Chapter 56 Open your mouth and kiss me
Later, Jiang Meng's interactions with her father faded more and more. When Jiang Su was mentioned, the only things she could quickly recall were these final, torn parts. Cruel, bloody wounds that should have been very painful, yet weren't so sharp or lingering.
Between love and hate, there is Chen Jizhou, who seems to be an outsider but is actually involved throughout.
He helped her dispel the winter's chill, soothe the pain of her sores, stop the bleeding, and gently massage away every bruise and scar on her life.
With his comforting smile, she slept very soundly that night.
He shielded her from all the hysteria; he wanted to stop her from experiencing the worst aspects of life.
In his heart, she was a little princess who should live in a fairy tale and shouldn't be tormented by trivial matters.
Jiang Meng used to dislike stories about childhood sweethearts because if she imagined herself as Chen Jizhou or Xie Zhuo, she would just roll her eyes. But she gradually came to understand the importance of this companionship.
If a difficult youth is destined to be spent alone, Jiang Meng doesn't know how she will get through it.
As Chen Jizhou drove, he casually asked, "Who has a crush on you? They won't come knocking on your door, will they?"
Jiang Meng snapped out of her reverie and told him, "An online friend."
She looked at his profile and suddenly said, "He looks quite like you."
Chen Jizhou was momentarily stunned. Although his expression remained calm, Jiang Meng noticed it because he hadn't even noticed someone honking their horn behind him several times.
It wasn't until Jiang Meng reminded him, "The green light is on," that he understood.
He continued driving forward: "Where does it resemble?"
"I can't describe my words and actions."
Chen Jizhou said, "There aren't many people who are loved by everyone and admired by flowers. Not everyone has the opportunity to be like me."
Jiang Meng laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
She thought to herself, even the tone of voice when saying those words was remarkably similar.
Jiang Meng's beauty and high heels finally came in handy, and the candlelight dinner tonight put her in a great mood.
After dinner, Chen Jizhou took her to see a beach movie. Since it was inconvenient for her to walk on the sand in high heels, he didn't take her to walk on the sand and instead spent some time at an open-air bar nearby.
Jiang Meng drank a little whiskey mixed with soda water, while Chen Jizhou, who had to drive, could only drink sparkling water.
Yunzhou is a great place for romance; the beaches are wide, the people are relaxed, and it exudes a romantic and sophisticated atmosphere.
Jiang Meng was secretly happy. Although she was inclined to settle down, she could still have a lifelong relationship with Chen Jizhou if he didn't want to get married.
After a few drinks, Jiang Meng relaxed and gained some courage to talk to him about the past. She said, "You kept your distance from me a few years ago, was it to avoid suspicion?"
Chen Jizhou, holding a wine glass, was looking at the movie screen not far away. Hearing this, he glanced at her but didn't say anything.
"What exactly did Fang Yuze say to you?"
The name, spoken by her, even made the sparkling water taste fishy and spicy. Chen Jizhou held the glass between his fingers, lowered his eyes slightly, as if trying to recall the incident, but after a long time, he only said casually, "It's been too long, I don't remember much."
Jiang Meng said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions. She then explained to him, "I haven't been with him for very long. If you think I've been dating him the whole time and that's why you're avoiding me, I think that's a real shame."
She used the word "regret" instead of "sad."
Jiang Meng felt that if she showed sadness, Chen Jizhou would only be more upset than her.
So she doesn't talk about being sad anymore.
—How strange. As Jiang Meng pondered this matter, she felt inexplicably puzzled as to why Chen Jizhou would be so attentive to her feelings, even to the point that someone as unmoved and unaffected as him would be so cautious because of her.
Her brow suddenly relaxed as she looked at the movie screen.
Is this... friendship?
Would Xie Zhuo do that?
If Fang Yuze finds Xie Zhuo, Xie Zhuo will most likely be speechless because he was caught in the crossfire, and coldly ask Jiang Meng: What's wrong with you two?
She had always believed that this was due to the different personalities of her two childhood friends.
However, Chen Jizhou was clearly more restrained and cautious when it came to his attitude towards her boyfriend.
He shouldn't have been a cautious and reserved person.
The movie being shown was LaLaLand, a film that Jiang Meng really liked. The final scene, depicting parallel universes in a dream world, was very moving, and its extreme expression of regret made her cry every time she watched it.
Jiang Meng's mind was filled with these mixed thoughts, and she frowned again as she looked at the sad movie plot.
When I was in elementary school, my homeroom teacher was a Chinese language teacher. He would always add some older books to the classroom's book corner, such as the Four Great Classical Novels, war stories, and "Five Thousand Years of Chinese History." The teacher said that after you finish reading this book, it will be much easier for you to study history in junior high school. The little stories in the book are like little beads. When you study systematically, these little beads will be strung together and woven into a complete knowledge network.
At this moment, an invisible thread also began to spread backward from Jiang Meng's heart, silently connecting those scattered beads, perhaps related to love.
Sparkling and dazzling, yet grand and secretive, a web of youth.
