At four in the morning, the snow started to get heavier.
When going out, Jiang Ji picked up a thin coat from the door.
Handing the helmet to Qin Qingzhuo, Jiang Ji saw that Qin Qingzhuo's face was pale, and his bloodless lips were slightly tight due to dryness, showing a glaze-like matte, which made him look like a delicate and fragile porcelain in the night.
He looked away, got on his motorcycle, put on his helmet and said, "It's too cold, drive your car."
Qin Qingzhuo hummed, put on his helmet, and sat astride him: "Where are you going?"
Jiang Ji didn't answer, but reminded him, "Hold it tight."
Qin Qingzhuo held his waist with both hands and moved forward little by little until he had his waist wrapped around him and laid on his back. Then Jiang Ji turned the accelerator and drove the motorcycle out with the roar of the engine.
Twenty minutes later, the motorcycle stopped at the door of Qin Qingzhuo's house. Jiang Ji turned off the engine and said, "Go inside and get the car keys."
Qin Qingzhuo took off his helmet, stepped out of the car, walked towards the stairs, but stopped after taking two steps.
"Jiang Ji," he turned around and looked at Jiang Ji and said, "I don't regret asking you to record your fingerprints."
He had been holding these words in his chest for a long time, and now that he had finally said them, he felt like he could breathe a little easier.
However, Jiang Ji did not react at all, just replied with a faint "hmm".
"Then do you want to go in together?" Qin Qingzhuo asked again, this time in a lower voice.
"I'll lock the car," Jiang Ji bent over to lock the car without looking at him, "You go get it."
After standing there for a few seconds, Qin Qingzhuo turned around again and walked towards the stairs alone.
After retrieving the car keys from the house, the two got into the car.
The car drove on the road and no one spoke to each other for a long time.
The car was completely silent without any music playing, and only the low roar of the engine could be heard.
The flashing neon signs along the way gradually became fewer and fewer until they disappeared from sight. The car drove into the suburbs. Looking at the familiar scenes on both sides of the road, Qin Qingzhuo suddenly knew where Jiang Ji was going to take him.
Jiang Ji also spoke at this moment: "Are you familiar with this road?"
Qin Qingzhuo responded with a "hmm".
Of course he was very familiar with it. Not only had he been here many times, but he also took this route when he took Jiang Ji to the music festival to relax.
However, he didn't understand why Jiang Ji brought him here - it was past four in the morning, and the music festival would never start at this time. If he wanted to watch the sunrise or sunset, four in the morning was not the right time.
There were few street lights on both sides of the road, and it looked pitch black from a distance, without the feeling of a wide view that I had when watching the sunset that day.
Being in it, one may even feel lost as to where the end is, and there is no way to relax at all.
"Why do you take me this way?" Qin Qingzhuo asked.
"I brought you here to commit suicide for love," Jiang Ji drove the car and looked ahead, "No?"
After the car drove forward for a while, Qin Qingzhuo said softly, "That's good too."
The two were silent for a while, then Jiang Ji asked, "Are you sleepy?" Qin Qingzhuo shook his head.
"Let's chat for a while," Jiang Ji said, "We still have a long way to go."
"What are you talking about?"