let loose

After a few minutes of silence, Song Mian still squatted with her hands on her knees and said nothing.

Jiang Zhou frowned, tilted his upper body slightly, and shook off the coat draped over his elbows. It was Song Mian's woolen coat that had been left in the room. He put it on him, and stared at the round hair on top of Song Mian's head with drooping eyes. : "Since you're not angry, then what are you throwing your temper at, huh?"

"I'm not losing my temper."

Song Mian lowered her head, put her chin on her knees after putting on her clothes, and spoke in a muffled voice: "I want face too, I like you so much."

But every time I am ashamed in front of you.

After Song Mian finished speaking, she fell silent again, opening and closing her lips, obviously hesitating to speak.

There was an inexplicable wall of qi in Jiang Zhou's heart, and he didn't speak again. His mind wandered into the void for a while, and his eyes looked at the dilapidated wall with half of the wall peeling off deeper in the alleyway.

He sorted out the meaning of Song Mian's words, and then he seemed to understand something.

The night in the street is complicated and noisy, and the lights are staggered, and the winter snow is once again illusory.

The wind caught in the snow and scrambled around, rolled up a stack of paper balls at the entrance of the alley, turned a few times at low altitude, and then landed at Song Mian's feet.

Song Mian drooped his eyelids, curled up his knuckles to poke the ball of paper, snowflakes accidentally landed on the back of his hand, and the sudden chill made him shiver on the spot.

From the corner of the eye was Jiang Zhou's long straight calf under his long cotton jacket. Song Mian didn't hesitate, and pitifully pulled Jiang Zhou's trouser leg: "I'm cold~"

A lonely, weak and wronged look.

The loose trouser legs were pulled, a little tight.Jiang Zhou withdrew his attention from the corner of the wall, turned his gaze to Song Mian's head again, and said, "Stand up first."

Song Mian stood up.The five fingers curled and pressed at the same time, the knuckles were close together, and Jiang Zhou's pants were pulled tightly, from the trouser legs to the corner of the coat, and then to the collar and the brim of the hat.

Song Mian is like a gecko climbing a wall. It takes only seconds to catch and catch. It moves extremely fast. When Jiang Zhou is stunned for a moment, before he can react, he squeezes his body with irresistible strength. lips.

After the lips touched, Song Mian didn't pull back immediately, but put the hat on Jiang Zhou.The pure cotton jacket squeezed between the two scorching body temperatures was fluffy and warm, the hat was wide, and there was a lot of soft plush embedded in the brim of the hat, which swayed from side to side as Jiang Zhou's figure swayed.

Jiang Zhou was very tall, Song Mian tiptoed quietly.

Like a pup looking for comfort, with his head on Jiang Zhou's neck, and his collarbone scrambling back and forth, Song Mian groaned twice, then disarmed the stalwart, and began to release his grievances with a sob.

Without spending extra time digesting what was in front of him, Jiang Zhou calmly opened the corner of his mouth to accept Song Mian's soft tongue licking between his lips.

The two kissed in Jiang Zhou's hood.Lips and teeth intertwined, collided, touched, and blended together.

The exposed skin is tightly pressed, and all the eager panting and delicate shyness are hidden in the small narrow space. The soft white down feathers and the snowflakes flying all over the sky cover them, and outsiders can hardly hear them.

The snow is still falling, and the crystals are ethereal.The wet and cold hexagonal petals fell on the hot face, and the back of the hand stretched, melted away, melted into a little drop of water and then slid down.

Until the water droplets evaporate and dry up, no one cares about the instant coolness that touches the fingertips.

The night deepens.

Suddenly, indistinct cries of hawking, the ding-dong of bicycles, the horns of private cars, and the shuttle of people came from a far corner of the street, like thin strands of strings, mixed with the wind twisted into silky threads beside the red ears. Here, with the dim light of the street lamps fading behind him, it spreads to the corners of the world.