One of Chen Jizhou's weaknesses is that he has an excellent memory; he can memorize the lines of a movie after watching it only once.
How could Fang Yuze forget what he said?
The past is the past, there's no point in bringing it up again; he won't live a complicated life. Even though he clearly remembers all those sarcastic and humiliating words from the phone call from Tokyo, the other party's sharp words still ringing in his ears.
But Chen Jizhou didn't like to complain, so he stopped talking about it and simply asked her, "Is he good to you?"
This is a hundred times more important than the injustice he suffered.
Is it okay? I can't tell.
However, Jiang Meng is certain that meeting that person and falling in love with him was the biggest stain on her life, and the thing she regrets the most.
As time passed, she stopped criticizing and simply said, "It's fine."
Chen Jizhou sat sideways, glancing at her with his sideways eye, then slowly smiled with relief: "That's good."
The wind scatters the water droplets on the glass, the male and female protagonists of the movie look at each other, the dampness inside and outside the screen dissolves, and many regrets come to an end here.
On the way back, a bit of wind picked up, and Jiang Meng used her bag to weigh down her thin dress. She was wearing a beige suit jacket, so she wasn't too cold.
Downstairs, she hugged Chen Jizhou for a while and said, "I just watched a movie, and the ending was bad. I'm a little hurt. I need to hold on to you and not have any regrets."
He said nonsensically, "It's tight enough, I can't even breathe."
Jiang Meng loosened her grip a little, blinked at him, and saw that he had a smug smile on his face that seemed to say, "Can you let me go?"
The leaves rustled overhead. In the dim light, where there were no streetlights, Chen Jizhou held her face and gently kissed her for a while.
After a brief touch, they parted, and Jiang Meng praised, "Your skill is truly masterful, Chen Jizhou."
She said with a grin, "Tell me, did you binge-watch eighty episodes of Korean dramas overnight to figure this out?"
Chen Jizhou smiled faintly, his handsome features appearing even more profound and dashing in the shadows, with a touch of nonchalant charm: "Didn't you say that using my full name was too serious?"
Jiang Meng gave a soft "Hmm?", then immediately realized what she meant, her face froze, and she blushed as she corrected herself: "Oh, husband."
He bent down, bringing his lips to hers, quite deliberately: "What?"
"Honey! Honey! Okay, okay! I'll keep pulling you until you drop dead."
Chen Jizhou grasped her waist, pulled her forward again, touched her cheek, and whispered, "You're so sweet."
Jiang Meng looked at him hesitantly, then blinked like a cunning little fox: "Hey, could you—"
"Um?"
"It means...open your mouth and kiss me."
Although Jiang Meng was a little embarrassed as she mumbled these words, she immediately saw Chen Jizhou blush. Since he always pretended to be a love expert and tried his best to hide his inexperience, Jiang Meng seized the opportunity to tease him and smiled brightly: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, I want to give you a French kiss!"
Her expression was compelling: You'd better not pretend to be well-behaved at a time like this.
"Don't dawdle, I look down on you."
Chen Jizhou looked around, seemingly feeling that it wasn't quite appropriate to be outside, and then looked at her, as if to suggest that they could reschedule for another day.
Jiang Meng feigned displeasure and turned around, saying, "You can't even do this? I'm leaving, you idiot!"
Chen Jizhou grabbed the person back and pulled him into his arms. He took a few steps back, and Jiang Meng involuntarily followed suit. His voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes darkened: "Is there anything you can't do?"
I stopped in the shade of a tree, making sure I wouldn't be seen.
He held the back of her head and gave her a particularly passionate and lingering kiss.
Their lips and teeth opened naturally, touching freely, while the tip of their tongue, hotter than their lips, lingered and entwined wantonly. Beneath the sound of the wind, came the sounds of lips and tongue colliding, intertwining, and merging.
She had originally wanted to learn some techniques she'd heard about, like writing with her tongue if she couldn't French kiss, but now she didn't need to write anymore; his kisses were incredibly smooth and natural.
The provocation tactic was indeed very effective. Jiang Meng sensed a deep-seated intensity and wildness beneath his gentleness. What had started as tender banter quickly turned into a one-sided plundering and invasion of her, leaving her nowhere to hide. He kissed her until her heart pounded in her throat, until she could barely breathe. She blamed herself for provoking him first. In her barely conscious state, unable to beg for mercy, she felt an unbearable burning heat throughout her body. The kisses left her weak, and even her arms around him slackened.
Chen Jizhou was still very strong, and his embrace became even stronger. Their chests and abdomens were pressed together, her long hair fell onto his arm, and his palms felt like branding irons, repeatedly burning her skin through the thin fabric.
Jiang Meng initially tried her best to respond, but she quickly gave in. A ten-minute kiss left her lips wet.
She kept thinking to herself, "She's not pure at all, she's so lewd."
Jiang Meng was finally pulled into his arms in a state of exhaustion. It took him a long time to calm her down, and she wiped the moisture from her lips onto his clothes.
