please let go

Chapter 62

Jiang Chen walked out of the room the next day and saw the woman sitting on the sofa drinking rose tea. He thought about how to explain it, but his mother seemed to have forgotten what happened last night and didn't gossip with him.

"Mom, where are the grandparents?"

"Ah, the two of them went out for a walk." Tang Miao squinted and smiled, poured a cup of scented tea to Jiang Chen, and asked with concern, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Ah, maybe it's time to sleep...I didn't fall asleep for a long time last night." Jiang Chen sat down and took the teacup, rubbed his eyes and still felt a little sore.

"How old are you, and you still recognize the bed, how long have you slept, do you want to go back to sleep again?" Tang Miao brushed Jiang Chen's forehead hair.

Jiang Chen shook his head. Once he woke up, it was difficult to fall asleep again. He didn't experience insomnia in school. Maybe it was because he was too tired from studying?

After several days of fear, Jiang Chen was convinced that Tang Miao really did not pursue the matter of "wife". He couldn't hold back anymore, so he called He Chuan and said, "No, I'm just surprised that she usually loves gossip so much. Don't ask me anything this time?"

"You act like you want her to know."

"After graduation, I'll take the initiative to tell her..."

"Ah."

"Are you still working part-time? The Chinese New Year will be two days away."

"No, it's vacation."

"We don't even have a month's vacation, how can we pay you?"

"It's calculated by the hour."

"Chen'er, come out and post couplets!" Jiang Wenqing called out to him from outside.

"Let's not talk about it now, I'm going to post the couplet." Jiang Chen hung up the phone and left the room.

On the night of New Year's Eve, a family of five sat on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, Jiang Chen was holding his cell phone and immersed himself in chatting with He Chuan.

"Watch the Spring Festival Gala! Why is the young man just staring at his phone and giggling? Isn't this a good sketch?" Jiang Wenqing coughed and signaled Tang Miao with his eyes.

Tang Miao, who was sitting next to him, patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder, "Don't play with your phone all the time, you should spend time with your family during the Chinese New Year."

Jiang Chen didn't dare to turn on the screen for his mother to see, so he had to turn off the phone, but the phone kept receiving messages and the screen was always on.

The person who sent the message is also his family...

Jiang Chen raised his head to face the TV, but his gaze was always on the screen. He couldn't help but say after finishing a program, "Mom, many classmates sent me blessings, so I have to reply?"

Ye Jiu brought out a few bowls of glutinous rice balls from the kitchen with a smile, "It's Chinese New Year, why do you still care about the doll playing with the phone! It's okay, Chen'er, just play with you."

Jiang Chen hurriedly picked up his phone and continued to reply to messages.

[He Chuan]: It will be New Years in two hours, and they have started setting up fireworks here.

Jiang Chen looked out the window, no matter how bright the city lights were, they couldn't illuminate the dark night sky. It seemed that he hadn't seen fireworks for a long time.

[Jiang Chen]: I haven't seen it for a long time.

[He Chuan]: Want to see it?

[Jiang Chen]: I think so.

[He Chuan]: See you at the school gate at eleven o'clock.

Jiang Chen was fascinated by the news, are he going to watch the fireworks together?

Tang Miao handed the bowl containing the glutinous rice balls to Jiang Chen, "This glutinous rice balls must be eaten!"

Jiang Chen instinctively resisted the glutinous rice balls stuffed with sesame seeds, and hurriedly raised his hand to block the bowl and said, "I don't want it."

Tang Miao scooped up the glutinous rice balls with a spoon: "Come on! Eat slowly, you won't get tired of eating just one or two."

"Well...Mom, my classmate asked me to hang out..."

Jiang Wenqing hurriedly turned his head, "Which family's children don't reunite with their families during the Chinese New Year, what are they going out for?"

Jiang Yiming also disagreed, "Which classmate?"

Tang Miao put the spoon back into the porcelain bowl, "That's right...won't he be reunited with his family?"

Everyone's persecution made Jiang Chen speechless, and it took a long time before he hesitated and said: "I...let me go out..."

Only Ye Jiu asked kindly: "How long will you be back?"

