Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Drunk, let her do whatever she wants
Qiyu Village has abundant infrastructure. There are hospitals, shops and schools in the town, and it is convenient amidst the natural scenery.
The roads are wide and smooth, and the villagers live a prosperous life. After leaving the ancient village scenic area, there is a row of self-built three-story villas on the roadside, with white walls and green tiles, typical Hui-style architecture, each with its own characteristics, put together in a harmonious and elegant manner.
There are farmlands in the mountains, a bright moon in the sky, and the air is filled with the natural atmosphere far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. There is a breeze and bright moon all the way.
Jiang Chongyan walked in front.
After returning to the village, he changed into a new set of clothes, which became much simpler. He wore a hoodie all the way around his head, and his golden hair, which seemed out of place in the eyes of the villagers, was also intentionally covered up.
The black figure was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He walked slowly down the street, his hands in his shirt pockets and his gait casual.
Jiang Chongyan is a person with a very strong aura.
Even if it's just looking at the back.
In the crowd, on the stage, you’ll feel like you can only see him.
When a person walks on the road, his eyes will uncontrollably fall on him.
His years of dancing have given him an upright posture, allowing him to perform with ease and grace in everything he does. He also carries the imposing presence and dominance of a tall, masculine figure. His body is a weapon he wields flexibly, and he's accustomed to controlling everything on stage. In any space, he's the only one visible.
There was silence all around.
The streetlights overhead were bright, casting long shadows on the ground. The energy was very much like its owner, arrogant and calm.
Xin Tong followed him a few steps.
On the night when I was waiting for the meteor shower in Qiyu Village, I met him by chance on the cobblestone street and was invited to his house.
Although it was clearly an invitation, the young master didn't say a word. He walked silently in front and left her following behind.
No one spoke. Xin Tong stared at the back of the man in front of her in silence.
I didn't pay attention to my feet. Although it was a flat road, my footsteps sounded a bit chaotic. The soles of my shoes scraped against the ground and I tripped slightly.
The man in front heard it when the footsteps lost their usual rhythm.
After being tripped, she stood up again in a second. The man's warm hand held her wrist. They looked at each other, and when he saw that everything was fine, he quickly let go.
"You can fall even on flat ground."
He tilted his head, as if impatient.
After saying this, he took two steps back and stood side by side with her.
Without saying anything, he started walking forward again.
He deliberately slowed down his pace, keeping pace with her.
Xin Tong looked at him, but he didn't look at her, but just looked at the road ahead.
She lowered her head again and saw their shadows, so long, his especially long. They walked side by side, seemingly inseparable. No one spoke, only the sound of footsteps and the whisper of the quiet mountain wind.
*
After walking for a few minutes, we rounded the street and arrived in front of a house.
The two-story villa features white walls and black tiles, with layers of magpie-tail-style horse-head walls and steps leading into the building. It is elegant and simple. Flowers and plants are planted at the entrance, and there is a large expanse of cultivated land in the backyard.
The door of the house was not locked and was ajar.
Jiang Chongyan walked in and changed his shoes. Xin Tong stood at the entrance, still wondering whether she should take off her shoes or if they had shoe covers, when she saw Jiang Chongyan had already bent down to find a pair of brand new slippers, bent down, and placed them neatly in front of her.
The man straightened up. Before Xin Tong could say "thank you", she saw the other party's right arm extended to her.
Jiang Chongyan stood there coldly, his face turned away, not looking at her.
His arms stretched out in front of her.
Xin Tong was stunned.
She realized that it meant, to support you.
Her heart suddenly moved.
At that moment, Xin Tong keenly and instinctively noticed some changes.
A rebellious and sharp-tongued young master, a favored child who maintains a sense of boundaries and is accustomed to living alone, a high-class flower who has been repeatedly teased by her heartlessly and then retreated coldly to defend herself.
Only by going deeper into this person's world and into his private inner world can we faintly and subtly detect a slight change in him.
Xin Tong wanted to see the man's expression, but he turned sideways, leaving Xin Tong with only a silent profile.
She didn't move for a long time. The man seemed to realize that she was looking at him. He froze for a moment, then retracted his arm, turned around and walked forward.
"Why does it take so long to buy a bottle of soy sauce?"
Before he finished speaking, an old lady came out from the inner room. She was a little fat, with kind eyes, curly hair, and a clumsy figure, but she looked energetic.
Xin Tong changed her shoes while holding onto the wall, and stood at the entrance, where she happened to meet the old lady's eyes.
The old lady was stunned for a moment, "This is..."
"friend."
Jiang Chongyan turned his back to Xin Tong and gently placed the soy sauce in his hand on the table. After a few seconds, he uttered the word "friend" without any other explanation.
He pulled Xin Tong's sleeve and pulled her to the sofa, lowering his head, "Sit down."
Xin Tong's arrival was abrupt, but his grandmother seemed delighted, not at all bothered or disturbed. The elderly woman, talkative and enthusiastic, looked much younger than her seventies, and spoke clearly and loudly. She poured tea and started to prepare a meal, but when she was stopped, she couldn't sit still and offered Xin Tong a bunch of snacks.
