Jiang Ji didn't know why he came to Honglu Street tonight. Huang Ying had obviously hired a new resident singer, and he had hardly been here in the past month.
Qin Qingzhuo still hasn't replied to that message, so he probably won't reply.
Having already accepted this fact, why can't I help but look at the phone screen over and over again
Also, I have been holding the cigarette in my mouth for half an hour, why haven’t I lit it yet? What unrealistic expectations are I still holding on to
He was wearing earphones, fiddling with the lid of his lighter, looking at the stray dog across the street that barked at him from time to time.
Then he noticed that someone seemed to be coming not far away.
The dim street lights stretched the shadow very long, so the shadow came over, but the person had not yet come over.
Jiang Ji didn't turn around to look. He didn't want anyone to bother him now.
But the man didn't know what was good for him and walked towards him. He stopped a few steps away and looked at him.
He had wanted to stay alone and quiet, but now he had no choice but to turn around.
He frowned and was about to ask "What are you doing" in a bad tone, but when he turned around and saw that person, he couldn't say the words no matter what - the person standing a few steps away was Qin Qingzhuo.
Jiang Ji frowned, his face looked bad, and he had a cigarette between his lips. He looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with, and he just stood there in a daze.
For a moment he suspected that he was dreaming, otherwise why would Qin Qingzhuo suddenly appear on Honglu Street in the middle of the night
Could it be that what you think about during the day you dream about at night
After looking at each other for a moment, Qin Qingzhuo walked towards him step by step.
He didn't stop until he reached Jiang Ji, then raised his hand and took the cigarette from Jiang Ji's mouth.
"Smoking again..." Qin Qingzhuo looked at the cigarette in his hand and sighed slightly.
Jiang Ji stood up straighter and looked at him with his head slightly lowered: "No."
He saw that Qin Qingzhuo was wearing silver earrings on her ear bones today, which seemed to be shining under the street lights.
He realized that this seemed to be the first time he saw Qin Qingzhuo wearing earrings. They looked very beautiful, even better than he had imagined.
He half-heartedly raised his hand to touch it, but when he realized this, he put his fingers back into his pocket and clenched them gently.
"Why don't you smoke?" Qin Qingzhuo looked up at him.
The boy with dark eyebrows and eyes was a little thinner than a month ago, and his hair was a little shorter, but his eyes had not changed.
Straightforward and dark, as if it had weight.
"I don't know." Jiang Ji said after a moment of silence.
Qin Qingzhuo held the cigarette for a few seconds before asking, "What song are you listening to?"
Jiang Ji took off the earphone on his right ear and put it into his ear.
When his fingers touched his earlobe, it felt a little cold. Qin Qingzhuo suddenly thought of the third game, when he was in the bathroom helping Jiang Ji clean the coffee stains on his back. Jiang Ji did the same, and gently put the earphones into his ears.
But this time the song in the headphones was not his, but a British rock song. Qin Qingzhuo realized that he was actually a little disappointed.
Perhaps because he had drunk too much and his brain was not clear, he heard himself saying this thought: "It's not my song..."