64 Reset Lights | First sentence: I love you
The ones who were even more shocked than Jiang Yu were Jiang Sanlu and Jiang Meiyi.
Jiang Sanlu was like a robot that suddenly lost power, spinning in circles with his hands nowhere to put.
Jiang Meiyi stomped her feet and cried out "Ouch, ouch!", and the program list in her hand was crumpled into a dough twist.
Jiang Sanlu grabbed the deputy village chief's arm, his voice cracking with anxiety: "Help me check, is this too embarrassing?"
The deputy village chief himself was lost in doubt, his eyes wandering off into the distance as he casually said, "I told you not to wear new clothes."
Jiang Sanlu said, "I can't change it! Just look at this one, help me take a look."
The deputy village chief said casually, "Very good, very good."
"What are you looking at? It's fine if you don't even look at it."
Jiang Sanlu followed the deputy village chief's gaze and it was obvious that he was watching two young people hugging.
At this moment, the deputy village chief suddenly narrowed his eyes and said abruptly, "This girl looks like Lawyer Lin who came to help us recover the bluestone statue last time."
As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Sanlu's ears instantly turned redder than the stage curtain.
Jiang Sanlu said to himself, "This kid said I've seen his girlfriend, that's what he meant."
Jiang Meiyi realized something the moment these words landed, and immediately squeezed over from behind, patting his shoulder with a disdainful smile: "Otherwise, I told you to ask more questions, but you pretended to be a well-mannered father, saying you had to respect your son's privacy. Now you're at a loss!"
Jiang Sanlu retorted in a low voice: "What do you know!"
"I don't understand?" Jiang Meiyi sneered. "What I understand most now is that if you had asked earlier, you would have prepared the gift and would have been ready to receive them long ago. You wouldn't have to be asking questions now."
As they spoke, the two looked at each other and sighed in unison.
Just at this moment, the door of a car not far away opened with a click, and four people walked out. The corners of their clothes were fluttering in the wind, and they looked like relatives.
The two of them immediately agreed and ran over one after the other, leaving a trail of hurried and cheerful footprints in front of everyone's eyes.
Upon seeing this, the deputy village chief quickly had someone stuff the heavy bunch of keys of the village committee into Jiang Sanlu's hands, saying that since the in-laws were visiting for the first time, they had to go to a big place to show that we were generous and capable of doing big things.
Jiang Sanlu calculated in his mind and found that there was indeed only one pair of Spring Festival couplets hanging in his living room, and even half of the "Fu" character was crooked.
At least the village committee had lanterns hanging high and red carpets on the ground, which gave it a bit of a festive atmosphere. So he agreed with a smile and took his in-laws with him.
Four young people stayed at the Spring Festival Gala to watch the show and enjoy the fireworks.
The stage lights swayed, the drumbeats made the chairs tremble, and bunches of fireworks bloomed in the night sky.
Amidst the thunderous applause, the festive atmosphere of the New Year almost overflowed.
However, Lin Weifeng was on her period that day.
She wrapped her coat tightly around her, but still felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen.
She didn't say anything.
Jiang Yu felt that her face looked a little tired and asked her if she was tired. She shook her head.
Sun Zhengxiao also noticed that Lin Weifeng was not feeling well, as if she had installed radar. She looked very disappointed with Jiang Yu and whispered in his ear, "She can't stand the cold today. Take her back first."
Jiang Yu understood immediately and tied the scarf around her neck tighter. He placed his palm on her lower back and gently pulled her with force: "Go home and warm up."
Lin Weifeng was half-protected in his arms and stood up slowly.
Jiang Yu found Jiang Sanlu's bicycle, asked Lin Weifeng to sit on the back seat, and took her home.
When I opened the door, warmth hit me.
Jiang Yu brought Lin Weifeng into his room, pressed the switches of the air conditioner and heater, and the warm air hummed.
He turned and went to the kitchen, quickly brought back a glass of warm water, and handed it to her palm: "You're not feeling well, and you still come to celebrate my birthday with me?"
Lin Weifeng held the cup, smiling like a small firework exploding outside the window: "Didn't you say it? I'm in a relationship."
Jiang Yu sat down beside her, placed his palm on her cold fingers, and slowly tightened it.
The warmth spread all the way, warming her hands.
Lin Weifeng suddenly remembered something, pulled back his warm hand, reached into his backpack, and took out a soft velvet bag the size of his palm, with a handmade hyacinth stuck in the opening of the bag.
"Here you go," she handed it over, "in exchange for your gift."
Jiang Yu took it, opened the bag, placed the hyacinth next to his pillow, and then a small frosted aluminum tube fell out of it.
