I Love You Every Time You Play

It was half past eight when the dishes were all prepared. The four of them enjoyed the most delicious dishes when they were most hungry. They chatted easily while moving their chopsticks-to be precise, Jiang Youshu and Ning Hao led the conversation. The other two continued to play their low-spoken nature and ate the food silently. Only one occasionally echoed a few words. Chongjiang smiled warmly, and one with cold eyes like water, like an indifferent bystander outside the matter, pulling himself out of this joy. Atmosphere.

——Soon, she will not be able to stay outside.

Jiang Youshu bit the fat, turned his eyes around and turned to his sister's body, eyebrows crooked, and smiled: "Let's play Truth or Dare. If you don't choose either, you will have to fine a glass of wine."

Yan Anzhen was the first to agree: "Yes."

Rather than to be outdone, he said happily, "Bring the horse here!"

Jiang Youyu: "..."

Three eyes stared at her scorchingly. She couldn't bear it but compromised and said, "Okay."

Ning Hao eagerly shouted: "Rock-paper-scissors will determine the outcome. In the first round, rock-scissors-cloth!"

President Jiang, who had almost no failure in the business field, lost the simplest rock-paper-scissors in the first game.

Jiang Youshu smiled and said, "Choose."

Jiang Youyu: "...I choose fine wine." Whether it is a big adventure full of unknowns or a truth that might reveal her heart, she doesn't want to experience it.

Jiang Youshu glanced at Yan Anzhen and exchanged glances. She said, "Drink with this." With that, she took out a large glass from the plastic bag at her feet.

The blue veins of the president's temple jumped.

It turned out to have planned for a long time, this Jiang Jiang.

Hopefully, Jiang Youyu filled a glass of wine and drank it with his head up.

"Come again."

However, I don’t know if God targeted her, or she was really out of luck. Jiang Youyu lost in four of the five rounds. After drinking three consecutive cups, her eyes were dark and her eyes were dark and indistinguishable. When I lost the fourth time, I finally changed my choice: "... Truth."

Finally waited, Jiang Youshu thought to himself.

Jiang Youshu has too much to ask, so he can only choose a less exciting one out of them step by step: "What does your ideal type look like?"

When the voice fell, Ning cocked his ears, waiting nervously and nervously.

She swears that if the answer is "Yang Jie", she will burst into tears on the spot, accusing Sister Yu of the scumbag behavior.

When Jiang Youyu heard this question, the first picture that came to mind turned out to be more than ten years ago. In that chaotic room, the fat girl stood in front of her, raised her chin and looked proudly. Her father was not afraid. The girl's calf was trembling, but the inflexible light in her eyes was so dazzling that it almost burned her.

The girl said: "Sister Youyu never said that she wanted to go abroad. Her biggest wish is to be admitted to the best art school, not to study finance abroad!"

Father Jiang's sharp eyes pierced like a sword, with years of coercion, and instantly snatched the air around her, suffocating her.

Father Jiang said word by word: "You told me in person, do you think so?"

She opened her mouth, and suddenly felt that a piece of charcoal was stuffed in her throat, and it burned her speechless.

The girl also turned her head to look at her eagerly, clenched her hands into fists, as if cheering her on, her eyes were bright, as if she was vowing to be a little sun to disperse the haze surrounding her, full of eagerness and fearlessness. Just waiting for her to say the word, the girl will rush over to hug her.

Naive, enthusiastic, brave, and ignorant.

She refused to admit that she would be attracted to such a person.

"No, she is lying."

Jiang Youyu remembered that after she finished speaking, the girl's disappointed eyes suddenly became very far away, as if a crack appeared between them, pulling the two of them farther and farther. The gloomy unbelievable gaze haunted her for a while, until she was surrounded by a huge strangeness abroad, that gaze still appeared every night.

But now, she saw Ning Hao's staring eyes, and saw the concentration and expectation inside, with a trace of tension, just as before.

In fact, she had a wrong memory. After she said that, she only stared at the embroidered bells on the corner of her clothes. She didn't dare to look at Ninghao, and naturally she couldn't see Ninghao's reaction.

It's just that she feels from the bottom of her heart that Ninghao should be disappointed.

This disappointment tormented her day and night, making her more and more irritable, more and more disgusted, and finally realized that it was she herself who refused to let her go, but it was implicated in the true love of Ninghao.

Jiang Youyu suddenly got up in that unchanging gaze, poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it again, and drank three glasses in a row.

Ning Hao looked frightened. Just about to stop this inexplicable behavior, he heard the other person look at her, the frost on her face seemed to be burnt by the burning wine, and the expression inside was rarely revealed.

"Innocent, enthusiastic, brave, and ignorant."

Ning Hao blinked to make sure that these words were not describing Yang Jie, and his heart throbbed violently.

Jiang Youyu saw Ning Hao's fallen appearance and couldn't help holding his forehead.

Half of the four words are not good words, sisters, wake up.

"Continue." Jiang Youyu drank six large glasses of wine. At this moment, she felt an unknown fire in her chest, which made her limbs dry out. He stared at Jiang Youshu and said coldly.

