Pat Me Please

After the sound ceremony, Xiang Wan changed his clothes, and a few people went out for dinner. Su Chang generously booked a French restaurant near the river in advance. Yu Zhou rolled her eyes and thought it was exaggerated. I thought I was going to be a movie queen.

Fortunately, this French restaurant is not very big, and it doesn't look very luxurious, so it shouldn't be very expensive. As she walked in, she evaluated the grade of decoration, making plans in her mind.

There's no other way, since I'm the boss's wife, some headaches are necessary. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

In fact, there are only four of them, there is no need to book the entire restaurant, but Su Chang has a bad habit, if she is experiencing a particularly noisy scene, she wants to quiet down quickly, preferably without anyone The intrusive kind.

If she hadn't been too lazy to clean up, she might have suggested staying at home.

In fact, the private rooms are okay, but she wanted to enjoy some fresh air on the terrace near the river to refresh her mind. The terraces are scattered with tables and chairs without any shelter, so she chose the private room.

Yu Zhou was dishonest while sitting. She leaned on the railing with a champagne glass and watched the passing ships. She didn't like to look at the big ones, so she just stared at the small boats salvaging the river.

Far away, like an exiled lantern.

A familiar shadow approached beside her, and Xiang Wan was half a step away from her, watching the scenery of the river.

Yu Zhou thought it was very fun, as if she had returned to the beginning, Xiang Wan would follow what she did, and she followed suit, never leaving her.

"Wanwan, you spoke so well tonight, I almost cried," she turned her head to look at her curiously, "Have you memorized the words?"

Xiang Wan smiled and admitted: "I have recited it."

"Let me just say, it sounds like there are manuscripts, and they are progressive."

"However," Yu Zhou leaned on the railing again, "It's great, it's great."

"You are smarter than I imagined, more generous than I imagined, and more organized than I imagined. I used to think you were the kind of crying girl," Yu Zhou laughed, "You know, I just When I was with Su Chang, I was afraid that you would be sad and dare not tell you, but you came back and gave me a bracelet, but you said it first. At that time, I felt, alas, I am not like your sister. You are mature too much."

Xiang Wan crossed his fingers, placed them on the railing, and bent his mouth: "It's not that I've never been sad."

"ah?"

"Because you didn't open your mouth to say these words to me until today, so I also hold a grudge."

"This..." Yu Zhou was a little at a loss.

Xiang Wan looked at her peacefully, and said in a sweet voice, "Make a funny face."

"ah?"

"Make a face, and I'll forgive you."

Yu Zhou was taken aback for a moment, remembering that he was at home with Xiang Wan before, when Xiang Wan got into trouble, he pulled her cheek and said that he would forgive her by making a funny face, but suddenly his eyes became hot, and he felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

But she looked at Xiang Wan, who was now slim and handsome, and felt that it was very good now, so she handed the champagne glass to Xiang Wan, propped up the tip of her nose with her index finger, and stretched her eyes with the other hand, sticking out her tongue, looking at Xiang Wan. Dazed, then Yu Zhou withdrew his hand in an instant and raised his eyebrows: "Got it? This is called a grimace."

Xiang Wan raised his hand to cover his lips and laughed.

Yu Zhou touched his cheeks twice, rubbed them, and slowly relaxed the muscles that had been exercising just now, and looked at Yehe side by side with Xiang Wan.

Xiang Wan took a sip of her champagne glass and asked her, "Your drama will be launched soon. What are you going to do next? Write an article?"

"Well," Yu Zhou nodded, "I want to write a story about love."

Xiang Wan tilted his head and smiled: "Aren't all the stories you write about love?"

"No." Yu Zhou denied.

"I used to write about love."

"Do you know? I found one thing, that is, people nowadays, they keep saying that they don't believe in love anymore, but in fact they only believe in love. It can only be love. During this period of time, I have read a lot of material, and I have seen many allusions from the past, such as the orphan of the Zhao family, Wei Sheng holding a pillar, Boya breaking the piano, if it happened in modern times, no one would believe it, right?"

"Some people, they don't really believe in friendship, they don't really believe that scholars die for their confidants, they don't really believe that there is no bond of blood relationship, they think that love is the only driving force for self-defense, they think that love is the supreme and can explain everything emotion."

"Some of them will say, you write a fart, these two people don't love each other, what's the point of their relationship."

"But I don't think so, Wanwan." She looked at Xiang Wan and said.

"I don't think so either." Xiang Wan said.

In fact, some feelings may not be inferior to love.

"That's great, I have at least one reader." Yu Zhou smiled and turned his head away.

