Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Chapter 47

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Ji Linqiu didn't notice that Jiang Wang behind him was unusually quiet, and he was still watching the new clothes following his mother's movements.

When Peng Xingwang was bouncing around them earlier, he still laughed in his heart that the child could be so happy for such a simple thing.

But at this moment, he actually had exactly the same happiness.

I also have new clothes from my mother.

It's a great Chinese New Year.

Ji Linqiu could actually tell that her mother's angry words really meant what she said.

Several members of their family seem to be easy to talk to outsiders, but in fact, their personalities are more twisted than one another.

"If only you had done this earlier." He whispered, "I always wanted to ask, do I have to urge marriage every time I call?"

Chen Danhong coughed unnaturally, and argued: "If you are not married at the age of thirty, people will think you are abnormal."

The concept of abnormality is like a plague in small cities and rural mountains, and everyone can't avoid it.

Ji Linqiu turned to look at her, angry and funny.

"Do you listen to what others say?"

Chen Danhong was stabbed, and she held up her coat as if seeking cover: "Try, do the new clothes look good?"

Ji Linqiu took the clothes, still looking at her, and asked another question calmly.

"Mom, don't you feel annoyed when people stick their eyes and hands into our house and point fingers?"

He didn't let this topic continue, he just unfolded the coat and tried it on in front of the mirror, the shoulder line and waist fit well.

Chen Danhong was stunned for a long time, and hastily praised him for his good looks, and his clothes complemented his complexion well.

Ji Linqiu smoothed the neckline of his clothes, turned around and opened his hands, holding the old man in his arms.

He patted her on the back again, his voice low and peaceful.

"Mom, happy new year."

On New Year's Eve, people set off firecrackers at four o'clock in the morning, crackling as if they were exploding mountains.

Jiang Wang watched TV until after two o'clock last night, and continued to sleep under the quilt forcibly.

After six o'clock, the sky began to leak through the gaps in the curtains, and the corridors and stairs gradually made noises.

Jiang Wang buried his head a little deeper, and slept until nine o'clock regardless.

Ji Linqiu and his sister finished pasting the Spring Festival couplets together, went upstairs to wake him up, knocked on the door and came in and saw a ball of quilt.

He couldn't help laughing, sitting on the edge of the bed and tapping someone who looked like rice cakes with his knuckles.

"Get up, it's Chinese New Year today."

The rice cake ball twisted a bit.

"It's still early, let me sleep again."

Before the words were finished, three or four strings of red whips roared simultaneously in the courtyard opposite the door, as if they were about to explode into the sky.

Jiang Wang: ...

In fact, he had already planned to do it, but he just liked to tease Ji Linqiu, so he deliberately buried his head in again.

In the next second, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and Ji Linqiu got half of his body in to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

Jiang Wang opened his eyes and saw Ji Linqiu who was close at hand, under the dim red light.

"Be careful when I kiss you." His voice was a little hoarse: "It's so close, on purpose?"

Ji Linqiu iced Jiang Wang's neck with the back of his hand, and said slowly: "Then don't kiss under the quilt, because thinking about it later will smell like sweat."

"That's true."

Today is the most joyous day. According to the rules here, you have to wash your whole body and wear new clothes to have a reunion dinner.

The glutinous rice is steamed from the hand-made glutinous rice cakes, the cured chicken and duck oil are bright and fragrant, and the mouth of a long fried fish is stuffed with red paper flowers, so that a single thorn cannot be broken.

When Jiang Wang raised his chopsticks, he saw that the table was full of red peppers, green peppers, and millet peppers, and there was no movement. He raised his thumb and said from the bottom of his heart: "Sweet!"

Ji Linqiu poured him a glass of water casually, and he quickly caught it, squinting his eyes and smiling.

From near to far, there are many fireworks set off during the day. At this moment, the sky is sunny, and the bright purple and blue patterns can't be seen at all, only the sound of whistles and explosions can be heard.

Jiang Wangwen looked out the window for a few seconds and said, "I haven't seen fireworks for many years."

Ji Guoshen was surprised when he heard this: "Hongcheng won't allow the whip?"

"No," he smiled and shook his head: "I used to do business elsewhere, and I can't come back."

"Linqiu, take Boss Jiang to watch the fireworks more at night." Ji's mother had heard from Ji Changxia earlier that Linqiu's return for the New Year was largely due to Mr. Jiang's credit, and she was very grateful: "We didn't take good care of him." , and thank you for not giving up."

"Where you are, you are welcome."

In the evening, when the Spring Festival Gala is halfway through, the lines of the TV program can hardly be heard clearly.

The village was afraid of wildfires, so they specially designated a few large open spaces for displaying fireworks. Ji Linqiu probably inquired about the location, held up a flashlight, and Jiang Wang found another remote high place to watch, so as not to be crowded with other people.

With their backs facing the sound of thunder and thunder, they climbed up quickly, and more than ten brilliant fireworks exploded at once, and all of them scattered brilliantly in the night sky.

The vision is really clear from the heights, and even the golden light and silver glow rising from the distant city can be seen.

Jiang Wang didn't wear much, so he stood and watched for a while, feeling the chill soaked into his trouser legs like a spider's web, and took out a bag of white sand and lit one for himself.