Chen Jizhou chuckled, the sound traveling from his chest to her ear. A low murmur sent a shiver down her spine—"Are you even capable of this? You're too nervous to even kiss me?"
Jiang Meng looked at him arrogantly, then became furious: "You're quite smug, aren't you?"
"Of course I'm pleased that you're satisfied."
"Who said I'm satisfied?"
Chen Jizhou laughed and pointed to her face: "It's written all over your face. Go look in the mirror."
Jiang Meng turned and left.
Chen Jizhou didn't pull her away, but called out to her from behind: "Do you still want it?"
She turned around.
He still stood there casually with his hands in his pockets, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her and smiled.
Jiang Meng walked over: "But I have to go back to sleep eventually, I can't kiss all night."
Chen Jizhou lowered his head, and after a while, he replied in a deep voice, "That's true."
"……Um."
After a long period of silence, I stood under the tree.
Neither of them really knew how to date. Whether it was awkward or intense, they were figuring things out as they went along. Even though they were wearing shirts and mature skirts, it was as if they were still having a slow and gradual relationship that only happens in teenagers.
Like two stupid high school students.
It was dark and nothing could be seen. She had been so busy being shy and dodging that she hadn't noticed that Chen Jizhou's thin skin had also flushed. Now, Jiang Meng seized the opportunity to tease him: "I've noticed that you blush every time I kiss you."
The scent of her lips still lingered. He gently flicked the tip of her nose: "Don't observe too much."
She didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled foolishly.
Chen Jizhou couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"
"Your shyness is quite unique; has anyone else seen it before?"
He said lazily, "What's there to be shy about? I'm just a little cold, I'm just throwing my hat on someone else."
Actually, it wasn't cold at all. As Chen Jizhou said this, he casually unbuttoned another button.
His neck turned red.
Jiang Meng suppressed a laugh: "Chen Jizhou."
He raised an eyebrow: "Chen Jizhou?"
"husband."
"Um."
"Hold me."
He reached out and hugged her tightly.
Jiang Meng said, "I feel so incredibly satisfied and happy today. Can I call you when I get back? I need to hear your voice to fall asleep."
Chen Jizhou chuckled and nodded: "Okay."
Am I clingy?
"Yes, a little."
She looked up and smiled brightly: "Yay, you found out! I'm an incredibly clingy and kissing monster! You're in big trouble if you have a girlfriend like me."
Jiang Meng's lipstick was completely gone. Chen Jizhou reached out to wipe away the remaining moisture, and with a nonchalant smile, he said, "It is quite troublesome, but I'll just bear with it. I chose it myself, what can I do?"
She closed her eyes with pleasure.
After hugging for a while, Jiang Meng's voice softened a bit: "You touched me at home just now, and I dodged away."
Looking back, he nodded slightly: "Yes, you dodged it."
She stammered, "Actually, it's because I'm embarrassed. You... you can touch me."
"..."
Jiang Meng stopped looking at him, her flushed cheeks pressed against his shirt, and whispered, "The right to use is mutual, it should be."
A long silence followed.
Chen Jizhou responded softly, "Understood."
She said, "Anywhere is fine."
Then it was quiet for a long time.
"Um."
Jiang Meng said discontentedly, "Did you hear me? Give me some feedback."
He smiled and repeated slowly, "I heard you. I can touch you, anywhere."
Jiang Meng pinched him and whispered, "Don't say it out loud, just keep it to yourself."
Chen Jizhou didn't touch her, but quietly held her for a while.
Next, only the rustling of the wind remained in the environment.
It's getting late, and even though I'm reluctant to leave, I have to go back and rest.
Chen Jizhou patted her back: "Go on, close the door tightly and go to sleep."
Jiang Meng reluctantly stepped out of his embrace, waved goodbye, and walked towards the light at the bottom of the building: "I'm waiting for you to come and be my bodyguard."
Chen Jizhou raised his head and watched her run up the steps. Before she went inside, he cupped his hands to his lips like a megaphone and said with a smile, "I hope I'll have that opportunity!"
...Ahhhhh, I'm so embarrassed!
She did not respond to him again.
Jiang Meng laughed so hard she nearly fell over as she ran into the elevator, cupping her burning face in her hands, too embarrassed to look back.
At night, she lay in bed lost in daydreams.
"I hope I have this opportunity, I hope I have this opportunity, I hope I have this opportunity..."
Jiang Meng kicked away the plush toy that took up half of her bed with a loud bang, finding it an eyesore.
She then stretched out and lay down, patting the fairly spacious bed next to her.
A satisfied smile.
That's enough, enough for him to lie down in.
After her daydreaming ended, Jiang Meng suddenly remembered something. She suppressed her smile, got up and went to the table, unfolded the Ace of Hearts and the paper airplane, and laid them flat together.
The lettering between the folds is a bit blurry, but the red heart on the card is still bright and vivid.
The beads of memory rise one by one, and an invisible long thread strings together two A's.
Jiang Meng was slightly taken aback by her own conjecture.
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