On the day of New Year's Eve, Su Xian cleaned the house inside and out. Looking at Su Changlin who was strolling around leisurely with his hands behind his back, Su Xian wanted to stuff the broom into his hands, but he had to give up because he was the eldest.
After dinner, the man, who was as tired as a dog, sat on a small bench in the yard, holding the roasted sweet potatoes he had just pulled out of the stove, his mouth full of black food. The continuous sound of firecrackers hit his eardrums, and a cool breeze passed over his nose. Su Xian sniffed his nose, wiped the residue on his mouth, and looked up at the colorful sky.
After staring at the colorful fireworks for a while, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Su Xian wiped his black hands on his apron and took out the cell phone from his pocket.
The hustle and bustle outside has nothing to do with her. She only appreciates it but cannot empathize with it. Loneliness and desolation always appear when it is the busiest. Su Xian has become accustomed to it.
Zuo Yueyao's text message made her feel a little warmer at the moment. Thousands of miles away, there was someone she could miss.
Zuo Yueyao: Girl, Happy New Year, what’s your New Year wish
Su Xian: No.
Zuo Yueyao: Make a wish? Maybe it will come true.
Su Xian: Then I hope I can make a lot of money in the future.
Zuo Yueyao: That’s it
Su Xian: Well, isn’t it very real
Zuo Yueyao: It is indeed very real.
The TV was in his father's room. Su Xian didn't want to smell the pungent smell of tobacco, so he simply decided not to watch the Spring Festival Gala. After a simple wash, he went into his room, took off his clothes and went to bed. After wrapping himself tightly with a quilt, he took out a book from his bag and started reading.
Her Spring Festival is always filled with amazing longing. Other people’s reunions and excitement are all for others, while Su Xian is only accompanied by books.
Later, Zuo Yueyao called. As soon as Su Xian answered, he heard a noisy sound on the phone. It must be that there were guests at home.
So the call was in vain, and Zuo Yueyao quickly hung up the phone amid the elder's shouting.
In this situation, what would a normal person do? They would probably get upset, but Su Xian didn't. She firmly believed that she was a very generous and sensible girlfriend.
When she woke up the next day, Su Xian's phone received many New Year's greeting messages, all from people she knew, even including He Xinwan. Su Xian replied to them one by one with an apology.
She originally wanted to wait for the New Year's bell to ring and send a blessing text message to Zuo Yueyao, but plans could not keep up with changes, and when the New Year's bell rang, she had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Among all the text messages, there was one from Wen He.
Happy New Year.
In response to Wen He's timely blessing, Su Xian silently replied: Thank you, Instructor Wen, and Happy New Year.
There were no more text messages from Wen He. He was like an ordinary friend without much conversation. Su Xian once suspected that he was sending group messages.
On the second day of the Chinese New Year, Zhou Changlin put on the new coat that Su Xian bought for him and went out to play cards early. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Su Xian to take good care of the house.
Su Xian looked around the simple items in the house and wondered, is it necessary to look at this house as well
Reading is the best way for Su Xian to pass the time. Her father didn't come back for lunch at noon, so she ate something quickly by herself. After she cleaned up the dishes, Zuo Yueyao suddenly called her.
He raised his finger and pressed the answer button, and turned on the speakerphone. The clinking sound of dishes and Su Xian's "Hello" reached Zuo Yueyao's ears at the same time.
“After getting off the bus in town, I forgot whether I should go left or right on the road to the village.”
Su Xian stopped what he was doing, confused.
"Girl, aren't you going to pick me up?"
The chopsticks in his hand fell into the sink with white foam. Su Xian was stunned for a long time: "You?"
The person on the other side seemed to be laughing, and his tone was so gentle that it made people sink: "You just reacted now, aren't you a little stupid?"
Su Xian took a deep breath and quickly wiped the water stains off his hands. "Wait for me! Wait for me!"
She took off her apron, ran into the room, took off the middle-aged coat, found a cream-colored coat from the closet and put it on, carefully checked if there was any eye boogers in the corners of her eyes, and then rushed out the door.
After running a short distance, he turned around and went to his neighbor's house, and shouted to the neighbor's yard: "Uncle, can you take me to town?"
The middle-aged man who was called uncle poked his head out of the house and said, "Girl, why are you going to town now? There is no one in town on the second day of the Chinese New Year."
Su Xian stamped his feet: "Uncle, I have something urgent to do, can you take me there?"
Before she finished her words, the middle-aged man came out pushing a new motorcycle: "Girl, you want to go, of course your uncle has to take you, get on, sit down."
The motorcycle was driving neither slowly nor quickly, and it was driving steadily on the narrow concrete road. Su Xian raised her head from time to time to look at the road ahead to see when this distant country road would end. The biting wind blew on her tender cheeks, which was a little painful, but Su Xian felt nothing but happiness in her heart.
