Seven or eight people made an appointment to go to the horse farm and set off on Saturday morning.
It is a private horse farm in the suburbs. It is a membership system for horse owners and is not open to the public. You can play by yourself, run laps and ride wild.
Jiang Wen leaned over the railing on the second floor and looked out for a while, then went down the stairs. A few people were afraid of the heat, so they gathered at a table in the room on the first floor to play cards.
He stopped and looked down at the hem of his clothes, which was hooked by Cheng Jiajia's hand.
"Well, can you accompany me to buy some drinks? I'm afraid I can't carry them all by myself." Her cheeks flushed and she spoke softly with a hint of coquettishness.
He didn't feel enthusiastic, nor too cold, and nodded nonchalantly.
As soon as the two men appeared in everyone's sight with a few bottles of drinks, sarcastic noises immediately arose.
Ji Chiyang smiled wickedly, "Sister Cheng, what do you mean by that? Why are you secretly asking your brother?"
Xi Gaoyuan's reaction speed was also first-rate, "Tsk tsk, why do I seem to smell the sour smell of love?"
Everyone kept talking, and Cheng Jiajia interrupted them, "What are you talking about? You just bought some drinks, what else can you do? You can even say such nonsense, you have such a rich imagination."
Seeing that she was getting anxious, they started to speak more and more without restraint, saying dirty words: "Oh, are you shy already? We are just asking casually. Besides, there is not enough time to ask you what to do."
Cheng Jiajia stamped her feet, "Why do you always make fun of me and Jiang Wen today!"
Everyone could hear that she used different tones when calling Jiang Wen's name.
Ji Chiyang asked seriously, "Who told you to always stick with Jiang Wen?"
Jiang Wen listened to the teasing and threw several bottles of drinks into their arms one by one, but did not say anything.
Zhao Binlin lay on the sofa and looked at them meaningfully.
We played until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon and were about to return. They drove two off-road vehicles.
Cheng Jiajia and Pei Shurou waited hand in hand until the end, but after the group of people got on their cars, they insisted on separating them and letting one girl get on each car to avoid being bored on the road.
They all stood there hesitating for a while, thinking about how to divide it. Pei Shurou pushed Cheng Jiajia towards the car where Jiang Wen was sitting, and said, "You get in that one."
It takes about two hours to drive back to the urban area of Nancheng. You have to go through the countryside. There is a section of road in the middle that is not repaired and is very bumpy.
Cheng Jiajia and Jiang Wen were both sitting in the back row, their arms bumping into each other's legs from time to time.
The person next to her closed his eyes and dozed off. She turned her head to look at the passing scenery outside the window, immersed in this vague little ambiguity.
Cheng Jiajia noticed that her phone was ringing and gently poked the back of his hand, "Jiang Wen, this is yours."
Jiang Wen was a little slow to open his eyes. It was a call from home. He perked up and picked up the phone, "Hello."
There was no music in the car and they were so close that Cheng Jiajia could vaguely hear a female voice speaking quite quickly.
Jiang Wen lowered the window a little to let the wind in. He moved the phone from his left ear to his right ear and answered twice in a low voice.
There was a fork in the road ahead, and the car turned suddenly.
Cheng Jiajia lost her balance and bumped into Jiang Wen's chest, her elbow resting on his hand.
His fingers were very cold. Her eyelashes fluttered and she stammered, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Wen didn't move, his expression was very calm, and he just hummed.
Most of the time, he is like this, turning a blind eye to everyone. But it is this indifference that makes people love and hate him.
Today was the weekend, and the streets of the city were full of neon lights and bustling with activity. It was the peak traffic hour, and the traffic was heavy. They turned into the underground parking garage of a shopping mall, parked the car, and walked to the night market to find food.
The atmosphere here is very lively, with stray cats and dogs running around, mosquitoes and flies flying around the garbage on the roadside. The streets are mostly full of people, and there are many barbecue restaurants on the street. It is a good time to eat lobster. But sitting around a table in this open-air food stall, with cold beer and cola, is very summery.
They are all used to eating delicacies from land and sea, and they all decided to come here to try something new.
At this time, the sun had set and it was completely dark. They randomly picked a restaurant that looked like it had good business and found a seat to sit down.
Maybe there were not enough people, and no one came to greet them for a long time.
Zhao Binlin sat down next to Jiang Wen and found him playing on his phone. He leaned over to see that it was Tetris. "You are a primary school student."
A boy slammed the table and shouted, "Is anyone here? Boss, are you open for business? Is there anyone who wants to order food?"
"Here it is, the menu is here."
Zhao Binlin tilted his head and took a closer look. He was surprised. "Feng Ning, why are you here?" He glanced at her clothes and asked curiously, "Are you working here?"
"Hey, you guys actually come to East Street to eat." Feng Ning was also quite surprised. He glanced at the people at the table and smiled. "I'm here to help a friend. What do you want to eat? I'll help you order."
Unlike usual, she didn't tie her hair up today, letting her smooth black hair hang down neatly, and she didn't wear any makeup. The strands of hair on both sides were hooked behind her ears. In the dim light, with her thin eyebrows and eyes, she looked particularly gentle and peaceful.
Zhao Binlin seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He pushed Jiang and asked, "What do you want to eat, Master?"
