The arrival of the first snow did not prevent the fireworks from blooming. When they arrived at the riverside, there were already quite a few people gathered there. The two of them found a spot on the outskirts and waited for the fireworks to arrive.
In the final ten seconds, the crowd began to count down spontaneously.
Jiang Xingzhou lowered his head slightly and indeed heard Song Ci also counting down quietly.
It was a Song Dynasty porcelain with a very ceremonial feel. Jiang Xingzhou smiled happily and helped her remove the snowflakes from her hat.
When the last three seconds came, Jiang Xingzhou also counted down.
When everyone's countdown reached "1", the next second a beam of bright light rushed into the sky, followed by fireworks.
In the crowd there were the shouts of children and the occasional low conversations of adults, and everything was filled with joy.
"Jiang Xingzhou! Happy New Year!"
Song Ci's pleasant voice came to my ears.
Jiang Xingzhou simply put away his phone and stopped recording, and replied to Song Ci: "Song Ci, Happy New Year!"
Song Ci took off her gloves, stretched out her two little hands that were not warm enough, and clasped them together in front of her. She looked into Jiang Xingzhou's eyes and said seriously, "I hope I can spend every New Year's Eve with you in the future."
The fireworks flickered, and the soft light shining on Song Ci's cheek also flickered, but Jiang Xingzhou could clearly notice the light in Song Ci's eyes.
He raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to wrap Song Ci's cold little hand, and responded seriously: "Every year has this day, every year has this day."
"Not only every New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve and all other holidays in the future, we will spend it together, Song Song, I love you."
Jiang Xingzhou pulled gently, then hugged Song Ci.
After a long while, Song Ci gave his answer at the bottom of his heart: "I love you too."
New Year's Day, first snow, fireworks.
In such an atmosphere, many young couples on the riverside were tightly clinging to each other. It was not surprising to see them hugging each other like this, after all, many of them were kissing.
The fireworks lasted for quite a while. The two hugged each other for a while, then Jiang Xingzhou let go of Song Ci and helped her put her gloves back on. They admired the fireworks for a while and left when the fireworks stopped.
There seemed to be a second wave, so not many people left. After a while, the two of them moved away from the crowd, and Jiang Xingzhou pulled Song Ci to the entrance of the park nearby.
There was a protruding cluster of flower trees there, and the originally bare branches were now covered with white snow, which could cover it up a little.
The two of them stood on the other side, blocked by the flowers and trees. With the lights from the park square in the distance, Jiang Xingzhou lowered his head and said, "Song Song, in this situation, give me a kiss."
Song Ci panicked instantly: "No, we are still outside, there are so many people."
"It's okay. It's dark, they don't know us, and many couples were kissing just now. Song Song, aren't you moved?"
Song Ci's face turned red instantly, but luckily she was wearing a mask and it was dark, so Jiang Xingzhou couldn't see anything because of the darkness in their location.
She was a little moved by what Jiang Xingzhou said, and this atmosphere seemed to be particularly suitable for kissing.
"How about this, Song Song, I'll block it for you."
Jiang Xingzhou opened up the folded part of his hat, so that his hat became much bigger and was more than enough to wrap the Song Dynasty porcelain inside.
He leaned forward and covered Song Ci's little head.
All he could see was darkness. Jiang Xingzhou asked in a low voice, "Is it okay?"
After a moment of silence, Song Ci said softly: "Yeah."
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help being excited. This was their first time kissing outdoors, right
The hand he raised was almost trembling. He first pulled down his own mask, and then pulled down Song Ci's mask little by little.
He didn't kiss her directly, but simply unzipped his pants and wrapped Song Ci in his arms.
Jiang Xingzhou put one hand on Song Ci's waist, while fixing his clothes to wrap Song Ci, and with the other hand pressed Song Ci's head into the range of his hat.
A cold kiss followed.
At this moment, the second wave of fireworks arrived.
The place where they were standing was just right to be illuminated by the fireworks.
The two of them only heard the sound, no one was in the mood to pay attention, both were immersed in the kiss.
Under the heavy snow, the two of them were kissing in the corner of the flowers and trees, hiding in Jiang Xingzhou's hat as if no one was around. Not far away were fireworks blooming wildly, and the flickering light shone on them. Everything was quiet and beautiful.
With a click, the picture froze.
The girl who happened to see this scene took a picture with trembling hands.
The next morning, #NewYearFirstKiss# was trending on the Internet.
A group of netizens were envious and jealous online, but they didn't know that the person involved was already sick in bed.
