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"Let's park the car here." Lin Qian locked the door and took Xia Liang out of the car, "I don't know what kind of traffic there will be in the city center tonight."
Xia Liang followed step by step, uncomfortably pulling the long sweater chain around his neck.
An hour ago, Lin Qian dressed up and rushed into Xia Liang's bedroom, took out a bunch of autumn and winter clothes from her closet and threw them on her bed, and said arrogantly to Xia Liang, "Put it on!"
Under the supervision of Lin Qian, the stunned Xia Liang finally changed into her current attire, a beige long cashmere sweater with a turtleneck and a birdcage-shaped retro-style sweater chain, hanging down to her chest. The lower body is the usual dark jeans, with khaki mid-calf boots. It was covered with a bright red woolen coat with fleece inside, and a soft plush collar around the neckline. Lin Qian also took care of the hair that is usually tied up or cut down casually. It was spread over her shoulders, and a few large natural curls were curled at the end of the hair with a splint. Finally, there is a white rabbit down hat with a fluffy ball on top that moves slightly in the night wind, looking extra cute.
Xia Liang followed behind Lin Qian, muttering, "It's just to watch a fireworks show, why do you dress up like this?"
Lin Qian glanced to the side, "Isn't it right to dress up on such a grand day as Christmas? Do you want to become a nun when you wear such plain clothes? Besides, what kind of dress do you have? You can't even wear makeup Not melted."
Originally, Lin Qian still wanted to put makeup on Xia Liang, but Xiao Nizi would rather die than do it. In order not to be exposed, she had no choice but to give up. But think about it, maybe Song Qiyan's favorite is this one, a moist and white girl or something...
Lin Xi dragged Xia Liang towards the central square, and the two thin girls forced their way through the crowd. After finally getting out of the crowd, the two of them happened to be standing at the door of a handmade soap shop. Lin Qian glanced at the store name, "It's a big discount today. The essential oil set I saw last time should also be on sale. I'll go in and buy it. You wait here for me!"
After speaking, he immediately rushed into the crowd in the store.
Xia Liang opened his mouth, closed it again, and stayed obediently at the door of the store. The night wind was still a bit fierce, making Xia Liang shrink her neck. She was extremely thankful that she was wearing a turtleneck sweater instead of the super low-necked cashmere sweater that Lin Qian helped her choose at the beginning. She looked around, and found that the surroundings were either a dark crowd or a place that was also sheltered from the wind. She couldn't help but regret why she came out with Lin Qian tonight.
Christmas Eve, Christmas, etc. The two years when she first came to the United States in high school were a bit of a novelty. In the past two years, she has lost her original enthusiasm. In this cold weather, she would rather stay at home, soak a cup of hot cocoa and nestle on the sofa Watch anime.
It had been several minutes since Lin Qian squeezed into the store, but there was no sign of her in the dark. Xia Liang frowned and thought, what would happen if she sent her a text message at this time and then went back by herself? She thought about it, but still killed the idea in the bud. Definitely, definitely, will definitely be killed by Cici...
Just when she was struggling and regretting, someone patted her on the shoulder.
She looked up, and what she saw was that Qingjun face.
The white shirt is covered with a British-style sweater, the lower body is black slacks and shoes of the same color, and the camel-colored windbreaker is worn outside. The whole temperament is straight and clean, like a scholar.
"Brother?"
Song Qiyan slowed down his slightly shortness of breath, and looked at her with a light and gentle smile, "What a coincidence, Xia Xia. Shall we go for a walk together?"
Xia Liang pointed helplessly at the overcrowded handmade soap shop behind her, "I came out with my roommate, she was shopping inside, let me wait for her here."
Just at this moment, Xia Liang's cell phone lit up, and the lock screen displayed the text message sent to her by Lin Xi who was shopping - if you feel bored, go shopping by yourself, the line is very long on my side, It will take at least another hour, don't wait for me, go watch the fireworks by yourself.
Xia Liang was embarrassed, and looked at Song Qiyan pitifully, but didn't find anything wrong with Lin Qian's wording.
