don't stick with me

Chapter 66 My Confession Belongs to You

He pushed open the door almost subconsciously, and only when he looked at the people outside did he realize how fast he moved.

Jiang Peizhi raised his eyes and looked over: "Are you awake?"

There was only one person outside, because the entrance of 208 was a corner of the corridor, and the person who talked to Jiang Peizhi just now had already left. Wen Kuo just woke up, and asked in a nasal voice, "Who are you talking to?"

"No one."

Wen Kuo curled up his fingers holding the doorknob, and said in an inexplicable tone, "Shao Xiaoxiao?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Peizhi's eyes, and then he explained: "No."

"Who is that?"

Jiang Peizhi looked at him deeply, not knowing what he was thinking, but Wen Kuo suddenly felt a little bored.

"Forget it, let's go."

"Ding Xiang." Jiang Peizhi said.

Wen Kuo paused, said "Oh", and went back to his room to get his coat.

He and Jiang Peizhi were very silent along the way, obviously Wen Kuo had a lot to ask, he wanted to ask what you lost in Wenze Temple today, he wanted to ask where you went after you separated from us, he wanted to ask you What did Ding want to say just now, he even wanted to ask unreasonably, today is my birthday, why didn't you give me a gift, even simply say happy birthday.

Before seeing Jiang Peizhi, Wen Kuo seemed to be unable to find an outlet for his depression. He would think that he was unhappy because he didn’t eat the spicy shrimp slippery that Zhu Xuejin was thinking about today, and because someone told a ghost story in the tunnel today. It's embarrassing to be cowarded, because today on the trestle bridge I ran into Shao Xiaoxiao who wasn't very good at talking.

But the moment he saw Jiang Peizhi, he realized that his emotions were very hypocritical.

It's just because Jiang Peizhi didn't say happy birthday to him today.

That's it.

Wen Kuo was thinking, why bother?Why be so hypocritical, is Jiang Peizhi's happy birthday that important?Would he be 17 forever without this happy birthday?

of course not.

Wen Kuo pulled the corner of his mouth, feeling very nonsensical.

The viewing platform on the top of the mountain is very large. A group of students came early and occupied the best observation position. Some people rented tents and telescopes from nowhere. Although the wind was strong and cold, the atmosphere was very hot.

Before they passed, a group of people noticed them and waved their hands to call Brother Jiang Yewen.

Wen Kuo sat next to Zhao Jiaxu, and asked casually: "Yes, you, where did you get so many things?"

Zhao Jiaxu patted his chest: "Don't worry about Xiao Zhao's work, I will ensure that you will be comfortable and happy tonight."

"Here comes the card. Dou Dizhu, everyone divide up among themselves. Brother Zhao Qi, Master Jiang Wen, let's abduct us."

"You idiot, Duan Fei, you are not afraid of losing your pants when you play card games with a pervert like Master Jiang Wen? Don't fucking forget that Brother Wen can count cards."

When Duan Fei heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and was about to run away, but before he could move, Zhao Jiaxu and Li Qi held him down.

"What are you running, come back to Grandpa."

Duan Fei's screams resounded throughout the viewing platform, and finally he succumbed to the violent suppression.

There were five people sitting in a small group of them, two decks of cards, and many of them just sat and watched the game when they were not playing, chirping and chattering, looking more anxious than the authorities.

The first landlord was Zhao Jiaxu and Duan Fei. The two were beaten so badly that they almost knelt down and called grandpa. The second landlord was Zhao Jiaxu and Li Qi. One piece of Li chess was slipped away, and the third landlord was Jiang Peizhi and Wen Kuo. The two players who could count cards together were like a scene of large-scale food abuse, and the people next to them were all paralyzed with laughter.

Zhao Jiaxu lost three games in a row, and his heart felt cold.

They will be punished if they lose this game. There are several small plastic cups in front of them, filled with transparent liquid. Zhao Jiaxu introduced before the start of the game, that those who are underage drink white vinegar, and those who are adults drink white wine.

Zhao Jiaxu didn't play a lot of cards, and drank several cups of vinegar, which made him sour, like opening his mouth to smoke people to death, Zhu Xuejin scolded Zhao Jiaxu as a pickled fish, saying that he was sour, vegetables and redundant.Talking and hiding.

In the next hand, Zhao Jiaxu was the landlord again. He didn't know what kind of magical physique he was able to draw the landlord card accurately every time, but he was lucky, this time he was on the same team as Wen Kuo.

The sore Zhao Jiaxu moved to Wen Kuo's side: "Brother Wen, bring me over, it's up to you."

Wen Kuo nodded, "Yes", and when he turned over the cards, his eyes instantly went dark.

3456 does not have 7, 8910J does not have Q.

The only thing he is thankful for now is that he is an adult, so he won't have to be sour like Zhao Jiaxu later.