The next day, after Song Ci got up, Jiang Xingzhou was nowhere to be seen.
Now, she no longer asks reservedly on the phone, but just says "I'm coming in" at the door and pushes it open.
Jiang Xingzhou was still in bed, so Song Ci tiptoed over and leaned over the bedside, whispering, "Jiang Xingzhou?"
Jiang Xingzhou seemed to move his head but did not answer.
Song Ci noticed that Jiang Xingzhou's cheeks were a little red, so she reached out and touched it, and was immediately shocked by the temperature.
Then she moved her palm to Jiang Xingzhou's forehead, which was scalding hot.
Song Ci immediately panicked and hurried to find a thermometer.
After shaking off the mercury in the thermometer, she touched Jiang Xingzhou's cheek with her cold little hand. Jiang Xingzhou shuddered and woke up for a moment as if he had a last burst of consciousness, then closed his eyes again.
"What's wrong, Song Song?" he asked dazedly.
Song Ci said worriedly, "You have a fever, use this to measure it quickly, and I will take you to the hospital later."
"... Ouch." Jiang Xingzhou blurted out these words for a long while, but did not make any response.
He just felt dizzy, weak all over, and a little sore. He didn't want to move at all and just wanted to lie down.
Song Ci pursed her lips. Seeing Jiang Xingzhou like this, she had no choice but to do it herself.
"Then I'll put it in there for you." Song Ci said in a low voice.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't respond. She bit her lip and ruthlessly reached into Jiang Xingzhou's bed with the thermometer.
She knew her hands were cold, so she didn't put them directly on Jiang Xingzhou's body. Instead, she warmed her hands with the temperature in his quilt to make them less cold before she reached into Jiang Xingzhou's clothes.
She moved up cautiously, little by little, but before she reached her armpit, Jiang Xingzhou grabbed her.
Jiang Xingzhou opened his eyelids with difficulty and said weakly, "Song Song, stop making trouble. It's cold."
"You have a fever. Let me take your temperature." Song Ci said anxiously, and at the same time reached out with her other hand to take away Jiang Xingzhou's hand that was pressing on hers.
Her other hand was extremely cold, and Jiang Xingzhou immediately loosened the shackles with a start.
"Hiss..."
It’s so cool.
"Hurry up, then."
He reached out to grab Song Ci's cold little hand and wrapped it up to warm her hand.
"Put this hand here to warm it up."
Song Ci was not in the mood to be moved, and quickly put the thermometer in Jiang Xingzhou's armpit. She pushed Jiang Xingzhou's arm and said, "Hold it quickly."
"oh… "
Jiang Xingzhou clamped his hand between his armpits.
"Don't pull your hand away, Nuannuan, it will be convenient for you to get the thermometer later."
After saying that, he smacked his lips, turned his head inside and fell asleep again.
Song Ci's hands were handcuffed by Jiang Xingzhou in a strange posture.
However, Jiang Xingzhou had already put on the thermometer, so she breathed a sigh of relief and did not move. After all, it was enough to warm her hands.
So many people want to put their cool hands into their partner's bed in winter. Today she realized it, and her partner took the initiative.
Song Ci pursed her lips, trying not to let herself smile too happily.
Song Ci counted three hundred numbers silently in her mind before she took out the thermometer.
She pulled her hand out, took a look, and immediately panicked again.
"38.9℃!"
"Jiang Xingzhou, don't sleep anymore, wake up quickly," she pushed Jiang Xingzhou anxiously, trying to wake him up, "You have a fever, get up quickly and I'll take you to the hospital!"
"I shouldn't have asked you to open your clothes yesterday. I didn't have a fever, but you did. How come?"
It was the first time that Song Ci took care of a sick patient. She didn’t know anything and could only row the boat on the river with red eyes.
Jiang Xingzhou was shaken so hard that his brains were about to come out. His brain was already a pool of water, and after Song Ci shook it, it became a pool of mud.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Wake up, let's go to the hospital."
Jiang Xingzhou said weakly: "Song Song, don't cry, I'm not dead yet."
"What are you talking about! Pt. Pt. Pt. Pt.!" Song Ci hadn't cried yet, but she was so angry at his words that tears started falling.
Big tears slid down her cheeks and fell on the quilt, wetting a small piece of the quilt and deepening the blue color.
"Don't cry. I won't tease you anymore. I just have a headache. Stop shaking me." Jiang Xingzhou raised one hand with all his strength to help Song Ci wipe away her tears.