Song Qiyan bent his lips towards her, "Let's go together. The fireworks will start in fifteen minutes."
Xia Liang nodded and walked on Song Qiyan's left.
After walking a few steps, Song Qiyan suddenly paused and walked around to the other side of Xia Liang. Xia Liang touched his nose. Walking on the side of the road by myself, protecting my companions inside or something, the senior brother is really considerate.
The two walked along the crowd and didn't stop until they reached the bridge near the square. Most of the people also stopped here, waiting for the prosperous fireworks that will start in a few minutes.
"Brother... why are you there too?" Xia Liang is not stupid, at first she just thought it was a coincidence, but Lin Qian's attitude was too subtle.
But Song Qiyan was so honest that he could be called a pig teammate. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called up the information interface, and held it in front of Xia Liang.
[Summer is at the door of the handmade soap shop next to Macy's.]
The mail was received twenty minutes ago.
Xia Liang twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly, "Sorry, senior brother... my roommate, uh..."
Song Qiyan just looked at her suspiciously, "Why do you have to apologize?"
Xia Liang: "..." She finally experienced the feeling that Lin Qian was choked by her words once in normal times.
Song Qiyan raised his hand and patted her head in the fluffy hat, "Xia Xia, I am willing to come here." He stretched out his other hand and lifted a bag.
Only then did Xia Liang realize that Song Qiyan had been carrying a paper bag in his hand.
"For me?"
Song Qiyan nodded, "Christmas gift."
Xia Liang took the bag and thought embarrassingly, it's over, she didn't prepare a gift for the other party at all... She has never had any idea of celebrating Christmas, and naturally she didn't think about giving gifts on Christmas.
She opened the bag, and inside was a bright red cashmere scarf. Xia Liang stretched out his hand to touch it, and it felt good.
"Thank you, brother." She smiled sweetly at Song Qiyan, secretly thinking about when to make up his Christmas present.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Qiyan asked her, seeing her little tangled expression, he couldn't help feeling a little more anxious, "Do you not like it?"
Xia Liang hurriedly clarified, "No, I like it very much. It's a beautiful scarf, I really like it. It's just me..." She scratched her cheek with her index finger embarrassingly, "I didn't have the habit of giving Christmas gifts before. So, that’s why I didn’t prepare a present for senior brother...” She quickly raised her head again, the warm yellow light of the street lamps reflected in her brown eyes, which was a bit more flattering, “We’ll pick it up later and make it up, OK?"
Song Qiyan frowned, "No hurry." He pointed to the paper bag in Xia Liang's hand again, "There is actually a gift underneath. It was given to you by a friend of mine."
"Friend?" It was Xia Liang's turn to be confused, could it be Senior Wei Jian? But they're not old enough to give each other Christmas presents, are they? But since Song Qiyan said so, Xia Liang took a serious look in the bag, and finally found a square and hard object under the scarf. She curiously took it out, it was an album.
With the light of the street lamp, she glanced at the words on the cover of the album, and was instantly dumbfounded.
The name of the album is "Menghui", which is a well-known ancient style album in the circle. It can be said that it was the release of "Menghui" that made Chitose, the singer of this ancient style album popular in the entire ancient style circle.
And Xia Liang is exactly Chitose's... brainless fan.
If Bei Yan is Xia Liang's male god in the dubbing circle, then her male god in the Gufeng circle is definitely Chitose. As a lover of ancient songs, she doesn't like the so-called popular music nowadays. The songs of Chitose are almost always on the mobile phone Kugou, and she can't get tired of listening to them.
When this album was first released, Xia Liang hadn't entered the circle yet, and she didn't even know about Chitose's existence. Later, he became Chitose's diehard fan. This album, which has only released a few hundred copies, has long been privately kept by fans, and it is simply hard to buy.
And it wasn't just the album that made her stand there in a daze, but also the flamboyant characters written with markers on the album cover.
[To Zixia from the Beiyan family, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years. —Chitose]
It's still an autograph, or such a blessing.
