The whole world knows that Mr. Ji is chasing his wife

The music was playing melodiously, and the graduation dance came to an end with the skirts rippling in circles.

Jiang Di retreated to the corner, picked up his down jacket and wrapped it up, then picked two drinks on the tea break table, wanting to give Iwami a drink.

But as soon as he turned around, he was nowhere to be seen.

……

The December night was so cold that I shivered.

Even though he was wrapped in a down jacket, he still couldn't resist the cold wind rushing into his neck.

Jiang Di was walking on the way back to his dormitory. When he passed by Qinyuan Lake, the branches on the roadside rustled in the cold wind, and the light of the street lamps shone on the lake, reflecting mottled light and shadow.

"Bam—"

"Boom bang bang-"

A huge sound echoed through the night sky, and light almost like daylight shone on Jiang Di's head.

"Look! It's fireworks!"

"Wow, so romantic~"

"Isn't it forbidden to set off fireworks in schools?"

"Hey, are you allergic to romance?"

The surrounding sounds rose and fell, and in an instant they were all drowned out by the loud sound of fireworks.

Jiang Di raised his head, and the sky was colorful, like huge flower buds blooming in front of his eyes.

The fireworks illuminated her face brightly, and together with the raised corners of her mouth, they were frozen in the most beautiful moment.

At this moment.

On the rooftop of Teaching Building No. 1.

Lu Shili held a firework stick in one hand and a beer in the other, laughing and waving it in the air.

"Ji Yan, today's trip is not in vain!" Lu Shili cheered to the sky, "Juniors and juniors of C University, please accept Santa Claus's gifts!"

Lu Shili smiled wildly on the side, while Ji Yan fixed his gaze on the bank of Qinyuan Lake.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Shili handed him a can of beer.

"Looking at my Christmas gift." Ji Yan took the beer and took a sip.

The rich bitter taste of malt spreads in the mouth and flows down the throat into the stomach, but it is sweet in the heart.

Ji Yan looked at Jiang Di's position with gentle eyes and rehearsed in his mind countless times what he wanted to say to her later.

But...heh...

He laughed at himself in his mind, why he was starting to get nervous.

"Is there any more wine?" Ji Yan stepped on the empty beer can under his feet, as if he needed more alcohol to embolden him.

"Yes! Enough!" Lu Shili walked aside and looked for beer in the box.

At this time, Ji Yan's cell phone rang.

He answered the phone and took the beer can from Lu Shili.

"Ji Yan." Lan Ying's voice was serious and slightly choked, "Your dad was in a car accident and is in the Central Hospital. If you come here now... you might be able to see him one last time."

bang——

The sound of beer cans falling to the ground was drowned out by the crackle of fireworks.

Liquid with white foam slowly flowed out of the jar, and then a sneaker broke the crystal foam, turning it into a dirty mess.

"Hey, where are you going!"

Lu Shili called Ji Yan's name, but he turned a deaf ear and ran toward the rooftop exit.

----

The light show across the river stopped abruptly, and the marquee of memories stopped spinning.

After listening to Ji Yan's memories, Jiang Di felt as if he was listening to someone else's story.

She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with confusion, not knowing how to react.

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Yan raised his hand, brushed her cheek with his fingertips, and asked softly.

Jiang Di came back to his senses, suppressed the emotion in his eyes, and pretended to be nonchalant and said: "It's nothing."

Ji Yan was a little disappointed: "I knew it would be useless to tell you, so I'm not surprised at all."

"I'm quite surprised." Jiang Di knocked Ji Yan's stomach, "So you are the perverted stalker!"

"Well..." Ji Yan held his stomach in pain, "Where did I go wrong?!"

Jiang Di squinted at him: "Stop pretending, I didn't hit him hard at all."

Ji Yan stiffened, then straightened up, with an aggrieved expression on his face: "It's not a stomachache, it's a heartache. I've done so many things, but you're not touched at all."

