Sang Zhi remembered that Duan Jiaxu went to help her meet her parents, but she had long forgotten that Fu Zhengchu was also present. It had been seven or eight years since this incident, and her impression of it had faded a lot.
But after hearing Duan Jiaxu's mention, Sang Zhi's memories suddenly came to mind.
She was silent for a few seconds: "Did you just remember it?"
Duan Jiaxu coughed slightly and said nothing.
His reaction caused a crack in Sang Zhi's expression, and she understood instantly. She stared at him for a long time, with a bit of disbelief in her tone, and said blankly: "Then why didn't you explain it just now?"
Duan Jiaxu smiled: "I'm not afraid that I think too much."
Very confident.
But he clearly guessed what Fu Zhengchu was thinking.
Sang Zhi took a deep breath and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his waist: "Stop pretending."
Her strength was not heavy, but she seemed to be tickling him. Duan Jiaxu didn't hide, as if he really felt itchy. He laughed so hard that he was a little out of breath, and spoke with a shallow breath: "You, classmate, are you still tickling?"
It’s quite mind-blowing.”
Sang Zhi also felt it was extremely ridiculous: "What did he think?"
"But the speculation is quite interesting."
"..." Sang Zhi's breath was blocked in her chest, and she couldn't get up or get down. She didn't want to pay attention to him, and looked at her phone again, trying to find the chat window with Fu Zhengchu, and found that a series of messages had been sent there.
Fu Zhengchu: [You...]
Fu Zhengchu: [I was embarrassed to say it just now in front of you two and there were so many people around.]
Fu Zhengchu: [Isn’t it bad for you to be like this? If your parents find out, they won’t go crazy? Moreover, this matter is not ethical in the first place. As your friend, I would like to advise you to turn around and be safe.]
Fu Zhengchu: [The introduction you just made was too fair and aboveboard, aren’t you afraid of being seen? To be honest, now I’m starting to wonder if there’s something wrong with me. 】
After a few minutes.
Fu Zhengchu: [The more I think about it, the more I get...]
Fu Zhengchu: [Think about it for yourself. You don’t have to worry, I’m not that big-mouthed and won’t tell others.]
Sang Zhi twitched his forehead and replied: [It's not what you think, this is not my brother, but my brother's friend. In the past, he just helped my brother to help me meet the teacher.]
After the transmission was successful, Sang Zhi put away the phone and glanced at Duan Jiaxu.
Perhaps because he was afraid that she would be annoyed, Duan Jiaxu's smile faded a bit and he looked towards her.
However, Sang Zhi didn't mention what happened just now. After seeing Duan Jiaxu's car, he said warmly: "Let's go and eat."
Duan Jiaxu drove the car near the company.
The two hadn't seen each other for nearly a month. After the car stopped, he didn't rush out of the car and went over to unbuckle Sang Zhi. The distance suddenly shortened, and his eyes were fixed on her, leaning against her.
Getting closer.
Very obvious hint.
Duan Jiaxu tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the skin under her eyes. There was a hot breath, and the familiar and delicious smell of tobacco. His lips seemed to be close to each other in the next moment, but they were frozen at this moment.
The distance that seems so far away.
Ambiguity ferments in the air.
Duan Jiaxu's Adam's apple rolled slightly. His facial features were softened by the light outside the window, and his eyes were light and glowing. He caressed her face lovingly, chuckled, and continued to look down.
The posture is inexplicably lustful.
All the emotions seemed to heat up and surge with this move.
But there was no time.
Because Sang Zhi suddenly raised her hand and covered his mouth.
Duan Jiaxu's body visibly paused, his eyes raised, and he looked at her silently. He looked devoid of any emotion, but somehow had a hint of danger.
Sang Zhi said: "You'd better stop kissing me first."
Duan Jiaxu didn't pull her hand away. When he spoke, hot air sprayed onto her palm, like an electric current: "What?"
"I remembered what my classmate said just now." Sang Zhi said very vindictively, "I can't remember who you are. Anyway, seeing you is like seeing my brother. You'd better stay away from me."
Duan Jiaxu said thoughtfully: "Is it so serious?"
Sang Zhi had a straight face and nodded.
His eyelashes fluttered, his gaze dropped, stopping on her lips, and soon he looked up at her again.
The silence did not last long.
Suddenly, Duan Jiaxu pulled off her hand, pressed it on his chest, and brought her whole body over. Before Sang Zhi could react, his lips were already pressed against hers.