Grandma is very easy to talk to. She is a typical rural woman, cheerful and generous.
She has lived in Qiyu Village for fifty years, spending half her life amidst the mountains and plains. She raised her daughter and then her grandson. This ancient village in the south of the Yangtze River, nestled between mountains and rivers, offers beautiful scenery and a peaceful life. This is her hometown.
Jiang Chongyan sat on the single sofa on the side.
He didn't say much, just holding the TV remote control and pressing it occasionally.
"Jiang Chongyan!"
Grandma was dissatisfied and yelled at him, "The TV is for the guests, what are you watching?"
He slouched back, his long legs almost reaching under the coffee table.
"I just want to see it."
"You're so rude! What did I teach you since you were little?"
The old lady got angry and threw a ball of paper over. Jiang Chongyan lazily picked up the fallen paper and threw it into the trash can. He quickly compromised and asked, "What do you want to see?"
Xin Tong couldn't help laughing.
She could clearly feel that Jiang Chongyan was much more comfortable here than in the Jiang family's old house.
The Jiang family's old house was exquisitely decorated, the manor luxurious, and the servants numerous. Jiang Yuanbin was calm and respectful, highly respected and admired. His family had strict family upbringing, and respect for elders was a strictly observed rule. He was the young master of the Jiang family, and his silence was unspoken.
Here, the mountains are free, quiet and peaceful, and the mountains and rivers are connected. The house is an ordinary self-built house in the Chinese countryside, with ordinary interior decoration, red couplets on the door, and the fields behind the house are cultivated by the owner.
This was his hometown. He was raised by his grandmother, and here he was free to be himself. He was used to being lazy, and the few times he spoke, it was as if he was deliberately contradicting himself, like a teenage boy harboring mischief. But after a scolding from his grandmother, he immediately became well-behaved, his cold, sharp head sheathed its thorns, and he responded with a relaxed and leisurely manner.
Xin Tong smiled and shook her head, saying she wouldn't watch it.
Jiang Chongyan raised an eyebrow at Grandma, meaning it was not my fault.
Grandma glared at him, and felt that her poor hospitality had embarrassed Xin Tong, so she patted Xin Tong on the shoulder and said, "Sit for a while, kid, I'll get you some fruit." After that, she got up and went to the kitchen.
Xin Tong looked around.
The house was decorated in a simple manner, with a portrait of Chairman Mao and a large red calendar hanging on the wall. The surroundings were tidy and clean, proving that the owner was diligent in keeping things clean.
There was a statue of Guanyin and a smiling statue of Donglai Buddha placed on the table by the wall. Xin Tong paused, thinking that her grandma was a Buddhist and wanted to make sure she didn't say anything wrong later.
But then I immediately saw that there was another Guan Gong next to the Buddha.
On the right, there is a Mazu, three Sanqing, a Lü Dongbin, and even a Confucius...
Xin Tong was a little stunned. What kind of belief was this?
"She just casually said goodbye."
"No need to be shy."
Jiang Chongyan's voice rang out in front of him. Turning around, he was looking at him lazily.
"When you have nothing to do, you pray on the spur of the moment. This is completely devoid of piety. You worship whoever is useful. You are the most important person."
Jiang Chongyan's grandma and grandpa came from completely different living environments.
My grandfather made suits, lived in the city, had a British look, and always pursued the spirit of gentlemanliness. He was a neat and clean old tailor. The family had a great reputation.
Grandma, however, was a typical Chinese rural working woman. She cared little for anyone, not even the gods. She lived freely, simply, and was an ordinary person, optimistic and unpretentious.
…
Grandma came back soon, bringing a plate of bright red persimmons and a small pot of light yellow wine.
Upon asking, I found out that it was persimmon wine.
Jiang Chongyan seemed to have no interest in the wine at all and stood up to take a shower. Only Grandma and Xin Tong were left.
Xin Tong took a sip and tasted the sweet aftertaste, with the sweet aroma of persimmon, mellow and refreshing.
Whenever the old lady was happy, she would reminisce about the past. In the sweet aroma of fruit wine, the old lady casually talked about the past.
When Jiang Chongyan was young, the Jiang family was facing a split. His parents had a bad relationship and no one cared about him, so he was sent to his grandmother's house in the countryside, where she raised him single-handedly.
Jiang Cheng and several other brothers fought fiercely for the family property, but eventually won it, successfully divided the family property, and successfully inherited Jiang Yuanbin's legacy. Only then was Jiang Chongyan remembered and brought back to Wucheng to be the young master and heir.
On the surface, his parents treated each other as equals and were loving, but in reality, they were only doing so to preserve the Jiang family's reputation. Their relationship was poor, they argued frequently, and they had been separated for years, their de facto marriage broken down. They even had their own families and children, and they showed no further concern for Jiang Chongyan.