"Maybe there will be four?" Xiang Wan said with a smile.

"Huh? There are only three of you in total."

"Don't you know how to collect it yourself?"

Uh...was discovered, and every time the first collection was herself.

Looking at her relieved smile, Xiang Wan suddenly said, "Extend your hand, okay?"

"Ah? You won't want to shake my hand again, even though I'm a little charming when I'm reasoning." Yu Zhou grimaced, how inappropriate this is.

Xiang Wan stared at her leisurely.

Yu Zhou didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd, so he reached out his hand hesitantly, raised his hand to Xiang Wan, and patted her palm lightly.

Love is a handshake, love is a pat.

Xiang Wan pursed his lips and smiled, then turned his head and blew the cool wind that was gifted tonight.

In the blink of an eye, March and April, it is the New Year again.

Su Chang and Yu Zhou went home this New Year's Eve, and Xiang Wan thought that they would not go up to join in the fun because they thought they would visit the house for the first time after reuniting, so she declined Ms. Zhao's invitation on the pretext of being busy with work, and at Ms. Zhao's strong request, The video showed her the New Year's Eve dinner she made, and promised to go back to see her after work, before hanging up the phone, turning on the TV, and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The Chinese New Year in Jiangcheng is different from Yu Zhou's hometown. There are no crackling firecrackers, and it is much more deserted and indifferent.

But this kind of indifference is actually a kind of protection, because too many people who work hard in Jiangcheng have no time to go home, so they can only celebrate the New Year in a different place by themselves. For the huge group of "Jiangdrift", the indifferent New Year is peaceful There is not much difference between days and days, and the homesickness is not so strong.

Xiang Wan’s mobile phone this year is also lively enough. A large number of private messages and comments wish her a happy new year. Many listeners and friends who have never met her regard her as a close sister and tell her about their own difficulties and sufferings in private messages. The kind that people have spoken.

Xiang Wan looked carefully, most of the time, she acted like a "tree hole" who would not reply, because she was afraid that if she came back to life, she might frighten their desire to confide.

But the lively emotions in these private messages also made her not alone.

There are also friends in her circle who send her messages to chat from time to time, and Chao Xin, who is famous for being cold and arrogant, also sent her New Year greetings.

She thanked politely: "Thank you, Teacher Chao."

Usually there will be no more replies, but Chao Xin replied: "You're welcome."

So they chatted for a while about the feedback on the broadcast of the series. This theme was considered new, and the audience responded very well, especially Chao Xin's girly voice was eye-catching, and Xiang Wan's Yujie voice was also very pleasant.

"Happy New Year to the teacher."

Chao Xin sent a voice, it was a girl who sounded in her teens, Xiang Wan understood instantly, smiled, and replied softly, "Happy New Year, little friend."

Putting down the phone, before the screen went black, a call rang.

Xiang Wan was a little surprised that it was Peng Houzhi.

"Wait!" She giggled on the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Come down! At the gate of the community, my sister will take you for a ride."

Peng Yuzhi is a local, and she has always been in Jiangcheng for the festivals. She sees her family all year round, and she doesn't have a sense of ritual about the New Year's Day, so she often goes out during the Spring Festival holiday, gathering with old classmates and so on. This Spring Festival, she was afraid that Xiang Wan would be too lonely, so she greeted her family and ran out.

Xiang Wan went down wrapped in a scarf, startled, Peng Houzhi was leaning next to a heavy motorcycle, holding a helmet, laughing mischievously.

If someone else did this action, it would be a bit oily, but Peng Houzhi is fine, after all, the flaming red lips are very flamboyant.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Wan rubbed his hands, gasping.

"It's fun to take you to temple fairs at night." Peng Yuzhi threw the helmet to her.

"But..." Riding a motorcycle in the winter, it's so cold, just thinking about it, I'm scratching my face.

"Sister, you have to overcome your fear of two wheels, get in the car, and hug me."

Xiang Wan sat at the back reservedly, put his arms around Peng Houzhi's waist, the rumbling sound of starting up was like the thunder on the day Xiang Wan crossed over.

"Tomorrow's New Year's Day, there will be a temple fair, shall we go?" Peng Houzhi asked her.

"Um."

Peng Yuzhi smiled, she had to keep an eye on it, and Chao Xin was also a local, so she had to be wary of some sneaking in, the little cabbage she watched growing up was so good that she couldn't give it away.

...It doesn't mean that Mr. Chao is a pig.

But there are too many chasing and pulling, so pick and choose, right?

She nodded affirmatively.

On the other side, the small villa in Qiancheng stood exhausted after a whole day of firecrackers and bombings.

