Promised period

Chen Jue was standing in the middle of the square, not only was he dressed very handsomely, but he was also carrying a stiff and stylish tote bag in his hand.

Song Ke saw him from a distance, her heart missed a beat and then started beating violently, she forced herself to calm down for a few seconds before running over.When they ran, the two looked at each other, a certain person was playing cool with a straight face, and Song Ke refused to let him carry his bag.

"Stop doing this, I'm still angry and I'll tell you."

Song Ke chuckled: "Then I won't talk to you anymore, I'll talk about it when your anger subsides."

"Song Ke, you did it on purpose!"

"It was you who told me not to do this."

Chen Jue had no choice but to see the light plaid shirt in his coat at a glance, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, slowly opened the coat lapel with two fingers: "What's in here."

Song Ke hurriedly dodged: "Pajamas, can't you tell?"

Because he came out in a hurry, he was still wearing the old blue and white pajamas at home. The style was indeed quite rustic, but the fabric became soft and comfortable after washing more times.

Chen Jue said: "I'll buy you a good body tomorrow."

Song Ke turned her back: "You must be sick, who wants you to buy it."

The two walked side by side into the ice and snow.

A black car was randomly stopped on the side of the road. After getting in, there were already two people sitting in it, so they had to sit separately, one in front and one in back.Song Ke skillfully bargained with the driver in dialect, and Chen Jue, who was in the back row, was terrified because he was afraid that the driver would be upset and throw them both into the snow.

After getting off the car, Chen Jue squinted at him: "I can't see that you are quite diligent and thrifty, but you are a person who knows how to live."

Song Ke pretended not to understand his implication, picked up the bag and left without squinting, while Chen Jue was trying to keep him from carrying it.Finally, at the bottom of the corridor, I ran into Aunt Zhao who was back from shopping, and Song Ke stopped to say hello: "Aunt Zhao."

Chen Juegang was still doing his hands and feet, and immediately stood at attention when he heard the words.

"Hey." Aunt Zhao agreed with a smile, and then looked at Chen Jue curiously, "This is yours..."

"Hello, Auntie." He looks like Zhou Zheng, and his ostentatious shout is even more attractive to the elders, "I am Song Ke's friend, and I have nowhere to go during the New Year, so I come to his house to celebrate the New Year with him."

Aunt Zhao looked at Song Ke in surprise and joy: "A friend you met in the city? Okay, okay, he looks like a sensible young man. Why doesn't he have a place to go?"

"My parents are abroad, no one cares about me." Lying and not drafting, but Aunt Zhao felt very sorry for it, "I'm sorry, that's just right, it's the same with good friends celebrating the New Year, just as lively."

It's not right for Song Ke to go away, it's not good if she doesn't go away, it's embarrassing to stick there.On the contrary, Chen Jue didn't recognize life at all, and helped the family to carry all the vegetables home, talking and laughing along the way, which made Aunt Zhao very happy.

Song Ke took out the keys at the door, but Chen Jue stopped him abruptly, brushed his hair, smoothed his coat, wiped the mud off his boots, and then said, "Open the door."

Song Ke thought it was funny.

After entering the door, Chen Jue looked around: "Why... your family is not here?"

"It's not that I'm not here, but I'm the only one left in my house." He hung the keys on the wall, took off his coat, and there was not much sadness on his face. .”

For some unspoken reasons, Song Ke didn't ask about Chen Jue's family affairs, and Chen Jue didn't ask him accordingly.So it was only then that Chen Jue knew that Song Ke's parents were no longer there.The reason why I don't want myself to come to his house is not for any special reason, but because I don't want myself to feel sorry for him, living alone in such a dilapidated old house.He would rather spend the loneliest Spring Festival alone, and he doesn't want the sympathy of others, especially that person is Chen Jue, who has a good background and was loved by his family since he was a child.

But Chen Jue didn't care about these things, not because he didn't care after persuading himself, but because he didn't care about it from the bottom of his heart.He was even very happy, glad that Song Ke cared about him so much, glad that Song Ke cared about his opinion of him.