It's a hand cream.
“It’s not expensive,” she explained, “but I made it myself, and it tastes unique.”
Jiang Yu stretched out his hand in front of her, palm facing up: "I want to try."
Lin Weifeng unscrewed the lid, squeezed out a little milky white paste, dropped it on his palm, and then gently pushed it open with his fingertips.
The slightly cool paste gradually melts, interweaving the scent of wood and flowers.
"Does it smell good?" she asked.
"Hmm, woody floral."
"You're quite understanding."
"Professional." Jiang Yu smiled.
Lin Weifeng put the hand cream aside and looked up: "Where's your gift? Give it to me."
The warm wind continued to rise, and the woody fragrance quietly filled the room, as if sinking into the entire greenhouse.
Jiang Yu took a deep breath, his eyes fell on her face, and he said firmly: "Breeze, I want to talk to you first, and then give you the gift."
His eyes were firm, his tone serious, and there was no trace of joking in his voice.
Lin Weifeng also restrained his smile and asked, "What did you say?"
"The two of us."
"us?"
"Breeze, the first thing I want to say is," he raised his eyes, smiled slightly, and said in a low but firm voice, "I love you."
Lin Weifeng curled her lips: "I am the same."
"I know," he paused, as if weighing every word that followed. "It's precisely because I know this that I've been reflecting on it these past few days. I have to admit, during that operation in Beiwan, I wasn't sure I could rescue you. Miao Zheng gambled your life with my heart, and I chose to trade his heart for your life. Rather than risking my life alone."
Lin Weifeng tilted her head, her hair brushing across her eyelashes. "Are you afraid I'll blame you?"
"You are strong and bright enough. You would never push me away. If you blame me, I wouldn't be able to see you today."
"That day, it was clearly me who stopped you from saving me."
"You are not giving in because you are considering the overall situation. It doesn't mean that I must abandon your safety."
Lin Weifeng was quiet for a moment, then said, "Actually, I know you've been blaming yourself these past few days."
Jiang Yu's eyelashes trembled.
Lin Weifeng smiled and said, "When you saw Wenling that day, your expression suddenly changed. Don't I have any observation skills at all?"
After she said it, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Jiang Yu, my feelings for you are simple, full of passion and without any purpose. But simplicity doesn't mean emptiness. I can feel the ever-changing smile on your face and the mixed emotions in your tone."
Jiang Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered the name: "Wenling..."
As if afraid of alarming something, or even alarming herself, "I'm also surprised that I'm afraid of you mentioning him."
So, Breeze is right.
The existence of Wenling stimulated the complex thoughts in his heart.
"Because you're secretly choosing for me!" Lin Weifeng answered firmly, his eyes sparkling. "Jiang Yu, it's not that you don't dare to risk your life alone, nor that you're unwilling to give up everything to save me. That was a major crime, not a love affair where you and I can only love each other. They used me to threaten you to betray them. If you come to save me, can we go back alive? If you don't come to save me, we may be able to successfully catch them all, right?"
She was right again.
Jiang Yu suddenly reached out and held her tightly in his arms.
He lowered his head, resting his forehead on her warm neck, his breathing trembling uncontrollably.
A tear, hot and silent, slid across his eyelashes and landed in the hollow of her collarbone.
"I'm scared."
His voice was muffled deep in his throat, so low that it was almost inaudible, but heavy enough to crush any shell pretending to be strong.
"I'm scared, Breeze."
Lin Weifeng's eyes were moist, "Jiang Yu, do you think I'll be fine these few days?"
Jiang Yu took a deep breath, said nothing, and just hugged her tighter.
"I told you last time, I was afraid you wouldn't come back," Lin Weifeng said, "I couldn't even ask, no one told me."
Jiang Yu rubbed her with his chin and said "hmm".
After a while, Lin Weifeng said, "Say the first sentence you were about to say again."
Jiang Yu: "I love you."
"Love has no solution, so why blame yourself?" she continued.
The woody fragrance slowly rose in the room, and the silent response between them was more beautiful than a thousand words.
Jiang Yu slowly loosened his embrace and said, "But sometimes, I also want you to have your own ideal country, even if I'm not the one guarding the gate in the end."
Lin Weifeng asked bluntly: "You hope it's Wenling?"
"No..." Jiang Yu immediately.
"Then why should I re-evaluate my fear because of him?"
Jiang Yu slowed down and said, "Actually, the hostage that Miao Zheng first kidnapped that day was Ning Sicheng."
Lin Weifeng quickly reviewed the details of that day.
"I see."
No wonder Ning Sicheng wanted to save her for no reason.