Seeing that Ye Jiu had no intention of objecting, Jiang Wenqing said, "You're used to letting him out at such a late hour."

Jiang Chen said to the savior, "About twelve o'clock?"

Ye Jiu glared at Jiang Wenqing, "Chen'er wants to go out so much, she must be a very important friend!"

Jiang Wenqing usually turned to Ye Jiu, and he also relaxed: "Go out after eating the glutinous rice balls."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, looking at the six glutinous rice balls in the bowl, he felt his throat hurt, and he would feel uncomfortable all night after eating more than five.

"Dad...Chenchen can't eat that much..." Tang Miao also knew about Jiang Chen's situation.

Jiang Chen ignored it, brought the bowl in Tang Miao's hand, and put it into his mouth one by one.

His teeth bit through the soft skin, and the sweetness of the sesame exploded from it, hitting every corner of his mouth, making him sick with choking.

Tang Miao: "Slow down, hey! Don't be so anxious, be careful of choking."

Jiang Chen swallowed six glutinous rice balls together with the water in the bowl, and the sesame smell in his mouth lingered for a long time. He covered his mouth with difficulty to prevent himself from vomiting, "Then I'm going out, I'll call if I need something."

He stopped as soon as he opened the door, ran back to the room and wrapped the gray scarf around his neck, took the bracelet and ring and ran out.

Now every family is reunited, and there are almost no people on the street. Jiang Chen stood at the intersection for 10 minutes before waiting for a taxi.

Before there was enough time, he got in the car and told the driver his destination, and then sent a message to He Chuan saying that he was already on his way to the school.

The driver began to talk: "Go to school? Which school still allows students to go back on New Year's Eve?"

"I make appointments with people at school."

"Come out on New Year's Eve?"

"Yes."

"It must be an important person who can make you run out so late, right?"

At the mention of this, Jiang Chen remembered He Chuan's face in his mind. He buried the lower half of his face in the scarf, touched the ring on his hand, and said with tenderness in his tone, "Yes..."

"It's a pity, I didn't get a ticket for the Chinese New Year this time, and I won't be able to catch up with the New Year's Eve dinner when I take the bus back, so I might as well go around the street and get more customers." The driver added, "New Year, I walk The price is higher!"

"Ah."

Jiang Chen glanced at his phone. He Chuan hadn't replied to his message yet, so he was a little worried about whether he would come.

At the school gate, Jiang Chen got out of the car and said to the driver before closing the door: "Uncle, Happy New Year."

The car drove out of sight, leaving him standing alone at the gate of the school, with only the street lamps as company, and sent a message to He Chuan saying that he had arrived. After about 10 minutes, he neither received a reply nor anyone came.

When he was bored, he put his hands in his pockets to play while stepping on the shadow, and sometimes kicked the stones by his feet.

The sound of an engine came from a distance, and it became clearer and clearer until a black motorcycle stopped in front of him.

The man in black took off his helmet, put the helmet on the fuel tank, straightened his messy hair with his red hands, then stretched out his right hand and handed the other helmet to Jiang Chen. His face was extremely handsome under the street lamp, He Chuan smiled and showed a row of white teeth, "Let's watch the fireworks together, dear."

Jiang Chen looked at the red and purple hand and knew that He Chuan was not used to wearing gloves. He took the helmet with his left hand first, then held the frozen hand with his right, and wiped the ring on his ring finger with his fingertips. , exhaled a few hot breaths on Wu Zi's fingers, and kissed the back of his hand lightly, "Okay, dear."

After the two put on their helmets, Jiang Chen consciously put his arms around He Chuan's waist. He couldn't feel his muscles through several layers of clothes, and he was still a little disappointed, "Where did you get the car?"

"borrowed."

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"No."

"what?"

"It's a big deal that we die..."

"Shut up! Don't say inauspicious things during Chinese New Year."

He Chuan laughed: "Hold me tight." After speaking, he started the engine with his right foot.

The two who were close together continued to move forward in the cold wind, shuttled through countless sparsely populated streets, galloped through countless street lights, and reached the deserted mountain road.

He Chuan said from the front: "If your hands are cold, you can put them in my clothes."

