Yang Qingheng looked up at the two of them, surprised: "Zhang Miao?"

Zhang Miao was surprised that she actually remembered him. He was so excited that his face turned red. He let go of the man's hand next to him and grabbed Yang Qingheng's sleeve: "Long time no see. You're shopping here too? I heard there are fireworks later. Do you want to come with me to watch them?"

The man beside her sighed and glanced at Song Hengjue and Yang Qingheng, who were clearly a couple. He chuckled at his girlfriend and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to be with me?"

Zhang Miao then remembered her boyfriend and pulled him aside to introduce him to Yang Qingheng: "Mo Jie, this is my boyfriend."

After speaking, he looked at Song Hengjue next to Yang Qingheng and asked, "What's this?"

Yang Qingheng is now somewhat relieved that she is from the school next door and doesn't know her that well, otherwise it would be difficult to explain today.

He smiled faintly, pursing his lips: "This is my brother..."

"Boyfriend." Seeing that she really didn't intend to give him a title, Song Hengjue interrupted her, stepped forward and intertwined his fingers with hers, and politely nodded to the two people opposite them.

childish.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him.

Song Hengjue turned his head away, refusing to accept her criticism.

"So this is your boyfriend, Qingheng. You have good taste." Zhang Miao stared at Song Hengjue for a moment, then gave Yang Qingheng a thumbs up.

This face is clearly not ordinary; it's a perfect match for Sister Qingheng.

"Alright, alright, if you don't leave now, there won't be any places to stand by the river." Her boyfriend couldn't stand his girlfriend's gaze on Yang Qingheng, and he pulled her away with a sour look.

Yang Qingheng watched the two of them bicker and leave, then shook her head and chuckled softly.

The riverbank on the other side.

Qiao Xihe walked around the riverbank countless times, watching as more and more people gathered around her, but she couldn't find Song Hengjue anywhere, and she grew increasingly agitated.

She took out her phone to call him, but no one answered. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but then she choked on the air conditioning and coughed so hard that her lungs felt like they were going to fall out of her throat.

Her phone suddenly rang, and she answered it excitedly.

But it wasn't Song Hengjue's voice that came from the other end.

"Miss Qiao, shall we continue with the fireworks?"

Qiao Xihe gritted her teeth: "Release it, why won't you release it?"

She was all prepared; if she didn't let go, how could Song Hengjue see her feelings?

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"Young lady, would you like some candied hawthorns?" An old man called out enthusiastically as we passed a candied hawthorns stall.

Yang Qingheng realized she hadn't had this in a long time and felt a little hungry for it, so she nodded: "Give me one."

She took it and took a bite. Surprisingly, it tasted pretty good. She raised her chin at Song Hengjue and teased, "Boyfriend, do you want one?" Her tone was sarcastic.

Ever since Song Hengjue corrected her boyfriend in front of her friends, she's been like this all night, making sarcastic remarks even when buying something on the street.

"Boyfriend, do you want some donkey roll?"

"Boyfriend, do you want some sweet soup?"

"Boyfriend..."

Song Hengjue felt a pang of sympathy upon hearing this, squeezed her hand, and said helplessly, "Can we skip this?"

"Let you pretend." Yang Qingheng sneered, taking a bite of the candied hawthorn.

But then, with a loud bang, large fireworks burst in the sky, illuminating the night sky in a beautiful, dreamlike way.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Song Hengjue stared blankly at the woman beside him, the dazzling fireworks reflected in her eyes, and his heart was pounding.

His thin lips moved slightly, and he was inexplicably moved: "Yang Qingheng, Happy New Year."

The fireworks were very loud, and there was also the faint sound of firecrackers. Yang Qingheng didn't hear what he said clearly. She turned around, pointed to the horizon, and said excitedly, "Boyfriend, look! Qiao Xihe set off fireworks for you!"

Song Hengjue's emotion froze on his face, and he turned to look at her blankly: "Yang Qingheng." Can you please stop spoiling the mood?

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"It's nothing." Song Hengjue was furious and slammed her mouth shut, which only knew how to annoy people and spoil the fun.

Yang Qingheng blinked, pressed down on his neck, and returned the kiss passionately.

Song Hengjue then realized that the cold wind had made her face feel icy cold, and even her nose was red. Annoyed, she took out a mask from her pocket and carefully put it on her face, then lifted the scarf to cover half of her face.

"No, it's too cold. You'll catch a cold if we don't go back now. Let's go back first."

Yang Qingheng smacked her lips and nodded: "Okay."

But when I turned around, I saw someone familiar.

Qiao Xihe had called Song Hengjue more than a dozen times without getting an answer. She didn't expect to run into him right after returning from the riverbank. She rushed up excitedly, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the woman next to him. She remembered that he was with this woman, which was why he had changed his mind about watching the fireworks with her and had left her standing there for so long. She rushed up to him in a fit of anger and demanded, "Song Hengjue, why are you with her? Didn't you say you were going to watch the fireworks with me?!"

Just as Song Hengjue was about to speak, Yang Qingheng stopped him, stepped forward, and said in a pitiful voice, "Sister, are you angry? Don't misunderstand. Hengjue and I are just long-lost siblings. I was scared by the fireworks just now, and my brother insisted on staying here with me. Please don't scold him."

Not only Qiao Xihe, but even Song Hengjue standing next to her couldn't help but get goosebumps from that green tea-like look.

This is blatant provocation!

Qiao Xihe's face turned ashen: "Of course I won't blame him, but you, you're just a younger sister, disturbing..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Qingheng blinked, turned her back to her, pulled down her mask, and kissed Song Hengjue on the corner of her lips. When she turned back, she looked completely innocent: "Sister, this has always been how our family gets along. You don't mind, do you?"

Song Hengjue covered his lips, his ears turning bright red, as sweet as if he had eaten honey, staring intently at the back of Yang Qingheng's head.

Qiao Xihe's face turned pale, and she pointed at the two of them with trembling fingers, too angry to speak.

Yang Qingheng's face, hidden behind her mask, broke into a wide smile. She turned around, pulled off her mask, and gave Song Hengjue a few hard pecks.

This angered Qiao Xihe so much that she almost fainted and turned to leave.

Song Hengjue was so overwhelmed by the kiss that his mind went blank. In a daze, he saw Qiao Xihe about to leave and felt a little reluctant: "Wait, don't go."

When Qiao Xihe turned around and saw his still unsatisfied expression, she was truly furious. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted from anger.

The subordinate standing nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Boss!"

"Why are you so easily angered?" Song Hengjue touched his nose, feeling embarrassed.

Yang Qingheng found it amusing and kicked him: "Alright, go on, or you'll come and linger on us later." It's New Year's Day, and she didn't believe she'd go to the hospital with Qiao Xihe.