Yu Zhou was very distressed. She felt that she was about to have ringing in her ears, and her mind was still buzzing after taking a shower, and she couldn't even input Ms. Zhao's magic voice.

Walking into the bedroom while wiping her face, Su Chang stood in front of the window, flipping through her homework under the halo of the desk lamp.

"Turn over every year." Yu Zhou thought it was funny, "What's so interesting about it?"

"The composition you wrote before was quite interesting." Su Chang said.

"Really?" Yu Zhou leaned over.

Then he chased Su Chang away: "You go take a shower first, let me appreciate my talent back then."

Su Chang didn't move, Yu Zhou said: "I just warmed up the bathroom for you. We don't have enough heating, you know, if you are lazy again, you will freeze to death in a while."

Su Chang smiled, pinched her face lightly, then turned to get her pajamas.

Yu Zhou lowered his head with a smile, then read Su Chang's open book, speechless, what was my ideal in elementary school, my mother, my teacher, what's so interesting.

It may be interesting that the first sentence of both "My Mother" and "My Teacher" is: "There is the greatest woman in the world, and the woman I love the most in the world, that is, my..."

Yu Zhou laughed out loud.

Routine, routine.

After closing the homework book in elementary school, she opened the lower one. At that time, she had just entered junior high school, and the school issued special advanced composition texts. The cover was blue, which looked like a book.

At that time, she thought, if she writes a particularly wonderful composition, then in the future, she will have her own little book, what name will she give it? Maybe it's called "Yu Xiaozhou's Composition Collection".

Her little dream of being a writer started from this unfinished composition.

She turned to the first page, read it carefully, and suddenly froze.

There are only three or four lines, and it is an unfinished story. To be precise, there is only one copywriting and character design.

It was her first attempt to write a novel, and she only recorded the inspiration, but due to lack of persistence, the novel did not come out.

The composition text reads like this:

In class today, the teacher talked about Li Chao. Li Chao’s clothes are really beautiful. I want to write a story about a girl from Li Chao who traveled here. I want to be good friends with her...

Yu Zhou's breathing stopped, and the lingering fireworks outside hit her face, like a gap left by time and space.

She suddenly remembered that when she first met Xiang Wan, she was sitting at a loss in the living room of her home.

Yu Zhou looked at her in fear: "Did you... go the wrong way?"

"It seems to me that I went wrong."

No, she did not go wrong.

With the wish of 13-year-old Yu Zhou, she was invited to meet with 25-year-old Yu Zhou, so that she, who was devastated, could see her newly sprouted heart when she was 13 years old.

And the girl who was supposed to die in the Li Dynasty at the age of 18 also came to modern times because of Yu Zhou's original intention many years later, and started a new life.

Yu Zhou closed his homework and smiled warmly.

On the mobile phone at hand, Xiang Wan just replied to her: "Happy New Year, Zhou Zhou."

When Su Chang came out of the shower, Yu Zhou seemed to have fallen asleep, lying quietly on his side on the bed, making no sound at all.

Su Chang walked over lightly, lifted the quilt, and just lay down, Yu Zhou leaned over and hugged her like a warm kitten.

Raising his hand to touch her soft long hair, Su Chang asked her in a low voice: "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, now that I have moved to your house, let's rent out my house."

Yu Zhou rubbed against her arms.

"Huh?" Su Chang didn't react at first, and was stunned for two or three seconds.

What Yu Zhou meant was that she didn't want to leave a small home for herself. She wanted to live with Su Chang for a long time. Even if the two quarreled and wanted to run away from home, I'm afraid I should let myself think about it calmly. , because it is not so convenient to find a way out.

Su Chang smiled warmly, looked at Yu Zhou, and gradually closed his arms around her.

"Now, can you say something I want to hear."

"What words?"

"To be with me forever, this sentence."

Yu Zhou is a little funny, Su Chang should be a person who never believes in eternity, because she is very practical, and, didn't they agree before, who can say for sure what will happen in the future.

Yu Zhou bit his lip, looked at her and said softly, "But..."

"You can lie to me." Su Chang said.

Yu Zhou blinked, remembering that Su Chang once told her, don't lie to me again.

But today she said, you can lie to me.

Yu Zhou put his arms around her neck and shook his head seriously: "I won't lie to you."

Don't lie to you, I want to be with you forever.

She knew it was silly and rude to say it like this, and it was impossible to write like this, but she still wanted to use this sentence as the last sentence between her and Su Chang in 2023.

As for the first sentence of 2024...

"Happy New Year." Yu Zhou closed his eyes comfortably and whispered to Su Chang's heart.

I hope you are really happy.

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