Although Jiang Chongyan was taken back home and showed strong talent, he wasn't interested in the profession, nor did he relish the prescribed path. He began to escape, finding a home in dance. At 18, he achieved a small degree of success by winning the local championship, confirming his determination to pursue this path. Finally, a major argument erupted between him and his parents, forcing him to partially withdraw from the family, using his competition prize money to support his life, and continuing to dance until today.
…
The old lady talked a lot.
She didn't seem to treat Xin Tong as an outsider at all. She was a little nagging, but mostly she was sharing her memories.
There was a sound in the bathroom, Jiang Chongyan finished washing.
He walked out with his hair half wet, and Xin Tong smelled the faint scent of shower gel on him.
The old lady also yawned.
She was going to bed early and didn't care about the two of them at all. She even naturally thought that Xin Tong would stay at home tonight. After closing the door upstairs, she went back to her room to watch Douyin and short dramas.
“…”
Xin Tong sighed at the old man's open-mindedness. Wasn't she afraid that she and her grandson might do something wrong while being alone in this house?
She looked at Jiang Chongyan, looking for something to talk about.
"This persimmon wine is really delicious. Want a glass?"
"No."
Jiang Chongyan sat back on the sofa next to her.
The surroundings were quiet. There were only the two of them left in the two-story villa.
Jiang Chongyan held the remote control but didn't change anything.
"My Fair Princess" is still playing on TV.
Grandma likes to watch this, watch it over and over again. In the second part, everyone escapes, driving a horse-drawn carriage on a small road in the mountains in winter. Being on the run is chasing dreams, youth is passionate, loyal and beautiful, and the scenery of the north is vast and magnificent.
There was a breeze on the right, blowing Xin Tong's long hair. She looked to the right. The balcony was wide open, and the backyard was transparent. Sitting here, she could actually see the starry sky directly in the yard.
The air in Qi Yu Village is fresh. There are no meteor showers but the sky is full of stars. The farmland is endless, the mountains are stacked in the distance, and there is a huge persimmon tree in front of the house.
The theme song from the second film, "Sincerely True," played on TV. It was a melody from deep within my childhood memories, without lyrics, accompanied by the sound of a flute, melodious and lonely.
The two sat on the sofa, silently watching the moon together.
This is his hometown, his old home, a world that no one has ever approached or entered.
——But she is here now.
…
Suddenly, there was a sound from the direction of the backyard. Xin Tong turned around and saw Coke and Sprite running from the backyard and suddenly jumped at Xin Tong's feet.
She was surprised, "You brought them back too?"
"Um."
Jiang Chongyan glanced at him and said, "He wants to go back to the countryside even more than I do. He goes crazy all over the yard as soon as he comes back, but he only came back now."
The two dogs lay obediently at Xin Tong's feet.
The persimmon wine was sweet and refreshing. Xin Tong was a bit addicted, drinking one cup after another. Jiang Chongyan seemed to remember the last time she was drunk. He looked a little strange and took the cup from her hand.
"I don't care if you're drunk."
The man's voice was cold.
The fruit wine has no alcohol content at all, and Xin Tong can drink quite a bit, so it’s no problem at all.
She looked at Jiang Chongyan with a smile and took her cup back.
He took another cup, poured a small sip, and put it in his hand.
"Then drink with me."
Xin Tong raised his glass and said to him, "Cheers."
She looked at the night sky in the yard, the wind blowing through her long black hair.
"The two of us, and the moon. Cheers."
Jiang Chongyan looked at her and didn't say anything for a long time.
The wine glasses made a crisp sound when they collided with each other.
They both drank it all.
*
Xin Tong really regretted asking Jiang Chongyan to drink.
She stared blankly at the man lying on the sofa in front of her, his body hot and cheeks flushed, and he was unconscious.
——Damn, Jiang Chongyan actually gets drunk after one drink!
This man looked so sharp and formidable, like a cold-blooded killer. His dark skin and blond hair could scare children to tears when he walked outside at night, but he fainted after just a sip of low-alcohol fruit wine!
Xin Tong finally understood. No wonder he didn't want to drink at first!
Grandma had gone to bed long ago. Now the whole house was quiet, with only the two of them. Xin Tong had no choice but to struggle to get the tall man up from the sofa.
Looking around, I found a room with a football star poster on the door. Without thinking, I opened it and went in. Sure enough, it was Jiang Chongyan's room. I put him on the bed, panting with exhaustion.
Jiang Chongyan fell asleep on the bed.
Although he was drunk, he was a very good drinker and slept soundly. The hem of his shirt accidentally lifted up, and Xin Tong caught a glimpse of his thin waist. She very conscientiously pulled the shirt off.
The moment I got closer, I could smell his scent again.
The familiar woody scent and the faint scent of shower gel mixed together.
He lay there with his eyes closed, defenseless. His eyelashes were thick, and his sharp features seemed incredibly docile, lying there, unconscious. It seemed as if anything could be done to him right now without any resistance.
“…”
Xin Tong stood where she was.
He squinted his eyes and looked for a while.
What a top temptation.
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