No matter how cold it is, Jiang Chen is not willing to put his hand in to freeze him, "I'm not cold, where should I go?"

There are more and more trees as you go forward, and the surrounding woods release a dark and unique horror, and the narrow streets are filled with the sound of motorcycle engines.

Jiang Chen couldn't help hugging the person in front of him tightly, and countless questions arose in his mind.

When He Chuan came, did he also have to pass through these dark mountain roads?Will he be afraid?His hands must be cold, right?He just rode for an hour against such a wind?

Something brushed Jiang Chen's face, and he saw it was a scarf given to He Chuan.

One end of the scarf was brought to life by the wind, dancing wildly, but it was black that could make people feel at ease in the night.

The motorcycle left the village and came to the field, followed the path into the depths of the path, and finally stopped on a relatively empty concrete field.

Jiang Chen's hands were damaged by the wind for an hour, and his knuckles could not be flexed flexibly at all.He loosened his arms stiffly, and reluctantly let He Chuan out of his arms.

He Chuan got out of the car, held Jiang Chen's hands and blew hot air, frowned and said, "You still don't listen to me asking you to stick it into my clothes."

"You're cold, how dare I keep warm by myself!"

"Tsk." He Chuan took off his helmet and looked at his phone, "There are still a few minutes."

"Where will the fireworks be set off?" Jiang Chen also took off his helmet, looked around, saw that there were already clusters of sparks in the distance, "Is that it?"

"No." He Chuan didn't even look far away, and his eyes never left Jiang Chen's face.

There was no one around, Jiang Chen couldn't stand He Chuan's blazing gaze, so he kissed him on the cheek, and clicked his lips again, "The face is so cold."

There are no street lights on the empty concrete ground in the countryside, and motorcycle lights have become the only source of light.While the two were looking at each other affectionately, suddenly there were fireworks all around, as if it was daytime, and the light shone on the two of them moment after moment, as if they should have been blessed by the light.

He Chuan touched the hair next to Jiang Chen's ear with cold fingers, "Jiang Chen, remember, even if one day I break up with you, it must not be because I don't love you anymore."

The sound of fireworks roaring around, Jiang Chen saw He Chuan's mouth opening and closing, and he couldn't react to what he said, thinking that he heard it wrong, "Ah? What?"

The sound of fireworks is louder, and the mountains and plains are full of singing for the arrival of the New Year.

He Chuan stuck to Jiang Chen's ear and said word by word: "I say, I love you."

Jiang Chen smiled, as expected just now he heard it wrong.

How could He Chuan break up with him?

Fireworks of different sizes come from all directions, no matter what color they are, they are beautiful when put together. The firework closest to the two is based on yellow, and countless gorgeous small fireworks explode like hydrangeas.

There is nothing more romantic than kissing under the thousands of fireworks. The two kissed, and the light and dark alternated as if they had experienced countless nights and days, and it seemed that several springs and autumns had passed in a blink of an eye.

"Enough is enough!" Jiang Chen pushed him away and said no, but he couldn't resist He Chuan's tenderness, he kissed him for a while before letting go, and licked his hot lips, "If my mouth is swollen, how can I go back to work? "

He Chuan didn't seem to hear it, so he leaned over and let out an "ah".Jiang Chen also approached, wanting to repeat what he just said, "I said..."

He Chuan took the opportunity to peck again, and then looked successful.

"Grass." Jiang Chen laughed and cursed. He took out his phone, took a photo of the fireworks in the sky and sent it to his mother. He said "Happy New Year" by the way, and then put the phone back.

The sound of fireworks was too loud, and they couldn't hear clearly no matter how much they said, so the two simply held hands and looked up to admire the fireworks blooming in the sky, enjoying the unprecedented beauty in the early morning.

Jiang Chen shook He Chuan's hand and shouted loudly: "Make a wish!"

"what?"

"I—say—promise, a, wish, let's do it!"

"it is good--"

Jiang Chen closed his eyes and wanted to make a wish on the fireworks:

"May He Chuan be with you every day and every day."

He raised his eyes and looked to his side again. It was a side face that was always lingering in people's dreams. Jiang Chen pulled him into his arms and kept smelling the smell that belonged to He Chuan. Remember this man.