After 2 minutes into the game, the battle was at a stalemate, Wen Kuo couldn't move even a single card, Zhao Jiaxu thought he was hiding his clumsiness, but Li Qi and Duan Fei on the opposite side found out that the "pervert" on their side who could count cards was a traitor, and kept going everywhere. Leaving Wen Kuo behind, he eccentrically went to grandma's house.

Li Qi could only press Zhao Jiaxu to play wildly. After three rounds, Wen Kuo still had a handful of cards in his hand, and Zhao Jiaxu had two cards left, one was [-] and the other was also [-].

There is no suspense to lose.

Wen Kuo felt that Zhao Jiaxu's physique was amazing, and those who didn't know thought that his bad luck could be transmitted through the air.

The classmates who watched the battle saw that Wen Kuo lost, they were all excited like that, and clamored for Wen Kuo to drink.

Jiang Peizhi seemed to want to say something, but the voices of the people around him were too loud.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Wen Kuo didn't shirk, and said with a smile, "When did I say I would stop drinking?"

Zhao Jiaxu was discussing with the vinegar: "How about I also drink from the bar, this vinegar is really bad."

"Fuck you, think beautifully."

He twisted his face and drank the fourth cup of white vinegar. Compared to Zhao Jiaxu's barking teeth and claws, Wen Kuo drank a glass of white wine like a normal person, as if the glass contained boiled water.

Everyone thought about Wen Kuo drinking so well until the fifth game.

They found that Wen Kuo's game gradually became irregular, his damage was greater than Jiang Peizhi's, his losses were worse than Zhao Jiaxu's, and he played against each other.

Losing five hands in a row, drinking five cups in a row, Li Qi and the others felt ashamed to bully others after losing. They wanted to change the game, but Wen Kuo was holding on to a card and would not let it go.

Under the blessing of the strong wind on the top of the mountain, the wine that he drank quickly went to his face. His whole body was red, his ears were red, his cheeks were red, and the corners of his eyes were also red.

After finally putting down the cards, he picked up the cup in front of him again, his moist lips touched the rim of the cup, wondering, "What are you all looking at me for?"

Zhao Jiaxu: "I didn't see you, I didn't see you, I mean let's take a break, it's getting late, let's have something to chat."

Everyone else unanimously agreed, only Young Master Wen held the cup and glanced at it proudly: "Don't be afraid of losing."

Zhao Jiaxu: "..." I'm really afraid of losing.

If you drink again, others will be gone.

Their side soon dispersed. Wen Kuo was holding a pack of potato chips that Zhao Jiaxu handed him, sitting in a corner and carefully reading the product information on it. He read the ingredients list in a low voice, his face was almost on the verge of getting punched. .

The wind on the mountain was blowing loudly, Wen Kuo suddenly felt a little nauseous, he stood up with potato chips, staggered and walked out.

Jiang Peizhi gave him a tug: "Where are you going?"

"go back."

"I send you."

Seeing that Wen Kuo seemed really uncomfortable, Zhao Jiaxu wanted to stand up and help him, but Jiang Peizhi stopped him before his hands touched anyone: "I'll do it." Li Qi was smarter than Zhao Jiaxu in this regard, and he reacted instantly He came over, grabbed Zhao Jiaxu and said a few words about safety, seeing the person walking away, he pushed Zhao Jiaxu to sit down.

The way back to the hotel from the observation deck was not too long, but there were a lot of steps, and it was a bit difficult for Jiang Peizhi to drag a drunk.

A drunk not only cannot walk well, but also has the risk of vomiting at any time, so Jiang Peizhi has to ask every minute: "Can you still hold on?"

The drunk articulated clearly: "Yes." In the next second, he stepped on his left foot and fell forward with his right foot.

Jiang Peizhi had no choice but to forcefully carry him back.

On the way, Wen Kuo said "I want to vomit" dozens of times, but in the end he didn't know whether it was due to his pride and face or what, he didn't vomit it out, and endured it until he went back to the hotel and went to the bathroom, then locked the door and hid in by himself .

It's the first time Jiang Peizhi sees him being so self-conscious when he's drunk.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the door was opened again. The drunk seemed to have regained consciousness a lot. After throwing up, he didn't forget to brush his teeth and wash his face. He leaned against the door frame, his wet face drooping: "Let's go."

Jiang Peizhi: "Where am I going?"

"I care where you go."

Jiang Pei didn't know whether to accept his temper, and asked, "Rest or go out? It's less than nine o'clock now."

Wen Kuo lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes on his fingertips, as if he was in a daze, Jiang Peizhi was not in a hurry, stood by the side and waited, after a moment of silence, Wen Kuo suddenly spoke.

"Let's soak in the hot spring."

"Ok?"

"I want to go to the hot springs."

Jiang Peizhi looked at his hair: "Go to the hot spring when you're drunk, do you have some common sense?"

Wen Kuo: "...Only you have common sense." He replied in a low voice.