The tip of his tongue touched the seam of her lips, swept inwards along her teeth, hooked her tongue, entwined and licked hard.
Sang Zhi kept her eyes open and opened her mouth, letting him take what he wanted.
When kissing, he always liked to pinch her earlobes or caress the skin on the back of her neck. His lips and tongue invaded every corner of her delicately and patiently, but the force was a bit heavy and not gentle.
It was as if he wanted to tear her apart bit by bit, taste it carefully, and then swallow it into his belly.
She wanted to squeeze him out, but he grabbed her chin and swept in arbitrarily.
There was nothing else in Sang Zhi's mind, and she couldn't help but raise her head to cater to him.
After an unknown amount of time, Duan Jiaxu bit her lower lip, licked it lightly, and then stepped away. The light did not change, but his pupils appeared inexplicably deeper, and his lips were red and stained with water.
All Sang Zhi's sullenness was spinelessly evaporated at this moment.
Then, Sang Zhi heard him say: "Now -"
She raised her eyes.
Duan Jiaxu curled his lips, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and his smile looked like a disaster.
"Do you remember who I am?"
3.
With a heavy rain, the season changes from summer to autumn, and the dryness in the air dissipates a bit, becoming a little damp. As the leaves wither, the temperature drops sharply, ushering in the new year.
A cold wave is sweeping across the country, and cold air is coming on a large scale.
Different from the cold in the north, the winter in the south is wet and cold. No matter how thick you wear it, it seems to penetrate into the body from any corner, along the pores, and penetrate into the bone marrow.
2017 was the coldest winter Duan Jiaxu had ever spent in Nanwu.
It was also after so many years that he truly felt it again.
New Year should be a lively and festive festival.
This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.
Duan Jiaxu spent the New Year at Sang's house.
Perhaps because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed, or because he was embarrassed because he was not invited, one month before the Spring Festival, when Duan Jiaxu went to Sang's house for dinner, Sang Rong started to mention this matter to him.
Li Ping also showed that she would be angry if he didn't come over.
Duan Jiaxu did have the idea at first that he didn't want to disturb their family's New Year celebrations. But after hearing what they said, he felt calm and did not hide his feelings, so he agreed with a smile.
He mentioned this matter to Sang Zhi.
Although he knew that his parents would definitely ask him to come with them to celebrate the New Year, Sang Zhi still felt very happy when he heard it.
After returning from school, Sang Zhi clung to her parents like a follower for several days because of this incident. Later, when she found Duan Jiaxu free, she took him shopping.
Sang Zhi had already prepared the New Year’s gifts for her family.
This time I went out just to help Duan Jiaxu buy some new clothes.
After they got together, Duan Jiaxu's clothes were mostly bought for him by Sang Zhi.
Duan Jiaxu didn't pay much attention to these things. When he was alone, he used to go to a men's clothing store and buy a few random items when he was short of clothes. The whole process took less than ten minutes. When he was too busy and couldn't spare any time, he simply bought some clothes online.
purchase.
But because he is good-looking and looks good in anything he wears, it doesn’t have a big impact.
I feel that he doesn't treat me well. Sang Zhi likes to worry about these things for him, but he is not so enthusiastic about buying clothes for himself. When I go shopping with friends, I always go to men's clothing stores.
The two entered a men's clothing store.
Sang Zhi looked at the clothes and asked his opinion.
Duan Jiaxu smiled and replied: "Whatever you think looks good."
Sang Zhi took a dark red sweater, handed it to him, made serious gestures, and muttered: "New Year, dress more festively. Do you agree?"
Duan Jiaxu stared at her and said softly: "Okay."
"Then you go and try."
"good."
When he went to the fitting room, Sang Zhi picked out a few more clothes and held them in her arms. She looked to the side, flipped through the coat next to her, and took it off. She counted the time, and then went to try on the clothes.
Walk in the direction between.
Duan Jiaxu just came out.
There was plenty of lighting in the store, and Duan Jiaxu's complexion was white and seemed to be shining. Because he stayed up late for a long time, there was a layer of blue-grey under his eyes, but because his lips were naturally red, he didn't look haggard.
The collar of the sweater was a bit low, exposing a section of his collarbone. Most of his clothes were dark, and it was rare to wear clothes of such a color, which made his appearance even more eye-catching. Standing there quietly, he seemed to be teasing others.
Duan Jiaxu walked up to her and asked, "Is that okay?"
Sang Zhi seemed unable to take his eyes away and said honestly: "It looks good."
Duan Jiaxu: "Then this one."
