The carriage started moving slowly, and she opened the oil paper. Three cherry biros lay quietly inside, emitting a sweet aroma.
She stared blankly, then suddenly turned away and cursed softly, "Like a scoundrel..."
She picked it up and took a light bite. The sweet and sour taste exploded on the tip of her tongue. As the corners of her lips raised slightly, even her heart was stained with sour and sweet.
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As the morning breeze of early October blew, Jiang Ling's pregnancy had entered its fifth month.
She didn't join in the Autumn Lantern Festival and just went for a stroll on Ronghua Street.
Zhou Jing'an actually made time to accompany her, under the pretext of reminiscing about last year's scenes with her.
The two of them strolled leisurely on the street, eating and drinking, and even saved dinner.
Zhou Jing'an took her to see the lanterns, and they met the lantern seller from last year.
The two of them stood in front of the stall admiring the lanterns, and Zhou Jing'an asked her with a smile which one she liked.
Jiang Ling looked around, pointed at a rabbit lamp, looked up and said with a smile: "Buy this for me."
The boss's marketing strategy was the same as last year. He immediately smiled and said that there was no money involved, as long as the customer could recite a poem.
Zhou Jing'an chuckled and agreed, then lifted up the note hanging from the rabbit lantern and read: "In life and death, I will be with you."
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes. His face was as handsome as jade, and his eyebrows were gentle as a painting.
Just like the moment when Jiang Ling was stunned at this time last year.
She was in a trance for a moment, staring at him.
Zhou Jing'an turned around, took her hand, looked at her, and said slowly: "Hold your hand, and grow old with you."
The bright light of the lanterns shone on his profile, and his eyes, as he looked at Jiang Ling, seemed to be filled with a brilliant Milky Way.
Jiang Ling's heart began to beat slowly.
She smiled and said, "This poem is so simple, I know it all."
Zhou Jingan chuckled, "Yeah, but it's appropriate for the occasion."
After they had enough shopping, they slowly walked home and couldn't help but talk about the scene when Jiang Ling was sitting by the bridge waiting for him.
Zhou Jing'an finally confessed and nervously told her that he was watching from the side that day.
Jiang Ling snorted, "I know."
She deliberately shook off his hand and said, "You were so cruel back then, leaving me there waiting."
Zhou Jing'an hurriedly held her hand again and apologized repeatedly.
"At that time, I didn't see my own feelings clearly, and I got stuck in a dead end, wanting to push you away. I was afraid of getting you into trouble, so I wronged you."
He quietly held her fingers tightly and whispered, "I was wrong, Ling'er, please don't be angry about last year."
Jiang Ling laughed, laughing at how cute he was and why he was so nervous.
Zhou Jingan was relieved to see her smile, and said in a gentle voice, "I was worried that you would be angry and sad."
The moonlight was like water, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.
Jiang Ling was extremely sleepy when she got home. She was tired after walking for such a long time and fell asleep immediately.
Zhou Jing'an looked at her for a while and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he took the rabbit lantern to the study and hung it on the antique shelf, placing it together with the koi lantern.
The two lanterns complement each other and look very beautiful.
He stared at it for a while before turning away with a smile.
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The poem is from The Book of Songs: Wind and Drumming:
Beat the drums and march forward
I travel alone southwards
From Sun Zi Zhongping Chen and Song
If I don't, I will be worried.
Where he lived, where he lived, where he lost his horse.
Seek it under the forest
The theory of life and death and the relationship between sons and daughters
Holding your hand and growing old together
Alas, I am not alive.
Alas, you really don't believe me.
This passage is about the pain of soldiers missing their wives and resentment about not being able to return home. It is said that the soldier may have confided in his comrades.
Qi Kuo: gathering and separation.
I said to Zicheng: I made a promise with you.
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