Randomly made up a reason, and resigned regardless of physical discomfort, such an extremely perfunctory reason is outrageous, muted the phone and turned his ears off, Song Mian took Jiang Zhou to the night market.

Park Road is connected to the end of Block East Road, passing by in a row, neon lights flashing, and the stream is endless.

Turning across the branches of the two alleys, in front of the shopping plaza, the fountain surrounded by colorful lights is spraying water, and a young couple is leaning on the small stone lion statue to take a photo.

"So we will contact each other on WeChat in the future?"

Kicking away a small stone on the side of the road, Song Mian shook her right hand twice.

His left hand was pulled outward by an external force. Jiang Zhou lowered his eyelids and glanced at the gauntlet monkey glove on his hand. Still not used to the feeling of his whole hand being wrapped in wool, the corner of his mouth subconsciously tugged.

Song Mian bought this childish glove, which is in a jewelry store at the end of East Road.The glove is the image of a big-mouthed monkey knitted by wool, and there is a same-colored wool as a connection between the two gloves of the same pair.

Song Mian specially bought two pairs, one pair of smoky gray and one pair of pure black.He and Jiang Zhou had a pair, but he didn't plan to wear them seriously.

The two wear only one glove each, one black and one gray laughing monkey, one with the left hand and the other with the right.The other glove was empty, and Song Mian twisted it into a hooked index finger and fastened it tightly.

In this way, any movement of the gloved hand of one party can be detected by the other party through the empty glove tied with the index finger.

This kind of secret relationship between lovers cannot be announced to the public in a high-profile way in the streets and alleys where people come and go, so another way is to achieve the purpose of holding hands and shopping.

The shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and the blasting DJ music hit the eardrums of the passers-by. They walked side by side for a while, and the shaking of their hands didn't stop for a long time.

Finally, Jiang Zhou tightened his grip on the thin string pulling the two gloves, and raised his eyes to look at him: "I don't like to use WeChat."

Just after the kiss, the corners of Song Mian's lips were still flushed, and his lips were slightly swollen. Jiang Zhou stared at her for a moment, and the light in his eyes darkened a little.

"Just use WeChat." Song Mian walked backwards, puffing up her mouth, "The final exam is next week, are you going home? What if you miss me at home?"

The notice posted on the school's official website two days ago briefly included the venue arrangement for the final exam and the specific time for the winter vacation.

Except for senior high school students who will continue to stay in school to make up lessons until the end of the year, after the final exam next week, they will go directly to winter vacation.Jiang Zhou is not from Shanghai, so he must go home during the Chinese New Year, back to Beijing.

Song Mian has never set foot in that far northern city for 17 years.

More than 40 days of vacation, long winter nights.This is the first time the two have been separated for such a long time since they met. Just thinking about the upcoming parting, Song Mian's heart was filled with depression, as if her throat was stuck by a page of airtight book paper, During this period, there were a thousand or two hundred words, but he couldn't understand, couldn't understand, and couldn't catch his breath.

A small mute eDonkey was driving in the opposite direction, and the glare slid from the air to the ground, Jiang Zhou's eyes were pierced, he half-closed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed the top of Song Mian's head, leading the person to his side. , Bian Shi forced Song Mian to turn around and return to the normal walking route.

After patting off the snow dust accumulated on his shoulders, Jiang Zhou's palm was wet. He put down his hand, curled up into a fist, and rubbed the wet place with his thumb.

Usually, when the dialogue turns sticky, Song Mian's words often deviate from the main line, extracting what he wants to cover up.Obviously he was always the one who provoked it first.

Blatant uselessness.

Jiang Zhou thought, in fact, the question of who thinks who is not targeted, but he will not expose someone who is as thick-skinned as white paper at this time, so let's agree.

It is indeed more convenient to use WeChat to contact than a functional phone.Voice or video is just a matter of switching screens.Jiang Zhou gradually loosened his clenched fists, put his hands in his pockets, and let out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity, which was his agreement.