The amount of information is so large that Xia Liang is not stupid.
Seeing that Xia Liang didn't regain his composure for a long time, Song Qiyan slightly lowered his brows and began to feel a little regretful. If he had known that Chitose had such a great influence on her, he shouldn't have given her this album on this day, so that her attention would be drawn away.
After a long while, when everyone around started counting down the fireworks show, Xia Liang cleared up his messy mind like a ball of wool and raised his head, his right hand curled up nervously, "Senior brother... this... I..." was already incoherent.
Song Qiyan looked at her nervous and flustered expression, and his heart softened instantly, "I saw on your Weibo that you like Chitose, so I called him and told him—" Song Qiyan paused, his tone was gentle and solemn , "The girl I like likes his songs, please send him a signed album." As soon as the voice fell, the countdown ended, and the sky filled with fireworks lit up the night sky. Song Qiyan still looked down at her with his head down, but his dark eyes were full of brilliance, his expression focused and implied anticipation.
Xia Liang was so surprised that she opened her mouth slightly, as if the fireworks that burst into the night sky exploded in her mind, messing up all her thoughts.
Song Qiyan lowered his head and moved closer, his magnetic voice rang out between the fireworks, "Chitose laughed at me, and asked him to help after chasing the girl he likes, if it doesn't work, he will definitely break up with me. So—" He paused again Next, with a bit of temptation in his tone, "Xia Xia, what do you think?"
After Song Qiyan finished speaking, he straightened up and looked up at the fireworks, leaving Xia Liang enough time to think. It's just that he can no longer see the complicated fireworks in his eyes, and only stays to watch the figure that reaches his shoulders from the corner of his eye. His heart is as uneasy and nervous as every boy who confesses to a girl he likes for the first time. Worrying about being rejected.
The first wave of fireworks ended in a few minutes, and there were still a few minutes before the second wave began.
As time passed, Song Qiyan could almost hear his own heart beating clearly. For a long time, he hadn't felt this throbbing and anticipation.
After a long time, when the uneasiness and uneasiness in his heart began to gradually expand, a small hand tugged at his cuff. He looked down at her obediently, and when she heard her purse her lips, she accused him confidently, "It was so sudden! I even forgot to watch the fireworks!"
Song Qiyan's heart sank when he heard her words full of coquettish anger and a little bit of embarrassment. For the first time, he stretched out his hand and touched her white and tender cheeks, "Well, it's my fault."
Hearing his gentle voice, Xia Liang became even more ashamed, but fortunately, the night helped her cover some of her blushing cheeks. She continued to tug on Song Qiyan's cuff, her eyes drifted a little, "Then, this is the beginning, right?"
Song Qiyan still stared at her gently and intently, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Yes." He lowered his head and slowly approached her.
Xia Liang's heart skipped a beat, and she closed her eyes in embarrassment.
Then, Xia Liang fell into a warm and generous embrace. Just like the one more than a month ago, but it was a completely different feeling.
Xia Liang opened his eyes in Song Qiyan's arms, wrapped his arms around his waist embarrassingly, and silently spurned himself in his heart, Xia Liang, what were you expecting just now!
This hug didn't last long, Song Qiyan straightened up, still standing side by side with Xia Liang in the crowd, waiting for the second wave of fireworks to start. Only this time, Song Qiyan moved his right hand to the side, and when he touched the back of the girl's hand, he held it tightly and stuffed it into his pocket.
Well, small, soft, and cool, it's only natural to hold a girlfriend's hand.
As for Xia Liang, when the second round of fireworks bloomed in the night sky, only a line of lyrics from the title song "Qingshi" in Chitose's "Menghui" was left in his ears.
[Youth in white clothes, he promised her, this prosperous fireworks.]
The author has something to say: Uh, there are still some warm winter plots, but this chapter is already very important Then put it in the next volume as a memory.
It's a confession and holding hands or something, Ni Meng still doesn't leave a comment? !
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"Like Morning Dew"--Qi Ran
Oddly small voice, every time I listen to it, it pokes my heart...