Turbid Light

A uniform shout came from downstairs. Everyone dropped their notebooks and ran to the glass window to look down. The square was crowded with people, moving forward. From their position, they could just see the twin towers opposite.

The New Year's bell rang with the countdown, and as soon as I let go of my hands, the balloons rose into the air and floated aimlessly into the distance, forming a new starry sky.

"Sister Xun, what are you doing?"

"Make a wish!" Xun Muke nodded his chin, "It's New Year's Eve, don't you see that everyone here is making a wish?"

"Oh~" Zhang Qiuchi put his hands together, and others joined the team, praying for peace and prosperity in the new year.

Jiang Li felt someone touching his fingers, and their fingers hooked together.

After a moment, Jiang Li whispered in his ear: "Happy New Year."

"Come on, come on, let's take a photo!" Xun Muke took out the camera from his bag and said, "Don't waste my good position."

This restaurant is very difficult to book, and this location is the best viewing platform every year.

After adjusting the camera and asking the waiter to take the photo for them, Xun Muke reminded everyone while adjusting his own clothes, "I'll give you one minute to think about the poses for the photo later. Hurry!"

While waiting, she looked at everyone carefully: Bai Shuo and Cheng Xiaoxiang who were checking each other, Zhang Qiuchi who was looking for Lu Yuyao's lipstick, Wang Jia and Xiao Cen who were playing around with the primary school students, Jiang Li and Chen An who were gossiping next to them, and... Han Ming who was looking at her. The moment he saw her, it was as if her thoughts were seen through, and she was so shocked that she quickly looked away.

Xun Muke returned to the queue and signaled the waiter to take a few more photos.

"Everyone, look at the camera. Three, two, one, eggplant!"

With a click, they were framed in the photo forever.

Two hours later, Xun Muke was helped out of the restaurant, still mumbling nonsense, "My alcohol tolerance...hiccup...must be better than yours!"

Lu Yuyao was about to fall down, and Han Ming lent her a hand and said, "Okay, okay, you have the best alcohol tolerance."

The drinks they ordered were very diverse, but they drank very restrainedly. Only Xun Muke tried every kind of drink, as he looked like he wanted to drink someone to death.

Han Ming and Lu Yuyao planned to send her home first, and the others called a designated driver.

They chatted idly in the car. Jiang Li pointed at the snow outside the car window and said dazedly, "What a heavy snow."

Chen An held his cold hand and said, "Yeah. It only rained in the past few years, but this year it snowed heavily."

Jiang Li pulled his bound hands free and began drawing on the car window. He first drew a large heart, then wrote a few letters inside the heart. They were blurry and hard to read. Chen An asked him what he had written, and Jiang Li grabbed Chen An's fingers and traced them: C&S.

"You wrote it wrong, didn't you?" Chen An took the initiative and pressed his index finger to rewrite it. "Yes, C&J."

Jiang Li suddenly broke free from him and erased all the words with force, and finally erased the heart as well.

Chen An circled him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Not long after, Jiang Li recovered and smiled at him, "I'm sleepy."

"Go to sleep." Chen An took him into his arms and patted him like a child.

As he was patting her, Jiang Li really fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by the heat. His old clothes had been changed and there was no smell of alcohol on his body. He must have taken a shower.

The man's body temperature was high, and the heat was continuously transferred to him. In addition, the other party hugged him too tightly, making him sweat.

Jiang Li struggled out of his arms and reached for her cell phone. It was five in the morning and it was pitch black outside, so she couldn't tell if it was snowing.

He couldn't sleep, so he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open. His hearing became sharp in the pitch-black environment. He heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the balcony and even small hail hitting the window. He felt itchy and an idea popped into his mind: he wanted to build a snowman.

So he began to think about how to get downstairs safely without waking up Chen An.

I rehearsed the action of lifting the quilt and getting out of bed countless times in my mind. Just as I pinched a corner of the quilt and before I could lift it, it was pulled back. "Where are you going?"

"I..." He didn't sound like he had just woken up, so Jiang Li asked him, "When did you wake up?"

"I woke up when you were staring at the ceiling."

"Did I... wake you?"

"Yeah." As he said that, he buried his head in Jiang Li's neck and asked again, "So what are you going to do?"

Jiang Li weighed the pros and cons between telling the truth and lying and running away, and finally chose to tell the truth, "I want to build a snowman."

There was no sound from his neck for a long time, so long that he thought Chen An had fallen asleep again. The next second, the person next to him suddenly got up and pulled him, "Let's go."

"ah?"

What kind of person would come out to build a snowman so late at night, and what kind of person would agree to this outrageous proposal and accompany him to build a snowman.

A street lamp illuminated the snowman they had built. Jiang Li touched his chin, frowning in thought, "I always feel like something is missing..."

This snowman is made very standardly and looks very nice, but it seems to lack some popularity.

A few minutes later, Jiang Li ran upstairs, and a few minutes later ran downstairs with a hat and scarf in his hands.

He put a huge bamboo hat on the snowman's head and tied a red scarf around the snowman. The two completely different styles put together looked out of place.

"Are you going for a martial arts style or an urban style?" Chen An said he didn't understand his combination.

Jiang Li inserted the branches into the snowman's hands and said calmly, "Martial arts urban style."

Jiang Li took out his phone, took a picture, and posted it on his WeChat Moments, captioning it: "On a whim." It was the terrifying 5:55 AM.

Chen An went in, gave him a thumbs up, and then quickly exited.

Jiang Li clapped his hands in satisfaction before taking off his gloves. "Let's go."