Ji Linqiu followed him to see the brilliance blooming all over the sky, and smiled unintentionally: "Didn't you quit?"

Jiang Wang looked sideways: "You know again."

"Well, you haven't smoked very much in the past few months, and you basically only have one to accompany your guests. It's a good idea to light it up." Ji Linqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you think of quitting?"

Because I want to see you happy.

Jiang Wang didn't explain, just smiled and continued to look at the late night neon light on the top of the mountain.

"a little cold."

"I'm cold too." Ji Linqiu pulled his coat tighter, and leaned against the railing to look at him: "I'm afraid that the dress made by my mother will rub against the thorn branches, so I don't want to wear it."

"Come on, Brother Wang, lend me a sip too."

Jiang Wang didn't hand him the cigarette.

He took another deep breath in front of Ji Linqiu, and said with a low smile, "Do you know that when you smoke my cigarette, you are actually kissing me?"

Ji Linqiu blinked slowly.

Then he stretched out his hand, pinched the cigarette between his lips with his fingertips, and took a slow, provocative puff.

"like this?"

Jiang Wang took the cigarette back, clasped his neck with one hand and kissed him.

It was the first time they kissed, so they just touched each other's lips hastily at first, and then kissed each other more intensely as if they were breathing oxygen.

More fireworks screamed to the top.

Then explode with a bang.

He greedily and wantonly licked his lips and teeth, forgetting whether he had opened his eyes, just wanting to plunder all his breath and heartbeat.

Their fingers are clasped together

Together, the winter wind swirls through the valley, but the air is full of rising heat.

"Stay with me." Jiang Wang murmured and kissed him: "OK?"

As if to prove it with one kiss after another, he didn't even give him a chance to breathe, he held his wrist tightly and hugged his waist, leaned over and kissed his eyebrows, his eyes.

"Linqiu, let's be together, okay?"

He never imagined that he would kiss him.

He will warm his cold with his own body temperature, and the buttons on his collar seem to be entangled and touched.

Ji Linqiu was a ray of light when he was young, and a mystery that he didn't dare to touch.

But now they are so close.

It's as if the hearts are pressed together tightly, resonating with enthusiasm and indulgence.

Jiang Wang even felt that kissing was like a person trying to become a part of another person's body.

It never felt like they were both yearning to be closer until he kissed him.

Then softly, whispering against his ear as if afraid of any syllable mistakes.

"I love you so much."

Ji Linqiu whimpered softly after being kissed, took a quick breath, was held in his arms and was kissed again.

"You..." His voice was also hoarse, his eyes were moist and absent-minded: "You didn't even give me a chance to answer."

Only then did Jiang Wang stop, stretched out his hand to brush his broken hair behind his ear, and measured his cheek with the back of his hand.

"It's all hot." The man laughed: "Is it still cold now?"

Ji Linqiu also laughed, and the next moment, another firework exploded in the sky beside them, creating endless frosty branches of silver trees in the night.

"It's not cold anymore." He looked at him, his eyes still shining brightly: "I love you too."

The two of them didn't know how long they stayed on the mountain, and then they walked the path home holding hands, and they let go only when they were approaching the light.

When I went back, the road was the same as when I came here, still no one passed by, and it was full of rocks, weeds and unmelted snow.

But it becomes wide and flat.

He didn't say anything to him, just holding hands and walking towards home together.

But it seems that the heart is close to the heart, and the skin is warm and hot.

After arriving home, Jiang Wang had just finished greeting the people who were watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and was taken upstairs by Ji Linqiu.

"Hey - Zhao Benshan is coming out soon, everyone is watching the sketch!" Ji's mother greeted: "What are you doing up there!"

Ji Changxia was also much more cheerful, holding a large piece of apple in his mouth and saying, "Brother Jiang! Come and eat some fruit!"

"I'll give him a gift, and I'll come down right away." Ji Linqiu replied casually: "You guys look first."

Jiang Wang was led all the way to the study room, saw Ji Linqiu close the door with his backhand, and opened his arms generously.

"Come on, give your boyfriend a hug."

Ji Linqiu held back a smile and walked over to be hugged and kissed by him, and found an oil pen from the desk.

Then pull the sleeves away, all the way to the elbow.

"Come and grant your wish."

The man didn't react for a while, his right hand was held up by his left hand, and he was holding a pen to draw strokes on his smooth skin.

Ginger, forget it.

He suddenly remembered that he had mentioned to Ji Linqiu that he likes to write his name on the cover of a book.

He longed to own this thing.

He was stunned for a few seconds.

"So you're left-handed?"

Ji Linqiu heaved a long sigh: "You only know?"

"Then what if the name is washed away." Jiang Wang showed a troubled expression like a child: "I can't keep it for two days."

But quickly shook his head.

"Tattoos are not allowed, you look the best when you are white and clean."

"It won't be washed off." He leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice, "The words will soak in little by little."

Ji Linqiu has never said such explicit words of love, and at this moment, he feels that an electric current is passing through his nerves.

"Immersed in the skin, through the blood of the bones, and flowed along the arteries to my heart."

"As long as you love me, the words will be engraved deeply."