand, and staggered forward, "What are you looking at, the price will be doubled for you."

"Let's go, let's do as you please." Song Mian pushed Jiang Zhou into the shop, and whispered in Jiang Zhou's ear, "Let's take care of the business by looking around and buying something. This old man has a stubborn temper. You might not be able to sell anything for a day."

"What do you want to buy?" Jiang Zhou asked in a good-tempered manner without being angry when he was being pushed away.

"I don't know, just choose whatever you want, and buy it for you as a token of love."

Jiang Zhou was speechless and laughed. Since the two of them met, they have had countless tokens of love.He reasonably doubted what kind of gift this kid could call a token of love.

In the end, I picked two amulets, the size of strawberries, with red fabrics, and two birds on the front of the amulets with yellow silk threads.

"These two birds are embroidered quite alike." Song Mian flipped through the embroidery bag and looked back and forth, "Is it a sparrow?"

Blue veins popped out of the corner of Jiang Zhou's forehead, and he was so scorched by this terrific little embroidered bag that he didn't want to talk to him.

On the contrary, the old man couldn't listen anymore, bent over to search for something in the glass cabinet, and scolded angrily, "Mandarin duck! It's a mandarin duck! Idiot brat!"

"Mandarin ducks?" Song Mian shrunk her neck guiltily after having suffered a cultural loss, looked at the two mandarin ducks for a while, frowned and muttered, "But they really look like sparrows."

The two on this side stared at the amulet and thought about each other. After searching for a long time, the old man on the other side finally found two small nameplates, and tore off two pieces of notebook paper and pushed them in front of them. Don’t write too long on this piece of paper, just engrave it on this nameplate and put it in the kit.”

"Hey, is it so fun?" Song Mian picked up the two small gold nameplates, looked at them, and said to Jiang Zhou, "Otherwise, let's switch, I'll write for you, and you will write for me, okay?" good?"

Jiang Zhou took out two pens from the pen holder on the side, and hummed.

Song Mian took the pen and turned away mysteriously, not to let Jiang Zhou see it, nor to let the old man see it.After deliberating for a while, he wrote:

God, please bless me to keep the flowering period forever, I want to be Jiang Zhou's bright little rose forever.

Jiang Zhou didn't think much about it. He lowered his head and scratched the pen tip on the paper. He wrote:

On November [-], it was sunny.Under the vast starlight, Qili Baigongdi is brightly lit.You and I, dressed in the wind and the moon, walk on this bluestone road amidst the noise of the crowd.

The old man did not let the two of them see what was written on the nameplate. After the amulet was finished, he hung it around his neck with a thin chain made of red thread. After he left the shop, Song Mian asked Jiang Zhou , "Brother, what did you write?"

Jiang Zhou straightened the twisted thin chain around his neck. The boy had a slender and beautiful neck. Wearing a thin red chain made his complexion even more fair.He curled his lips imperceptibly when he heard the words, and said, "Secret."

……

Probably because of the weekend, there are abnormally many people in the streets at night.There will be a small light show on the other side of the small square, and there are already many people standing on the stone bridges at this moment.

Difficult to squeeze out of the crowd, the two found a small stone bridge far away from the small square, there was no one there, only two green colored lights illuminated in the night, it was quite quiet.

Fortunately, the view is good. Although it is far away, it can still see the scenery on the other side of the small square.Song Mian squatted first, then shook his legs for a while, seeing Jiang Zhou standing up straight with his hands in his pockets coolly and handsomely, he slowly stood up again.

The wind was very strong at night, and the hula was blowing.With a few dizzy thoughts in her mind, Song Mian took off her peaked cap and put it in her schoolbag, brushed her hair disheveled by the wind a few times, licked her lips, and finally mustered up the courage to pick up Jiang Zhou and put it in her trousers His left hand wrapped around his neck and put his hand on his shoulder.

The posture changed from standing shoulder to shoulder to leaning on shoulders in an instant.Due to the close proximity, the hot air from Jiang Zhou's nose patted on Song Mian's ears.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhou did not struggle or withdraw his arms, but stood quietly in this posture.

The breathing is lingering and mixed, and even the people around you can feel when they breathe and exhale. The air is full of indescribable ambiguity, and the noise and prosperity in the distance seem to be derailed from this place.

Song Mian blushed and her heart was beating, she secretly glanced at Jiang Zhou out of the corner of her eye, but saw Jiang Zhou pursing her lips tightly, thinking that her heart was not much calmer than him.

Song Mian suddenly relaxed, raised her head and asked him, "Brother, I want to ask you a question."

Jiang Zhou's eyes rolled, lowered slightly, and murmured, "Mmm."

"What is subjective initiative?" Song Mian said.

Jiang Zhou: "...Go find a book and read it yourself."

"Oh." The palms of the hands hanging on the hem of the trousers were sweaty, and the index finger couldn't help scratching the seam of the trousers. Song Mian thought for a while, and then said, "Is there really a rose that never fades?"

Jiang Zhou stared at a certain place in the distance, with sparkling flames in his eyes, the hand on Song Mian's shoulder suddenly moved, and the next moment touched the back of Song Mian's head.

The hand holding the back of his head exerted some force, causing Song Mian's head to slightly lift up.

Before Song Mian could react, Jiang Zhou quickly lowered his head, and pressed his lips against his forehead very lightly.

Song Mian widened her eyes in horror.

"No. Any flower will wither and fall all over the ground when it reaches the flowering period. But you won't, because I am full of love for you, and flowers that are watered and grown by love will not wither."

When Song Mian was blushing, he heard Jiang Zhou say this in his ear.

Hold……

Jiang Zhou's lips were a little cold, just a little cold, but Song Mian was really dizzy from being teased.

"Brother." Song Mian called out.

"Ok?"

"This isn't the first time you've fallen in love." Song Mian raised her head, "Why are you so good at it?"

Jiang Zhou burst into laughter when he heard the words, rubbed the soft hair on the back of his head, and said, "It's indeed the first time, because you are very good, so I can't help it."

Song Mian: "...Brother, lower your head." He patted Jiang Zhou on the back.

Jiang Zhou bowed his head obediently.

The moment Song Mian lowered his head, he immediately raised his head and put his lips on Jiang Zhou's.

Unlike Jiang Zhou's coldness, Song Mian's lips were hot and scalding.In addition to the high body temperature itself, there are also elements of excitement and shyness. His lips are burning like a branding iron.

The two of them had never kissed before, their lips were stuck to their lips like fools, they forgot to close their eyes, their breaths were flowing on each other's faces, between their noses, Song Mian's heartbeat was so fast that it couldn't be counted by numbers.

The sound of the crowd shouting suddenly came from a distance, accompanied by a few horns blowing, it was the start of the light show.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhou retreated first.

It's just that the head moved back a little, and the hot breath was still lingering around the faces of the two of them.He blinked, didn't speak, and turned his head to look at the lights in the distance.

Song Mianwu leaned her head on his shoulder, pursed her lips for a while, and then said, "You are better than me, so I can't help it."