Chu Jiari held an ice cream to Chu Chuan's lips, blocking his gaze. Jiang Yiyou turned his head to the side, staring intently at Chu Chuan's hand that naturally fell beside him.
The crowd was bustling, and soon Chu Chuan's hand was also covered from sight. He wanted to look back in disappointment, but the person standing beside Chu Chuan took a step forward. Suddenly, Jiang Yiyou opened his eyes wide and saw—
That hand slowly raised up, catching the ice cream in Chu Jiari's hand.
The sound of the guitar came to an abrupt end, and he sat down on the stone chair in the shade holding the guitar in his arms, took out a lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the sugar coating and put it in his mouth.
He didn't want the mints he gave, but Chu Jiari wanted the ice cream. Mingming doesn't like sticky sweets like ice cream, and he used to eat Watson's mints when he quit smoking.
From this point of view, he probably lost because he didn't do what he liked, but because the person who gave the candy held more weight in Chu Chuan's heart than the person who gave the ice cream.
Even his childhood sweetheart was far inferior to him. Jiang Yi rested his chin on the handle of the guitar, looked helplessly at the distant river and sighed.
He also missed the thoughtful look in Chu Chuan's eyes.
While licking the ice cream, Chu Jiari complained angrily about Jiang Yiyou's lingering ghost. Chu Chuan ate the ice cream in his hand in two or three bites, frowning, took out a box of candies from his pocket, and threw one into his mouth, "Eat it yourself in the future, don't buy it for me."
Chu Jiari pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the green candy box in his hand, "Brother Chuan, why do you want to quit smoking all of a sudden?"
Chu Chuan paused with his hand on the candy box, and it took a long time before he answered him in a perfunctory manner: "If you want to quit, you can quit. Where are there so many reasons?"
Chu Jia believed it to be true, and didn't ask any more questions, obviously being fooled just like that. Chu Chuan subconsciously raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. In fact, even he has not figured out why he suddenly wanted to quit smoking.
Although he is not very addicted to smoking, anyone who comes into close contact with him can smell the faint smell of cigarettes on his body. It's just that he has been staying in the group of boys, and almost everyone around him smokes, and he doesn't care about such trivial things.
Chu Chuan was surprised for a second. In a sense, the answer he told Chu Jiari just now can be regarded as the truth from the heart. He didn't know why he wanted to quit smoking, but on that day, he suddenly had such an idea.
Instinctively realized that it was time for him to quit smoking.
After the sun went down, Jiang Yiyou and Evan put away their guitars, finished their role-playing street singers, and sat down on the bank of the river with their guitars on their backs. Waiting for a grand fireworks.
The last time I watched fireworks amidst the noise and crowds was in the United States. On July's Independence Day in the United States, the city where the university is located prepared a huge fireworks display to celebrate.
Jiang Yi, an Asian born and bred in China, mixed with blond Americans, climbed to the highest point in the city, waiting for a splendid but fleeting fireworks.
It can be regarded as fulfilling his regret. Even if it comes one after another, there are even greater regrets. The person who should have been by his side not only did not know him, but was separated from him by a hemisphere, a vast ocean, and a fourteen-hour time difference.
When I traveled to Japan with Chu Chuan, it was the summer vacation in July and August, and I was lucky enough to meet the Japanese summer fireworks festival.
It's just that on the day of the fireworks festival, Jiang Yiyou missed it because he overslept. Before getting into bed, Jiang Yiyou specifically told Chu Chuan: "Wake me up two hours before the fireworks festival starts."
Chu Chuan was lying on a deck chair in the courtyard basking in the sun. At sunset, he got up and went to the bedroom to wake Jiang Yiyou up. He called his name, but no one answered. Called again, still no one answered.
Chu Chuan walked to Jiang Yiyou's tatami and sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hand and patted the other person's face, and said softly: "Jiang Yiyou, the sun has already set. If you don't get up, you will be late."
Jiang Yiyou closed his eyes, rubbed his face against Chu Chuan's generous palm, and muttered unconsciously: "Brother Chuan, don't bother me."
Chu Chuan didn't hear clearly, leaned down with one hand on the floor, turned his ear to his mouth, "What did you say?"
Jiang Yiyou pursed his lips in his sleep, and subconsciously kissed the other party's ear, then unconsciously raised his arms around Chu Chuan's neck, and pressed down suddenly.
Chu Chuan didn't notice, and was directly pressed on Jiang Yiyou's body.
Chu Chuan: "..."
Looking at the faint blue shadows in his eyes, Chu Chuan stretched out his thumb, and with a little force on his fingertips, he scraped across Jiang Yiyou's eyes. Then sighed silently, took off Jiang Yiyou's arms around his neck, turned over and got off him, lifted his quilt, and squeezed in without explanation.
A hand wrapped around Jiang Yiyou's waist from behind, pressed him into his arms, and then closed his eyes.
When Jiang Yiyou woke up, his vision was pitch black, only the solitary moonlight was left walking on the window sill. His waist was hugged tightly, and half of the pillow was snatched away. The instigator slept soundly with his eyes closed, like a Sleeping Beauty.
Jiang Yiyou woke up suddenly, sat up with a yell, turned over and rode on Sleeping Beauty's chest, pinched both sides of Sleeping Beauty's cheeks angrily.
Sleeping Beauty woke up leisurely, touched the protruding butterfly bone on his back with both hands through the thin cloth, rubbed it back and forth twice, and then pressed the man on her chest, "It's late at night, don't be honest when you sleep. what?"
Jiang Yiyou raised his waist, but failed to get up from Chu Chuan, so he could only bite his lower lip and grind his teeth as if venting his anger, "Didn't you tell me to wake me up?! Not only did you not call me, Also snatched my pillow and quilt!"
The more he said the accusation, the more aggrieved he became. Thinking that he might just miss the only firework festival in his life, Jiang Yi was so angry that his eyelashes twitched, full of grievances.
Chu Chuan's heart moved when he saw it, and he stretched out a finger to pluck his eyelashes, which were as thin as cicada's wings, and said absently: "Then make it up to you now."
Jiang Yi was stunned, his sleepy head couldn't turn the corner, "... how to make up for it?"
Chu Chuan: "I'll show you another firework."
Jiang Yi was pleasantly surprised at first, and then puzzled. Wait, when will Brother Chuan play romance? Is this still his boyfriend? Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to touch Chu Chuan's face in fear, and then felt relieved.
He wanted to put his hand down, but Chu Chuan held his wrist firmly and pressed down on the opponent's body. Jiang Yi was stunned as his hand was hot and stiff.
Chu Chuan hugged him and sat up, snorting, "Want to see it? Fireworks."
Jiang Yiyou crawled out of Chu Chuan's arms in panic, "Don't watch, don't watch."