"I..." Jiang Di lowered his voice and muttered: "It's not like I'm not touched. If you had told me earlier..."

"What did you say?" Ji Yan didn't hear clearly and put his ear directly in front of Jiang Di's lips.

His unique scent was blown onto Jiang Di's face by the river wind.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

She seemed to have never really understood him.

But what is certain is that Ji Yan did give himself an unforgettable campus memory.

Her four years of college were filled to the brim by this man.

"Ah-"

Ji Yan's sneeze interrupted Jiang Di's emotion.

"you caught a cold?"

"Well, it seems so." Ji Yan spoke with a slightly thick nasal voice.

"It's windy along the river, go back."

……

Jiang Di stood in the kitchen, the hot steam in the pot floating upwards, making her eyes wet.

"Brown sugar, fermented glutinous rice, small glutinous rice balls..."

Jiang Di imitated how Luo Ningqing helped him boil brown sugar water when he was a child, and threw all the ingredients into the pot, making a small splash.

The brown sugar pieces slowly melted in the water, just like her heart, gradually thawing in this late autumn season.

The color of sugar spread everywhere, and soon the entire pot of water was dyed dark red.

After a while, all the glutinous rice balls floated to the surface. Jiang Di filled a small bowl and then walked towards the bedroom with a spoon.

Ji Yan was leaning on the back cushion, half lying on the bed, with the quilt Jiang Di had covered him under his arms.

He was originally depressed, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw Jiang Di come in.

"I've boiled brown sugar fermented glutinous rice water for you. Drink it while it's hot." Jiang Di pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, passing the bowl and spoon in his hand.

"No need to go to such trouble." Ji Yan's throat was already a little hoarse, and his voice sounded much deeper than usual, "Just stay with me, it's just a minor cold."

Jiang Di's hand holding the soup bowl was still listening to the air. He hesitated for a while and said, "Then I poured it?"

"Don't." Ji Yan was a little anxious, and then said angrily: "I'm just being polite to you."

Jiang Di tried hard to hold back his laughter and handed the bowl to Ji Yan again: "Drink quickly."

Ji Yan immediately pretended to be weak, "I'm sick and my hands are soft and weak. Feed me, okay?"

Jiang Di paused in his movements. He originally wanted to refuse, but when he thought of what Ji Yan said today...

Well, for the sake of the secret love affair on campus, I won’t miss a piece of meat if I feed him.

Jiang Di scooped up a spoonful of sugar water, put it to his mouth and blew on it, then handed it to Ji Yan's lips: "Be careful of the burn."

Ji Yan lowered his head and took a sip, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and then licked his lips stained with sugar: "It tastes good. The sugar water you made by yourself is different. After just one sip, I feel that I am mostly cured of my illness."

"Now that it's ready, just take it and drink it yourself." Jiang Di gestured to hand the bowl to him.

As a result, Ji Yan immediately coughed violently: "Cough cough cough! Ah, we really can't underestimate the low temperature today."

Then, Ji Yan looked at Jiang Di and asked, "You have been blowing the wind by the river for a long time. Are you getting cold too?"

"It's okay." Jiang Di handed me another spoonful of sugar water, "You put on your coat, so I don't feel too cold."

The room suddenly became quiet, except for the sound of spoons clinking in porcelain bowls.

The heat rising from the soup bowl blurred Jiang Di's eyes, and his long eyelashes also became hazy in the mist.

Ji Yan stretched out his hand from the quilt and held Jiang Di.

"You said it's not cold. Your hands are so cold. I'll help you warm them."

As he spoke, he stretched out his other hand and wrapped it tightly around Jiang Di's little hand.

"If it's cold, I'll turn on the air conditioner. How can I feed you if you hold my hand like this?"

Ji Yan couldn't help but grab the soup bowl and put it on the bedside table.

Then he took advantage of the situation and pulled Jiang Di into his arms: "There is no need to turn on the air conditioner, just two people hugging each other will stay warm."