Jiang Peizhi didn't retort, but Wen Kuo's temper turned up: "You have common sense, don't you know that today is December [-]th? Do you have common sense and don't you know that December [-]th is my birthday? Do you have common sense and don’t you know that people should say happy birthday on their birthday? Even if you don’t understand these things, do you understand reciprocity?”

Wen Kuo's temper seemed inexplicable, but Jiang Peizhi knew it all.

He said, "Let's go to the hot spring tomorrow."

Wen Kuo's nasal voice was very strong and stubborn: "Why?"

"There are more important things today."

Wen Kuo didn't speak.

He is indeed drunk, he can turn the corner with only some relatively simple logic, and he doesn't understand when he encounters the twists and turns. For example, Jiang Peizhi said that there are more important things, Wen Kuo He could only think of Old Joe's assembly at ten o'clock, and the super moon that would appear near midnight.

He said again in his heart, why.

Why did he remember Jiang Peizhi's birthday? On his birthday, Jiang Peizhi didn't even say happy birthday.

Once a person gets into the corner of a horn, it is difficult to get out. He enlightened himself for a day, and finally returned to this childish topic.

He suddenly felt aggrieved, and the hand that was holding the door frame of the bathroom was so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"You're right, but I don't want to go out."

Wen Kuo blinked, and let go: "Don't you understand me? I'm a very small-minded person, and I'm rebellious. I like to go west when others say things. I can't say it. It's not good for anyone to come today." If you think it's important, then go yourself."

He looked up, but he didn't look at Jiang Peizhi, but looked at the lamp on the other side. It was obviously soft and warm, but he felt it was very dazzling, which made his eyes hurt, and suddenly turned red. .

"Wen Kuo." Jiang Peizhi's voice was very low: "Do people become stupid when they get drunk? I knew I shouldn't let you drink today."

Wen Kuo wanted to refute, but bumped into Jiang Peizhi's emotional eyes.

He seemed to understand it, but he didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words at all, so he replied stubbornly: "I'm an adult, why can't I drink it? If you say you can't drink it, don't you drink it?"

"Why?" Wen Kuo confronted this "why" today: "Who do you think you are?"

It hurts to say these words alone, but the young man in front of him has red eyes, hot and chaotic breathing, and a hoarse voice, showing his most vulnerable and honest side.

So Jiang Pei didn't know if he was angry, but he just couldn't hold back and couldn't wait to get an answer from someone.

"Who do you think I am? Who do you want me to be?"

The heartbeat of the boy in front of him suddenly became faster, faster and heavier, and it seemed to be ringing in his ears. For a few moments, Jiang Pei didn't know whose heartbeat it was.

Wen Kuo said, "I don't know."

Some impulse seemed to break out of the ground, but at the critical moment, it was suppressed by Wen Kuo's little reason and face.

He has always felt that he is a restrained person. Sister Hua and Lao Qiao have said that he is very obedient and never does anything out of line. He can accurately grasp the proportions of things.

He felt that his reason was enough to suppress that inexplicable emotion.

"Liar." Jiang Peizhi stared at him, and suddenly spread his palms, revealing a familiar red cloth: "Who wrote it?"

Wen Kuo was stunned for a moment, and wanted to immediately ask "When did you take it out?", but changed his words in the next second: "It may be someone else who likes you."

He bit the word "other" very hard.

"Who can write uglier than you?"

Wen Kuo should have been angry. If it was normal, he would have had three hundred rounds with Jiang Peizhi at least, but now he is dumb, and his heartbeat seems to have no rhythm.

He overestimated his own reason, and underestimated the inexplicable feelings of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Who wrote it?

He wrote it.

On the red cloth strip were written three ugly words: Jiang Peizhi.

"Don't say you wrote my name for fun, Wen Kuo, what did you want to say when you came out of the tunnel today?"

tunnel?

Wen Kuo remembered that in the Huju Tunnel, Jiang Peizhi pulled him and told him in his ear that "the tunnel is not long", and he called Jiang Peizhi before going out.

At that time, his impulse was the same as now, what did he want to say?He forgot, but it is probably the same as what he wants to say now.

"I want to say..." Wen Kuo stared at a certain point, a little distracted: "Jiang Peizhi, I seem to like you a little bit, what should I do?"

How to do it?

Jiang Peizhi covered the door frame with his hands and lowered his body.

He remembered the sentence he said to Cheng Xingyi at that time, he said: Flowers are more delicate than people, and they are difficult to serve.

But he didn't say he didn't like it anymore, because he was no longer that duplicity and ignorant kid.

Many truths that I didn’t understand when I was young, I will understand when I grow up. When the flowers are in full bloom, you must express your love bravely in time. The same is true for people. A young boy who shines should be surrounded by the world.

He said, "I like you too."

I like it very much.

The author has something to say:

Happy birthday is meant to be said of course! ! ! ! !cub!Stop fantasizing!How could he forget your birthday! ! !