Jiang Youshu: ...Why, it seems that it's on the bar.

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Youyu lost again in the next game.

Jiang Youshu hesitated and asked, "Do you still like Yang Jie?"

This kind of question still needs to be asked clearly, and it must not be vaguely entangled.

I thought Jiang Youyu would hesitate or avoid answering, but she drank another cup, put the cup on the table, and said, "I don't like it, come again."

boom.

Jiang Youshu was suspicious that she had just heard the sound of a rock falling into the water, and surprise splashes appeared in the water.

I sighed silently in my heart, you see, just ask some questions. The most important thing between couples is to learn to communicate calmly and hold back a bunch of questions.

In the next few rounds, President Jiang still lost.

Even a fool can understand the strangeness, let alone Jiang Youyu, but now she is soaking in alcohol and the aroma of a table. The stamina of strong alcohol slowly loses her ability to calmly analyze, and arouses an inexplicable fighting spirit. Have to play this game till the end.

Jiang Youshu was a little bit unable to resist her "enthusiasm", and looked at Yan Anzhen for help.

Yan Anzhen squeezed her girlfriend's hand, raised her eyes and looked at President Jiang steadily, and said quietly: "Let me come. What kind of person do you think Ninghao is?"

Jiang Youyu didn't answer immediately this time, instead staring at Ning Hao-seeing, seeing from the head to the feet, seeing from the front to the back, and seeing Ning Hao from shyness, and then slowly replied: "Evil capitalist."

Ning Hao: "..."

Jiang Youshu: "..."

Yan Anzhen: "..."

One said one, indeed.

Jiang Youyu squeezed the wine glass and suddenly smiled.

This smile was very shallow, very light, like ripples on the water, and very short-lived, more difficult to capture than the late-night epiphany, but she really smiled, even if the curvature of the corners of the mouth is negligible.

Ninghao couldn't understand the smile, but she felt the kindness passed by Jiang Youyu.

It is not indifferent, not polite or alienated, but a kind and unspeakable kindness that projects people into their own territory.

Somehow, my eyes feel a little sore.

It's better to take a deep breath and lower your eyelashes.

——

The meal was eaten very late, and it was over until the faces of all four were blushed. They took advantage of the last trace of clarity in their brains, processed a little leftovers, cleaned up the kitchen and dining table, and began to nest on the sofa, turn on the TV, and follow the program to prepare for the New Year's Eve when they were a child.

"I like this host very much." Jiang Youshu pointed to the TV and said with a smile, "I'm good at telling jokes."

Yan Anzhen saw that she was a little drunk. She held her trembling fingers and held her in her arms with a light force. She also fell down, posing as a salted fish, rubbing her head unconsciously. His chin is like a coquettish cat, and his eyes are slightly narrowed, lazily and comfortable.

"There is Sister Yu, I want too!" Ninghao was stuffed with dog food, relied on getting drunk and became lawless, clamoring for Jiang Youyu to hug.

Jiang Youyu was entangled by her for a long time, and then slowly said: "I also know this host."

Ning Hao ignored her, pulled her arms around her from behind, buried her head in the other's shoulders with a grin, and took a deep breath, revealing a foolish smile.

The four of them sit or lie down, and are about to welcome the New Year in the passing time.

...Seems to have forgotten something.

Jiang Youyu wanted to stretch out her hand, but found that Ning Hao couldn't move, so she fumbled for a while on the sofa with her other hand, still staring at the TV, and finally touched her mobile phone, took it over and took a look, the screen immediately jumped out three. Messages of missed calls.

dad.

In an instant, the wine woke up.

Jiang Youyu's dark eyes suddenly became clear, and he suddenly regained his senses. The scattered eyes were condensed into sharp light, which shot towards the electronic screen, and opened WeChat with cold fingers.

Father Jiang: [Why don't you answer the phone?]

Father Jiang: [Where are you, why don't you go home]

Father Jiang: [Ayu, don't make children angry, call me back]

The last message came from half an hour ago, and the breath of deterrence exuding just six words was about to overflow from the screen.

[Go home immediately, I have something to tell you]

She stared at these pieces of news, speechless for a long while.

Ning in her arms seemed to be aware of her sudden aura, raised her bewildered eyes, sprayed the sultry scent of alcohol, and asked, "What's the matter with sister Yu?"

At this time, the host’s voice with a smile came from the TV: "...Let's count down together, ten-nine-eight -"

Jiang Youshu, who was lying on Yan Anzhen's lap, stretched out his hand, touched her chin, blinked and whispered, "A Zhen?"

"Seven—Six—Five—"

Yan Anzhen lowered her head and stared at Jiang Youshu, and said softly, "I am here."

"Four——Three——Two——"

Jiang Youyu was silent, and Ninghao struggled to sit up from her arms, suddenly held her face, and leaned in close. The almost sticky feeling was dissipated by Ninghao's hot breath, and she subconsciously hugged each other.

"one--"

They hugged each other and kissed deeply amidst the cheers of "Happy New Year".