The surprise Zuo Yueyao brought her made her happier than throwing money into the piggy bank.
With transportation, it was much faster to get to town. As soon as the car stopped, Su Xian jumped out. The person who brought her here shouted at her, "Girl, where are you going? Uncle is waiting for you to go back together."
Su Xian quickly stopped and waved with a smile: "Uncle, you go back first, I have something important to do."
Because it was the second day of the Chinese New Year, there were very few people at the station. Su Xian saw Zuo Yueyao at the exit at a glance. He was wearing a black down jacket, carrying a bag, and looking down at his cell phone.
Su Xian grinned, ran over quickly, and hugged him: "I caught you!"
Zuo Yueyao's hands were imprisoned in her arms, unable to move. He smiled, revealing his white teeth: "I said, there will be compensation."
He always remembered what he said more clearly than Su Xian. Su Xian loosened his hand and held Zuo Yueyao's hand with both hands: "I feel embarrassed when you compensate me like this."
Zuo Yueyao touched her short hair that fluttered in the wind: "Do you miss me?"
"I miss you." Su Xian never knew what it meant to be subtle: "I miss you so much. How does the saying go? My clothes are getting looser but I will never regret it. I am exhausted because of you."
Zuo Yueyao pinched her cheeks, which had become rounder recently, and said jokingly, "You have indeed lost weight. You need to eat more."
Su Xian wrapped her arms around his waist again, not wanting to let go. "You didn't even send me a message before you came. It feels like a dream until now."
"I sent it." The sudden drop in temperature had no deterrent effect at all at this moment. The young lovers were embracing each other's warmth at this moment. When the people passing by in twos and threes looked at them, they understood as if they were experienced people and did not think there was anything strange.
"When?" Su Xian recalled carefully.
"I asked you, what is your New Year's wish?" Zuo Yueyao chuckled and said, "It's a pity that someone only cares about money."
Su Xian frowned and suddenly realized.
It turned out that he had wanted to see her at that time, and he was just waiting for her to say "I want to see you."
She didn't say it, but he still came, traveling thousands of miles, just for the so-called compensation.
Su Xian pouted: "Are you cold?"
"not cold."
"Are you hungry?"
“I ate in the car.”
"That"
"Girl." Zuo Yueyao changed his voice to a whisper.
"Um?"
"Stay with me tonight."
Su Xian's face suddenly turned red, and her little hands couldn't help but pick at Zuo Yueyao's clothes. How should she answer such a straightforward question
Zuo Yueyao pushed her away, looked at her shyness, and said with a smile: "This is not the same as that, what are you thinking about."
"I was just wondering." Su Xian denied guiltily: "Isn't one night a little short?"
Zuo Yueyao adjusted his backpack, took her hand and put it in his pocket: "I had to convince my parents to come out with great difficulty. I have to go back early the day after tomorrow. My relatives will come to visit by then. I promised to stay at home."
Su Xian had never experienced such a lively scene of relatives visiting. Although she was reluctant to leave, she would not force Zuo Yueyao to feel the same way just because of her loneliness and reluctance.
That night, they stayed at a travel agency in the town.
Although I have chosen the largest room, the layout of the room is not high-end due to the limited conditions in the town. There is a desk next to the bed, and the paint on the four corners of the desk has been knocked off, making it look a bit old.
The room was filled with a damp smell. Su Xian was very familiar with this smell, but she knew very well that Zuo Yueyao, who had lived a life of luxury, was probably living in such a simple place for the first time.
But Zuo Yueyao didn't seem to mind. He sat on the edge of the bed and waved at Su Xian: "Come here."
Su Xian walked over as he was told, feeling very embarrassed.
Zuo Yueyao held her and sat her on his lap: "Have you forgotten that when I lived in the village committee before, the room was even smaller than this one? I was used to it."
He could actually guess what was in her mind.
Su Xian bit her lip and hugged his neck: "Little brother, I can't help myself if you are like this."
Zuo Yueyao tapped her nose: "I want you to be unable to extricate yourself."
This was the first time that Su Xian had used such an ambiguous posture. Even though he felt nervous, he pretended not to care and changed the topic that had been lingering in his mind.
"When did you start liking me?"
Seeing that he was just looking at her and smiling, Su Xian pointed at him and said gloatingly, "You didn't fall in love with me at first sight, did you?"
Zuo Yueyao wrapped his hand around the thin and long finger: "Maybe."
"The song you sang at the welcome party was a confession of your love for me?"
Facing her somewhat smug smile, Zuo Yueyao doted on her and said, "Yes, it's a pity that someone doesn't know."
His palms were warm, and the scent of youthful hormones emanating from his body surrounded her tightly. Faced with such beauty, Su Xian swallowed hard and struggled to stand up from his thighs.
But he held her waist, and Su Xian couldn't move. Her eyes darted around, not knowing what to do next.