"Then get up quickly, let's go see a doctor and get some medicine. If that doesn't work, we'll just give you an injection." Song Ci sniffed, and she couldn't hide the crying tone in her voice.
Jiang Xingzhou's hands dropped down and he said, "I don't have the strength to put on my clothes."
"Then I'll put it on for you." Song Ci volunteered directly.
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and said with difficulty: "Isn't this a bit bad?"
"What's wrong with that? Look, your face is as red as a monkey's butt. Don't be so stubborn. I'll help you put it on. We'll go out to see the doctor together later."
As Song Ci spoke, he stood up and ran to the other side to get Jiang Xingzhou's clothes.
Jiang Xingzhou curled his lips as he came around the end of the bed holding the clothes.
"Song Song, change the adjective."
"What adjective? Hurry up and get dressed."
Song Ci's mind and eyes were full of thoughts about dressing Jiang Xingzhou. Since it was related to Jiang Xingzhou's health, she didn't care about being shy.
She reached her hand back into the quilt, touched Jiang Xingzhou's legs, and asked, "Is this autumn johns or pajamas?"
Jiang Xingzhou: “…”
Even though it was embarrassing, he still had to say it.
"long johns."
"Then you don't have to take them off. I'll help you put on your socks first so that it will be easier to put on your pants later."
She stuffed the pants into the quilt and said, "Warm up the pants first so they won't be cold when you wear them later."
Jiang Xingzhou was so shocked and frightened that he barely had the strength to hold up his head.
"No, Song Song, are you serious? Do you really want to put clothes on me?"
Song Ci noticed his movements and immediately went over to press his shoulders to push him back: "Hurry up and lie down. I'll dress you right away. We'll go out to see the doctor later."
Jiang Xingzhou: “.”
"Song Song, the socks are in my mouth."
Jiang Xingzhou tried his best to adjust his line of sight, and behind the tip of his nose were his socks.
Song Ci was tucking in the quilt for him, and as a result, the sock reached his right cheek again and brushed against his ear.
"Song Song, can't you just hold the socks and not do something else next time?"
Song Ci was also a little embarrassed. Her face turned red and she stammered an apology: "I'm sorry. I won't do it again next time."
"Okay, okay, then put on your socks." Jiang Xingzhou moved his flexible toes.
Jiang Xingzhou hadn't enjoyed the treatment of wearing clothes since he was three years old, and he was secretly looking forward to it.
Song Ci didn't say anything else, and took Jiang Xingzhou's socks and reached into the quilt again, and blindly put on two socks for Jiang Xingzhou's feet.
"How is it? Did you wear it in the right position? Is there any discomfort?" Song Ci asked.
Jiang Xingzhou felt it and found that the heel was not worn on the instep, so he replied: "No problem, thank you Song Song."
"Now let me help you put on your pants."
Jiang Xingzhou quickly pressed Song Ci's hand with his leg and refused: "No, no, I can do this myself. You just touched my socks and feet, go wash your hands."
After he finished speaking, he added stubbornly: "It's not because they stink, it's just because they are socks and feet. Go wash them. I feel full of energy now and can get up right away."
"Ah?" Song Ci was confused, with a dull expression.
Jiang Xingzhou swung his legs, rubbed Song Ci's palm, and urged: "Go quickly, go quickly~"
Song Ci was silent for a moment, then realized that her face was getting hot, so she compromised: "Okay then."
"Go~" Jiang Xingzhou looked at her with sparkling eyes.
Song Ci: "... loosen your legs first."
"Ahhh, sorry," Jiang Xingzhou raised his leg, "It's okay now, go ahead~"
Song Ci walked away, looking back every few steps. Jiang Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief and touched his burning cheeks. Even his eyelids were hot. He sighed and thought, "What a miserable life! Why did I have a fever?"
Without much hesitation, he used his foot to hook the pants that Song Ci had stuffed into the quilt for him to his hand, then reached out and touched the waistband, and blindly judged the front and back.
He bent his legs and put his feet in, then straightened his legs and put on his trouser legs. The waistband was pulled to his thighs, and he used a little strength to lift his waist, and the waistband was pulled up at the same time.
Wear your pants properly✓
He had to sit up to put on his clothes. Jiang Xingzhou propped himself up with a sad look on his face and put on his clothes one by one. After getting out of bed, he pulled up his cotton jacket and learned to be obedient.
When Song Ci pushed the door open, she saw him zipping up his pants. She nodded with relief, ran over, took his arm and led him to the bathroom.
"Go wash up."
"Hey... stop it, it's boring."
"Hurry up, I still need to see you."
"… All right."