The previous haze was swept away, and Chen Jue suddenly became happy.He first ordered Song Ke to find a set of comfortable clothes for himself, and after choosing the clothes, he pretended to put them on reluctantly. Then he pretended to be shivering from the cold while eating the leftover biscuits from yesterday, so as to order Song Ke to give him the clothes. After boiling water and filling the hot water bottle, Song Ke was so angry that she said, "You go back, go back now."

"Go back, can you pay me for the fare? Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I crashed the car on the way here, just the Porsche."

While talking, he ate biscuits with chopsticks in a particularly stinky way, and the crumbs fell all over the floor.Song Ke stuffed the filled hot water bottle into his arms: "Do you know how to drive?"

"Why do you feel bad about my car, or do you think mine is yours, so that's why you feel bad?"

In terms of bickering, the two were originally indistinguishable, but because Chen Jue was even more shameless, Song Ke occasionally fell behind.

Anyway, people are here, so there is no need for nothing.In the afternoon, Song Ke took him to clean up together, starting from changing sheets and quilts, cleaning windows, sweeping cobwebs, and repairing table legs. Chen Jue did all the dirty and heavy work.Three hours later, Chen Jue was so tired that he couldn't do it anymore. My ears and eyes are almost blocked by dust.

Not long after she finished speaking, Song Ke walked up to him and knelt down, hugging her knees and observing his face.He was horrified at the sight, and was about to ask what this was for, when his left ear suddenly felt itchy.

It was Song Ke who leaned over and blew.

He went into cardiac arrest.

"Okay."

Almost the second after Song Ke stood up, Chen Jue jumped up like a leopard, and strangled his waist from behind: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." But the roots of the ears were red, "If you say there is dust, I'll blow it up for you."

Chen Jue was a little speechless for a while, his chest was pounding and throbbing, his arms were as tight as steel bars, but his mouth suddenly became clumsy: "You...you..."

You come and you go, you don't make a name for yourself.

Shame, shame, 28 years of undefeated love, but today Chen was defeated in a mere breath.After Song Ke broke away and escaped, he beat his chest and stamped his feet in hatred, hey, he should have just--!

"Hello." Song Ke called him from the kitchen.

He choked and responded obediently: "Huh?"

"Are you still eating?"

"Oh."

So he walked over dejectedly, and saw the empty refrigerator and the drawer with only half a handful of dried noodles left.

"You won't let me eat noodles when it's Chinese New Year?"

Song Ke turned her back, leaned against the old pool, and lowered her head to stroke a few shallots that were about to become bald. "I didn't know you were coming, and I didn't prepare anything in advance."

"You can't do this alone."

How can a dignified prince eat dried noodles, at least it must be instant noodles that cost two yuan a pack, the kind with intestines.But today is the New Year's Eve after all, and the canteen downstairs is closed. The weather is so cold, and I don't want to walk two kilometers to the supermarket.

After much deliberation, he conjured a bottle of precious Moutai from his bag like a magic trick, and went downstairs to Aunt Zhao's house to pay New Year's greetings.Aunt Zhao and the others are responsible people. When visiting relatives and friends during the New Year and holidays, they will send boxes of milk and bags of sugar. It is a little frightening to receive this kind of wine.

After getting a few ready-made New Year's dishes, Chen Jue left satisfied, but Song Ke, who was watching the whole process, couldn't laugh or cry.Thinking that he brought the wine for himself to drink, Song Ke teased him: "Don't you feel sorry for giving away such a good wine?"

He said disapprovingly: "This wine was originally brought for your father, and it is suitable for Aunt Zhao and the others. I am really grateful to them for taking such good care of you."

"Don't put gold on your face," Song Ke's voice became softer, "Who wants you to thank you."

"If you have the ability, don't eat it!"

No way, because the freshly baked rolls are too soft, the steamed braised pork is fragrant, the fried fish nuggets are golden brown and crispy, and even the pickled sour plum meat is mouth-watering.