"What are you doing?" He Chuan opened his eyes and asked.

"It's nothing." Jiang Chen put his lips on He Chuan's earlobe, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

The fireworks didn't stop until one o'clock. Jiang Chen saw that the fireworks were still being set off somewhere in the front left, "Is this going to be set off all night?"

"In this case, I will send you back?"

"Ah."

When turning back from the original road and passing the winding mountain road again, Jiang Chen couldn't help asking: "He Chuan, are you afraid when you ride here?"

"afraid."

Jiang Chen hugged him even tighter, "If you're afraid, you'll miss me."

"I use you to teach?"

"Hahaha!"

When the two arrived at the school gate, before Jiang Chen got out of the car, he heard He Chuan say, "How about I take you home?"

"If you send me home again, it will be four o'clock when you get back." Jiang Chen got out of the car, asked He Chuan to take off his helmet, and kissed him again, "Call me when you get home."

"Okay." He Chuan rode a motorcycle out of Jiang Chen's sight.

It was too late, and there was no taxi after waiting for a long time. Jiang Chen was about to hail a taxi, but when he turned on his phone, he saw more than a dozen missed calls, all of which were from his mother.

it's over... it's over...

I promised to go home at twelve o'clock.

Jiang Chen hailed a car first, then went to make a phone call.

As soon as the phone was connected, before I could say "Hello", I heard my mother scolding, "Jiang Chen! What time are you looking at!?"

"Mom, it's not easy to take a taxi today...I'm on my way back..."

"Come back and settle accounts with you!"

When Jiang Chen arrived home, only his mother was sitting on the sofa. At this point, Jiang Wenqing and Ye Jiu should have gone back to their room to sleep. He approached the sofa obediently, and called out "Mom" very wisely.

"What time did you check?"

"Two forty..."

Tang Miao sighed, "Look at you, the New Year's Eve ran out and called you, but you didn't answer, which makes people so worried!"

"I went to watch the fireworks, but I didn't hear the phone ring..." Jiang Chen sat down, "Mom, the fireworks I sent you look good, don't they?"

"It's beautiful, where did you read it?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "I don't know either, my friend took me there."

"Following others without knowing where to go? I sold you, and you even counted the money." Tang Miao pressed Jiang Chen's forehead hard again with her finger, "Don't do this next time."

"Well, then I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Tang Miao yawned as she spoke, "If it wasn't for waiting for you, I would have gone to bed early." She suddenly remembered something, "You ate glutinous rice balls today, do you still feel uncomfortable?"

At this point, Jiang Chen realized that he didn't feel nauseated at all today, and he was a little shocked: "No."

"What did you go out and do? Can you cure this?"

Jiang Chen: "Just... just watched the fireworks..."

Is it because of the wind blowing for three hours?Or because he kissed He Chuan's mouth...

Tang Miao looked sleepy, stretched, and walked into the room.Jiang Chen took out his mobile phone, but he still hasn't received the news that He Chuan has arrived home.

After 10 minutes, He Chuan called, "I'm home."

"Well, are you sleepy? I'm so energetic now."

"I also."

"Let's chat." Jiang Chen didn't wait for He Chuantong to agree, and began to talk to himself, "I feel that after the holiday, I can't sleep well, and I don't know why."

"Could it be work and rest?"

"I usually go to bed at one or two o'clock at school, but I just can't fall asleep at home, and then I finally fell asleep. A little movement woke me up and I woke up again, but I slept soundly again at school."

"Wouldn't it be nice to sleep with me in your arms at school?"

This point cannot be denied, Jiang Chen nodded: "It makes sense."

"Okay, you go to bed early, and close your eyes if you can't sleep, good night."

Apart from the fact that he slept well because of He Chuan, Jiang Chen suddenly realized that there was also the light from the desk lamp.He dug out a desk lamp that hadn't been used for a year from the cabinet, plugged it in, turned it to the lowest setting, and then turned off the lights in the room.

It was no softer than the light of the desk lamp in the bedroom, but the inexplicable sense of familiarity made Jiang Chen close his eyes peacefully, and as expected, he slept peacefully that night.