Perhaps once they get married, both sides can celebrate the New Year together.
On TV, when the clock struck twelve during the Spring Festival Gala, Si Boye sent her a message telling her to go upstairs to her room and look out the window.
She stepped out of her brothers' arms.
As soon as I got back to my room upstairs, I saw fireworks blooming in the night sky outside the window, dazzling and brilliant.
The sound of children cheering could be heard from not far away.
Is this a gift he gave her?
Jiang Nian walked closer to the window.
I pushed open the window, just about to stick my head out.
The next second, Si Boye, just like before, skillfully climbed in through the window.
"..."
Jiang Nian looked over calmly and said, "We're already engaged, so you could have come in through the front door."
"I'm used to it," the man said, his eyes narrowing in a good mood, still carrying the chill of the night.
He looked down at her intently.
"Besides, how can we spend New Year's Eve together if we come in through the front door?"
He didn't even have time to close the window before he pressed her down on the bed and kissed her deeply.
During a brief pause to catch her breath, Jiang Nian spoke, panting.
"Fireworks... I didn't get a chance to see them."
“Fireworks can’t compare to me,” Si Boye chuckled, lingeringly kissing the small red mole on her earlobe. “We have many, many more nights to go, and we can watch fireworks anytime. But tonight…”
Their first New Year's Eve.
There should be a deeper memory.
*
On New Year's Eve, Jiang Nian sent out many text messages and received many text messages.
She sent it to her mentors and teachers who had taught her.
The text messages I received were mostly well wishes from friends. Besides Han Xu and Tang Qiuyue, there were also Song Sichen, Qi Yi, and others.
Only Lu Zhaokun did not send her a text message.
After returning to China, he never contacted her again.
Only Chen Ji maintained contact with her.
Chen Ji told him that it had snowed heavily in Luocheng the night before.
After spending time with Si Boye, Jiang Nian didn't sleep at home. Instead, she quickly tidied up and boarded a plane to the United States in the early hours of the morning.
When she landed in the US, it was already the first day of the Lunar New Year in China. But in the US, according to the lunar calendar, it was still the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month.
She had never realized that time difference was such a wonderful thing.
When Jiang Ren returned to the villa, he saw her and froze. His eyes flickered, but he didn't dare to approach her.
Chen Ji seemed pleasantly surprised.
"Miss is back."
"I'll go tell the master right away."
"No need." She stopped Chen Ji and walked in the direction she remembered.
Upon arriving in the courtyard, I indeed saw that figure standing amidst the white snow.
Tall, thin, and lonely.
It made her heart ache.
She gently hugged the man from behind. She couldn't imagine how long he had been standing alone in the snow for so long to feel so cold.
"Why are you back?"
Lu Zhaokun had his back to her, his tone still indifferent.
"I'll be back to spend New Year's Eve with you... just a few more hours."
"I don't need it, and this isn't China."
"But I need it."
She forced the man to turn around.
She took off her scarf and wrapped it around his neck, then grabbed his hand to warm it up.
Lu Zhaokun frowned, trying to pull his hand away: "—It's cold."
It refers to his cold hands.
I don't want to chill her.
Jiang Nian took his hand and looked into his eyes: "If you really don't need me, I really will leave."
Lu Zhaokun remained silent, his gaze deepening.
Jiang Nian let go of his hand and turned to leave.
But the man behind her grabbed her wrist.
His voice was hoarse.
"...Don't go."
He was a high-ranking figure, and others had always been the ones who submitted to him and begged for his favor.
But she could hear a slight tremor of pleading in the man's voice.
A pang of sadness welled up in her heart, and she turned away.
“I won’t leave… I’ll do this every year from now on. I’ll spend New Year’s Eve with them, and I’ll come back to spend New Year’s with you, okay?”
Lu Zhaokun looked at her for a long time before finally speaking: "...Okay."
*
In the end, the story always seems to settle into a mundane routine.
But a simple and beautiful ending is already the best possible outcome.
Perhaps the night is long and the sunrise is still far away.
But there will always be a sunrise in this world that rises for you.
—The End—
Thank you for your companionship, thank you for the encounter.
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