The conditions were so poor that there was no decent dining table, so the two washed their hands with biting cold water, then set up a foldable table and sat on a small bench, rolling up their sleeves and eating under the incandescent light bulb in the living room.Chen Jue ate especially fast, it could be said that he devoured it voraciously, and Song Ke was afraid that he would choke her.

"Can you eat slowly, no one will grab you."

He raced against time to raise his head: "I'm hungry, I'm starving to death, I haven't eaten all day."

I don't even think about how difficult it is for him. He didn't sleep well the day before, so he got up this morning and rushed to the bus stop. After a long journey, he worked hard for several hours.Song Ke felt both funny and distressed, but didn't know how to express it, so she got up silently and poured him a glass of water.

I can’t really remember anything else. I just remember that the Spring Festival Gala that night was very interesting. The singing, dancing and magic tricks were all novel, and the cross talk was also very exciting. The two of them were sweating with laughter while holding a hot water bottle. Chen Jue was so excited that he followed Sang several songs.

In fact, he didn't sing very well, his voice was dull, but Song Ke liked it very much, so much that he didn't want him to sing it to others.

It wasn't until 11:30 p.m. that he clamored for a shower.

It is indeed a little inconvenient to take a bath, but Chen Jue needs to take a bath every day, and Song Ke knows this.And because he had ridden in a car and done work today, he was sweating, and he couldn't do without washing.

So Song Ke went to boil two big pots of hot water for him, put the cold water in a plastic basin, and asked him to come over after testing the temperature of the water with his hands.Chen Jue took a tub bath for the first time in his life, but he didn't complain. Instead, he comforted Song Ke with words: "This time, my mother can't say that I haven't suffered. I will tell her when I go back, I have eaten, no Bitter."

Song Ke walked out of the bathroom with a dull head, closed the door and still did not leave for a long time, her heart was sweet and sour, and she was dazed, feeling that this was not the life Chen Jue should live.

There was a soft rattling and rattling sound inside, it was the sound of him rubbing his body with a towel dipped in water, and after a while, a small tune floated out leisurely, it was him humming inside.

At night, the two of us huddled under the quilt, with the hot water bottle stuffed under our feet, but the TV in the living room was not turned off.

After the countdown to twelve o'clock, five, four, three, two, one, the host raised the volume to celebrate the arrival of the new year.Chen Jue hugged Song Ke who was wearing old pajamas, bit his ear and confessed vaguely: "I really like you."

This kind of body language is roughly equivalent to: just follow me.

Song Ke blushed like a fire, and her forehead felt hot.Turning over passively, Chen Jue looked straight into his eyes, without giving him any chance to escape.

"Chen Jue, I—"

Not suitable for you.

Before these words were uttered, Chen Jue's lips were already pressed up.

Some brutal but gentle kisses devoured reason without being refused.Fireworks bloomed one after another outside the window, the night suddenly brightened like day, and the face in front of me was clearly visible.

I have known each other for fourteen months, and I finally expressed my heart.Even at this moment, Chen Jue's patience is still surprisingly good.He pressed Song Ke into his arms, and the fragrance of toothpaste between his lips and teeth slowly came over, as did the warmth of his body.The four lips stick together, obviously they should be unfamiliar, but Song Ke just feels familiar, and feels that this is what Chen Jue should give him, and it should also be taken away from him.

They have liked each other for a long time, so long that they have just been together, and their relationship is so deep that they dare not think about separating.

After kissing for a while, Chen Jue let go of him, panting lowly: "You fascinated me when we met for the second time. You peeked at me behind the curtain and thought I didn't know? And the perfume was obviously bought by myself, little girl." You want to fool me without throwing the ticket, what do you mean, afraid that I think men wearing perfume are hypocritical? You are not hypocritical, you are just cute."

The fireworks were set off thumpingly, Song Ke's heart was also pounding, and her body trembled slightly.I can't listen to Chen Jue's words anymore, and I can't hold it anymore, so I tightened my clothes and began to kiss back vigorously.