After saying this, the two fell silent again.
Qin Qingzhuo didn't know why he said that. When he was sober, he would never say such words to Jiang Ji. But maybe it was because he was drunk, or maybe it was because of the previous thought that "I can indulge myself on my birthday", which made him say whatever he thought.
A gust of cold wind blew over, bringing with it a chill, which sobered Qin Qingzhuo up a little and restored his sanity a little.
This shouldn't be the case, he thought, otherwise it would seem like he was deliberately keeping Jiang Ji hanging.
The spark burned the cigarette butt, and the time for a cigarette was up. Qin Qingzhuo thought it was time to leave.
"Then why did you come to Honglu Street tonight?" Jiang Ji asked following up on the previous question.
Qin Qingzhuo didn't answer this time.
"Is it because of me too?"
This scene reminded Qin Qingzhuo of that evening when Jiang Ji cornered him against the wall and interrogated him.
Jiang Ji was aggressive, but he answered the question irrelevantly.
"It's too late," Qin Qingzhuo lowered the hand holding the cigarette, "Jiang Ji, go back and rest."
After he finished speaking, he tried to pull his hand out of Jiang Ji's, but Jiang Ji noticed his intention and not only did he not let go, but he inserted his separated fingers between his fingers and held his fingers tightly.
"I went back and thought about what you said last time."
Qin Qingzhuo finally raised her drooping eyelashes and looked at him: "What?"
"About the two glasses of wine." Jiang Ji also looked at him, "I think you're wrong. If human feelings are really a glass of wine, then after drinking one glass of wine, you should pour another glass. The same goes for human feelings. When one period ends, you should sort out your mood and face the next one. The reason why the past is the past is because you should look forward instead of looking back."
He said, and waited for Qin Qingzhuo to respond.
But Qin Qingzhuo lowered his eyelashes again, hiding the emotions in his eyes so completely that Jiang Ji could not judge his inner thoughts.
"Let me tell you a story," Jiang Ji's tone suddenly became a little more relaxed, "It's about my childhood. Listen to it before you leave, okay?"
Qin Qingzhuo found that he still couldn't refuse Jiang Ji's request. He nodded: "You say."
"When I was a kid, I was sick for a while," Jiang Ji said in a deep voice, really talking about his childhood. "I had a severe cough, and the doctor prescribed me a Chinese medicine granule, which tasted very bitter. I didn't like it, so my mother prepared some candy for me, and every time I finished the bowl of medicine, she would reward me with a piece of candy.
"One time, she brought the medicine to me, but suddenly she had to go out for something urgent, so she put down some candy and asked me to finish it myself before eating. But as soon as she left, I ate the candy first, thinking that it would be the same if I finished the candy and then drank the medicine. But when I finished the candy, I went to drink the bowl of medicine, but found that it was more bitter than before, so bitter that I couldn't drink a single sip. Finally, before my mother came back, I secretly poured it out."
After he finished speaking, he chuckled lightly, as if mocking himself: "It's a boring story, isn't it?"
Qin Qingzhuo still didn't answer his question.
So Jiang Ji continued to talk to himself: "To me, you are like that piece of candy. Only when I forget that sweetness can I live like before. So actually I lied just now. I didn't smoke that cigarette because... I stood there, thinking that if you still didn't reply to the message, I would finish a cigarette and then find ways to completely forget you."