"come over."
He wanted to light her cigarette.
They are still maintaining normal social distancing.
It's windy today, so lighting a cigarette from this distance is a bit of a struggle.
Su Er took a few steps forward, and the cigarette butt, stained with her lipstick, was once again held in her red lips.
She tilted her head slightly, revealing a long, fair neck, and her gaze fell upon his lowered, slightly narrowed eyes.
The well-defined knuckles blocked the wind, and as the firelight flickered, the sound of the flames devouring the tobacco seemed amplified countless times, gently vibrating the eardrums.
Along with this, the smell of tobacco, which didn't belong to her, was amplified as it filled her nostrils.
Even though it has been blown away by the wind, it can still easily stir people's hearts.
Dangerous yet alluring, it stirs up unrest.
Until that crimson light appeared, Su Er did not hesitate, decisively took a step back, and said in a distant tone, "Thank you."
He replied, "You're welcome."
This back-and-forth perfectly exemplifies the helpful and virtuous character of young people in the new era.
There was no idle chatter; everyone smoked their own cigarettes and admired their own scenery.
There seemed to be an invisible barrier between them, with only swirling smoke entwining them.
The breaking of that barrier was due to a farce.
"Is this your nephew Si Yan? It's been so long since we last met." A fawning voice suddenly broke the unusual silence.
The smiling man approached, and the tall figure impatiently took a half step back.
Si Yan? She learned his name unexpectedly from someone else during a chance encounter.
As the last bit of cigarette burned out, Su Er grew bored and listlessly wondered which combination of two words would best suit the man before her.
A cold person, and their words should also be cold.
For example, right now, compared to the enthusiastic long-winded speech from the other side, he replied with just two words: "Who is it?"
The man seemed oblivious to his coldness, and said with a forced smile, "We met last time when you accompanied your father, Mr. Jiang, to a meeting."
This is similar to that clichéd way of trying to get close to someone: "I even held you when you were little."
Jiang Siyan showed no apology and said indifferently, "Oh, I don't remember."
Su Er couldn't help but chuckle.
Perhaps because they were so close, the laughter reached his ears immediately.
Jiang Siyan turned his head slightly to look at her, but Su Er had already crossed her arms as if it were none of her business, trying to make it seem as if the laughter just now was just a fleeting auditory hallucination.
She's a great actress, but that role doesn't quite work for Jiang Si'an.
He asked, "Funny?"
Their familiar tone made it seem as if they had known each other for a long time.
Su Er met his gaze without batting an eye, determined to play dumb to the end, and asked in return, "Did I laugh?"
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