Across the crowd, Jiang Wen and Feng Ning stared at each other from afar, as if in a silent pantomime. He frowned slightly, looked away expressionlessly, and started another game.
Cheng Jiajia wiped the grease on the corner of the table with toilet paper and looked Feng Ning up and down. She slowed down, moved her mouth, and signaled Pei Shurou with her eyes.
Pei Shurou snorted and raised her eyebrows.
They are dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, which is out of place with the dirty environment here.
The dishes were served quickly, greasy. The others at the table were chatting, and when they were almost done eating, they ordered several dozen bottles of wine. They mixed white wine and beer. Jiang Wen barely moved his chopsticks, holding the glass in his hand and raising the corner of his mouth.
He tilted his head back slightly and drank the wine sip by sip.
With some keen intuition, Cheng Jiajia saw that he was in a bad mood. She said softly, "There is a convenience store next door. I'll buy you some yogurt. Otherwise, your stomach will be upset later."
Jiang Wen's facial features were very clear and elegant, and his delicate eyes were slightly raised, showing his affection. The alcohol was evaporating, making it impossible for him to think. He had no expression and looked at her thoughtfully, his black eyes were as deep as a pool, as if he was trying to figure out who she was.
Cheng Jiajia wanted to say a few more words, but being stared at by Jiang Wen, her face turned red.
Jiang Wen leaned back against the edge of the dining table, tilted his head, looked in an unknown direction, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Who do you like, huh?"
She uttered a cry, not wanting to answer. Her heartbeat suddenly became intense, and she was almost incoherent, "I... you..."
It's not like she hasn't been in love before, but for some reason, Cheng Jiajia was unreasonably nervous in front of him. Looking over again, Jiang Wen had completely put away the frivolous look on his face.
While they were waiting to pay, Ji Chiyang opened WeChat and said, "Miss, can you scan me or I scan you?"
Feng Ning skillfully showed a sign and said, "Scan me."
Half of the people present were drunk, and Ji Chiyang was afraid of something happening, so he discussed with Xi Gaoyuan and decided to send the two girls home first. The drunk people who were already lying on the table would be sent home one by one later.
Someone patted his head, but nothing happened. After a while, he patted it again.
Jiang Wen smelled the scent of shampoo. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Feng Ning leaning over. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Under the dim light, a pair of camellia sterling silver earrings were embedded in her earlobes, sparkling with tiny lights.
Jiang Wen looked back at her with a confused look, his brows furrowed, as if in pain, and asked slowly, "Who are you?"
As soon as she saw his silly look, Feng Ning knew that he was probably drunk and couldn't even recognize him. Her expression remained unchanged as she spoke slowly, "Feng Ning, the Feng who said we met too late, the Ning who said we would rather break than bend, I am your father and you are my son."
His tongue seemed to be tied. "What's going on?"
Jiang Wen was drunk and his face wasn't rosy like other people's. Instead, it was pale and his nostrils were filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
"Oh, it seems you are not too drunk." Feng Ning smiled, stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his eyes, and asked half seriously, "Son, which one is this? Can you recognize it?"
Jiang Wen pulled her hand down and said seriously, "One."
Seeing Jiang Wen like this, Feng Ning suddenly had the urge to take out her phone and slap him in the face. She laughed out loud, "You're so funny. You're like this when you're drunk."
Someone on the other end yelled several times, "Bring the grilled skewers to table 7."
Feng Ning responded and was about to leave, but she stumbled and was dragged by Jiang Wen, making her steps unstable. She was furious: "What are you doing, brother? I'm busy."
"What are you busy with?"
Feng Ning narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, "There are so many people here, business must be good."
He didn't move, nor did he show any sign of letting go. She sighed, turned around and called Meng Hanmo, "Brother, help me get some ice water from the back, a friend of mine is drunk."
She could only operate with one hand, pouring the ice water into the cup with difficulty and handed it to Jiang Wen. He didn't take it, so she had to feed it to the young master himself and let him drink a few sips.
A man with a crew cut passing by saw this scene, his eyes widened and he laughed slyly, "Ningzai, who are you flirting with here?"
Hearing someone calling her, Feng Ning glanced sideways and said irritably: "Fuck, what kind of flirtation is this? My classmate is drunk."
She put down the water cup, impatient to waste time with him, and forcibly pulled out her clothes. "Okay, stop it. Behave properly and wait for your friends here. I'm going to get busy."
As soon as he turned around, he was pulled back again.
Feng Ning looked down and was helpless: "Damn it, are you done yet? What on earth are you going to do?"
Jiang Wen's mind was in a state of confusion and he was still in a state of paralysis.
Under the half-bright neon light, he squinted his eyes and his expression was blurry, obviously he was not quite sober yet. He pursed his lips and opened his mouth slightly.
It was a hot day, and my back was sweating. The night wind was sticky and uncomfortable. The environment was noisy, and the noise was overwhelming. People passed by in twos and threes. Feng Ning didn't hear them for a while, so he bent his neck and asked, "What did you say?"
She stamped her feet slightly and waved her hands to drive away mosquitoes.
Jiang Wen lowered his voice, which was completely hoarse, like a tired whisper, "Who do you like?"