This is why Su Mo hurriedly quit his part-time job at the bar, and Jiang Jianhuan suddenly lost contact with him.
Su Mo has no other relatives and has been spending the Spring Festival alone for the past few years. When he was a sophomore in college, Jiang Jianhuan secretly bought a plane ticket and flew to his place overnight on New Year's Eve without telling his family.
Su Mo was still working at the bar when he received her call and rushed over immediately.
Jiang Jianhuan still remembers the look in his eyes back then.
Hurriedly and frantically, he searched through the crowd relentlessly.
The moment I finally saw her, the room burst into dazzling light, even more brilliant than the fireworks that had bloomed outside the window just hours earlier.
The two spent that Spring Festival together in a hotel.
That time, she didn't leave the house for three whole days.
Lost in thought for a moment, Jiang Jianhuan forgot to respond. It was quiet around her, and she didn't hear her reply. Su Mo then changed the subject very naturally and spoke casually.
"Is it at your parents' house?"
"Yes, in the countryside."
"By the way, where did your family move to?" he suddenly asked, catching Jiang Jianhuan off guard.
"I was just asking casually," Su Mo explained somewhat awkwardly, which made it seem like she was overthinking things.
Jiang Jianhuan gave a rough estimate of the location, and Su Mo continued speaking after hearing it.
"So, when are you coming back?"
"We'll go back to work after the Chinese New Year holiday."
"oh..."
Su Mo responded, seemingly somewhat disappointed.
The emotions in his voice were undisguised, laid bare before her naturally and openly.
Incredibly, they now exchange holiday greetings and chat like ordinary friends.
A strange feeling welled up in Jiang Jianhuan's heart.
She felt uncomfortable and wanted to end the call.
"Then get some rest, goodnight." Before she could even speak, Su Mo had already thoughtfully said goodbye to her, and Jiang Jianhuan immediately responded.
"The same to you."
"By the way, it's midnight now. Happy Chinese New Year," Su Mo said gently before hanging up the phone.
Jiang Jianhuan only managed to hold on until 2 a.m. The candle was still burning tirelessly, its slightly swaying bright yellow flame radiating warmth in the deep night.
I slept very restlessly that night, constantly having dreams, but no matter how I tossed and turned, they all seemed to be the same.
The hotel had a large white bed, the curtains were drawn, and the street was so quiet that there wasn't a sound.
Su Mo covered her, softly calling her name, his lips warm and soft, the sensation of his touch on her skin crystal clear.
The mattress underneath was very soft, but Jiang Jianhuan was still moaning and crying in discomfort. There was a net she couldn't escape, entangled and churning around her.
The bed was so big that she couldn't reach the edge no matter how much she tossed and turned. At the last moment, she struggled to open her eyes and vaguely saw colorful fireworks exploding outside through the gap in the curtains that had never been closed.
Su Mo held her tightly, the two of them pressed together without any gap.
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When Jiang Jianhuan was woken up by Yi Qingxue, he stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, still somewhat dazed.
As her memories slowly returned, certain profound details from her dream remained vividly real, and the temperature on her face gradually rose.
How could this be...
How could I have such a dream?!
Jiang Jianhuan brushed her teeth, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant.
It must have been Su Mo who suddenly called her last night, and it just so happened to be that day, which is why these memories were triggered.
It wasn't her true intention.
It's not that she has impure thoughts that cause her to have erotic dreams!
After washing up, Jiang Jianhuan felt a little more awake and helped Yi Qingxue with housework, gradually putting those messy memories behind her.
After breakfast, neighborhood children came to offer New Year's greetings, speaking their blessings skillfully and obediently.
Yi Qingxue greeted them with a smile and put some fruits and snacks in their pockets.
In front of the house was a large expanse of farmland, which was bare in winter, exposing the dry earth. In the distance, there were tall poplar trees, standing like soldiers guarding the plains. Further away, there were mountains and sky that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The cement road is wide and runs through the farmland. There are very few vehicles passing by. Jiang Jianhuan often sees farmers leading their water buffaloes slowly home on it in the evening.
At that moment, a black car sped past.
She unconsciously remembered something.
A few neighbors came to visit, and Yi Qingxue and Jiang Xin were busy entertaining them. They chatted and ate sunflower seeds in the living room, talking about everyday things. The two of them seemed to have completely adapted to life here.
Those who used to elegantly hold wine glasses at various restaurants and banquets, exchanging toasts and laughter, have now become ordinary and unremarkable.
This is fine too.
A smile involuntarily appeared on Jiang Jianhuan's face, but her phone, which was in her pocket, suddenly vibrated.