Jiang Yu: "Look, once I'm targeted by a criminal organization, everyone around me, whether related or not, will have to go through unnecessary trouble."
He laughed at himself, "After this ordeal, I can't even promise that I won't put you in danger again, nor can I promise that I can show up on time every time."
His voice trailed off, "I can't even promise...I can't guarantee I'll always be safe."
He raised his eyes and asked, "Can I enter your ideal country as I am now?"
Under the light, Lin Weifeng's eyelashes trembled.
She didn't answer immediately, but simply clasped her hand gently around his wrist.
"Silly boy, the Utopia doesn't exist. It's not a city, but a road that keeps getting closer." Lin Weifeng said, "On this road, there are clear skies and turbulent waters, the Wenyuan Canon, the fragrance of hyacinths, and you. I will walk my own path, and you will be responsible for holding my hand. If I say we can walk together, then we can walk together."
Jiang Yu looked at her for a long time. Finally, he smiled with relief.
He placed his palm over hers, and at the moment their fingers interlocked, a huge firework bloomed outside the window, brightly and passionately, completing the answer for both of them.
Finally, Lin Weifeng stretched out his hand again, palm facing up: "Give me the gift."
Jiang Yu sat where he was, reached into his coat pocket, and took out a palm-sized purple velvet box.
He opened the lid of the box, and a silver light fell into Lin Weifeng's eyes. It was a metal bracelet.
The design was inspired by the silver belt hooks they had seen side by side at Engi Airport. They were paired and shrunk into a thin bracelet. The inside of the hook was engraved with a thin seal script: Never forget each other.
Lin Weifeng was stunned for a moment: "Did you do it yourself?"
Jiang Yu pretended to be arrogant: "You can't buy this."
He spoke in a low voice, with his usual sour tone: "Unfortunately, the enemy sent you a bracelet first. I wonder if Lawyer Lin can still free up a hand to wear it."
Lin Weifeng smiled, rolled up his left sleeve, and let him put it on himself.
Jiang Yu lowered her head and let the silver hook wrap around her wrist.
Jiang Yu said: "Lin Weifeng, I don't want you to like anyone else."
He paused, as if trying to suppress the last trembling in his chest. "That day, Wenling stood in front of you, but I couldn't say a word that could defeat him on the spot - because our relationship was on hold."
Lin Weifeng's lips curled up, and he smiled softly: "Then I declare that this relationship will continue from now on."
The moment they snapped together, Jiang Yu also smiled: "This time, we are really in love, right?"
She raised her eyes, her gaze flickering slightly: "Is saying 'yes' enough?"
As he spoke, Jiang Yu moved closer, ran his fingertips through the slightly messy hair on his forehead, and gently pulled it, and their breaths collided.
"Not enough," he said.
Time slows down.
He first touched the corner of her lips, testing her willingness.
When she responded, she rushed forward without hesitation, the tip of her tongue carrying the coolness of the night breeze, merging with the heat between his lips and teeth into a scorching river.
Jiang Yu's arms wrapped around her waist, tightening little by little, as if he wanted to embed her into the bone gap.
Lin Weifeng placed his palm on the back of his neck, and his fingertips could feel the frantic beating of his pulse, like fireworks exploding in the distance, or like the heartbeat resonating in his chest at this moment.
The village evening in Jiangguan Village was over. Fireworks outside the window were rising into the sky continuously at this moment, and waterfalls of light like broken gold poured down and fell on their overlapping shadows.
The room was filled with warmth, and the lingering warmth of the woody scent was evaporated into a soft mist by the temperature between the lips.
They squinted their eyes slightly, and in each other's pupils, they saw the first fire of the New Year, as well as the countless springs, autumns, winters and summers to come.
The kiss was deep, yet slow, as if wanting to give all the unspoken love to the other person in one sexual intercourse.
Not until their breathing began to tremble and their fingertips became slightly numb from the effort did they separate slightly, their foreheads touching, their lips still bearing the warmth of each other.
Lin Weifeng chuckled softly, her breath brushing against his lips: "I can't proceed to the next step today, so I'll make up for the countdown every year from now on, okay?"
Jiang Yu responded softly, "Am I such a fussy person?"
Lin Weifeng said: "You can be."
Jiang Yu said: "Then I am, you must not forget."
"Not only will I not forget, I will also whisper in your ear, Happy Birthday, Jiang Yu."
Then, the kiss fell again.
This time, it lasts longer than fireworks and is more joyful than the New Year.
until……
Song Ze called and said, "Uncle Lin and Uncle Jiang drank white wine at the village committee and are completely drunk!"
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