"I can't give you a definite answer as to whether we will still be like we are now in five or ten years, because no one can control time, and no one can know what the future will be like."
"But what I can answer you is that, at least right now, at this very moment, I want to be with you for a long, long time."
Su Qingyun looked into the distance. At this time, some families had already set off firecrackers and fireworks. The lively sounds were endless. She heard the cheers of the children in the village.
Amidst the clamor, she softly said, "Ji Yue, 1978 is coming. This is a brand new year for both of us, and for all of us. Let's become better together."
Her light smile went straight into Ji Yue's heart.
His eyes were as hot as lava, and his heartbeat was completely out of control.
Ji Yue suddenly looked back at the house, and after confirming that no one noticed the movement in the yard, he stretched out his hand, pulled Su Qingyun back a few steps with his long arm, to the corner of the yard, and then directly held her in his arms.
His passionate hug caught Su Qingyun off guard, but she did not struggle. She just quietly felt the warm embrace. She could smell the fresh scent of Ji Yue and a hint of alcohol between her nostrils. It was not unpleasant, but it made her feel a little dizzy, as if she was also infected with the drunkenness.
It seems that at certain special moments, people always become bold. If Ji Yue was fully sober, it would be impossible for him to do such a thing when both families were sitting in the house.
But now, he just wanted to act on impulse and rely on his instincts.
"I'll just give you a hug." He said softly.
"Yeah, okay." Su Qingyun didn't move, his body was very relaxed, and he didn't resist the hug at all. Instead, he felt a sense of security.
Ji Yue closed his eyes and opened them again. His body was a little stiff, but his hands tightened slightly, as if he was holding his whole world.
One person embraces another person with his arms, with no gap between them. Under this sky without gods, it seems that they are the closest existence, able to become one in the torrent of life.
When the first snowflake fell, it landed on the tip of Su Qingyun's hair, stayed for a moment and then melted. Gradually, the snow became heavier, and occasionally a snowflake stopped on the tip of Su Qingyun's hair. Ji Yue stretched out his hand and gently brushed it away. The snow passed without leaving a trace, but it dragged a long throbbing in his heart.
At this moment, the world stops and the heart trembles.
Both of them quietly felt the moment, with laughter inside the house and warmth outside.
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard Wu Guixiang’s call from inside the house.
"Yunyun, Ayue, what are you doing outside in such heavy snow? Come inside!"
"I understand, grandma, come in right away!" Su Qingyun responded.
Ji Yue slowly let go of Su Qingyun. Su Qingyun looked at his face. The blush had faded and his skin had returned to its fair color. Only his thin lips still had a rosy luster.
Su Qingyun took a look and somehow suddenly felt an urge.
As they looked at each other, she gritted her teeth, gently stood on tiptoe, and unexpectedly touched Ji Yue's lips. The warm feeling disappeared in an instant, like the touch of a snowflake falling and disappearing.
Ji Yue's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could react, Su Qingyun had already jumped into the house.
"Grandma, I'm coming in!" she shouted.
Ji Yue stood there motionless, his whole body stiff, like a snowman in the winter night. He felt that the sound of his heartbeat was even more intense than the sound of firecrackers in the sky.
Heat rose from below, and his face turned red again, even more so than when he was drunk just now.
He exhaled. Given his current condition, he should calm down before going in.
"What is A Yue doing? Why don't you come in?" He Qiu asked when he saw that only Su Qingyun came in.
Su Qingyun smiled and said, "Aunt Qiu, Ji Yue said he needed to sober up in the yard, he will be in soon."
"Oh, okay." He Qiu didn't think much about it and muttered, "This kid, he can't drink but he still pretends to be strong."
Su Aimin looked at his daughter's smiling face. Although he didn't notice anything unusual, he always felt that something was wrong.
What was it? Su Aimin frowned, trying to think. This feeling was like... his home had been robbed.
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