Sang Zhi couldn't help but say: "Why are you so good-looking?"
"Huh?" Duan Jiaxu leaned over to look at her levelly, and said in a nonchalant manner, "Then let me commend my brother for being the most handsome in the world."
"..." Sang Zhi pretended that he didn't hear anything and gave him the clothes in his hand, "Would you like to try these?"
"I won't try it anymore." Duan Jiaxu said, "Just buy them all."
"oh."
"I'm going to change my clothes."
Sang Zhi groaned and suggested awkwardly: "Let's go wearing this."
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows and said with a low smile: "Is my brother so good-looking?"
Sang Zhi didn't answer this, and walked toward the cashier with her clothes in her arms, saying, "Let's go and pay."
Duan Jiaxu didn't tease her anymore, he just laughed after her.
After paying the bill, the two left the store.
Sang Zhi thought: "Do you want to buy a formal suit?"
Duan Jiaxu: “I’ll buy it when I get married.”
"..."
Sang Zhi glanced at him and said, "Then go buy some shoes. You've been wearing these shoes for a long time."
Duan Jiaxu pointed to the women's clothing store next to him: "I'll buy you a few pieces."
"I've bought a lot of clothes recently."
"Yeah." Duan Jiaxu said, "I'll buy it for you too."
When she picked up her own clothes, Sang Zhi felt a little uninterested.
Duan Jiaxu picked out clothes for her with great interest. But it was not like Sang Zhi choosing clothes for him. Duan Jiaxu would wear whatever she picked. Sang Zhi was very demanding, and he would be dissatisfied if he just picked one piece.
Make a complaint.
"This one will make me look dark."
"This skirt is so long, I feel like I'm 1.5 meters tall when I wear it."
“This pattern is so earthy.”
"Don't want this."
In the end, I didn't choose anything.
Sang Zhi also gradually discovered that the girls around her seemed to be glancing at Duan Jiaxu with a vague look. She paused and looked at him, staring at his collarbone exposed in the air.
She was silent for a few seconds, and her expression turned ugly.
Duan Jiaxu said with a good temper: "Let's change the store."
Sang Zhi raised her eyes, stared into his eyes, and said strangely: "Which man is from -"
Duan Jiaxu: "Huh?"
"You're dressed so immodestly."
"..."
On New Year's Eve, Duan Jiaxu came to Sang's house at noon.
The New Year's Eve dinner here is very early, starting at four o'clock in the afternoon. He has nothing to do while staying at home, so he plans to come over in advance to help.
It was Sang Zhi who came to open the door for him.
As soon as he entered, Duan Jiaxu could hear Li Ping scolding Sang Yan. He could also smell the extremely fragrant home-cooked food. The girl in front of him smiled and happily brought him a pair of slippers, feeling very happy.
Good look.
Duan Jiaxu rubbed her head: "Why are you so happy?"
"My brother was scolded." Sang Zhi's lips sunk deeply and she smiled silly, "I was very happy to hear that."
"..."
Sang Rong was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.
Hearing the noise, he raised his head and greeted Duan Jiaxu kindly.
Duan Jiaxu smiled and said, "Happy New Year, uncle."
Liping and Sang Yan seemed to be in the kitchen.
He chatted with Sang Rong for a few words, and then was dragged into the kitchen by Sang Zhi. At this time, Sang Yan was standing by the sink, washing dishes impatiently, and Li Ping frowned and said, "What's your expression?
Isn’t it okay for mom to ask you to do a favor?”
Sang Yan stopped and said, "Mom, how many times have you said this?"
Duan Jiaxu spoke up and politely shouted: "Auntie."
Hearing the sound, Li Ping turned around. When she saw Duan Jiaxu, she smiled instantly, as if she were seeing her own son: "Jiaxu is here? Go sit down for a while, and Auntie will cut some fruit for you."
Since talking to them last time, Duan Jiaxu has visited Sang's house a lot, at least once a week. More than Sang Yan, his biological son.
After getting along for a long time, Sang Rong and Liping had a better impression of him.
Because of this comparison, they became increasingly dissatisfied with Sang Yan, who had not returned home for hundreds of years, and their attitudes towards the two gradually became very different.
"No need." Duan Jiaxu said hurriedly, "Let me help you."
"Let this brat do it on his own." Li Ping looked at Sang Yan again and continued to lecture him, "Learn more skills about this virtue, otherwise I'm really afraid that girl Yifan won't want to follow you in the future."
Sang Yan pointed at Sang Zhi: "So can she get married like this?"
Sang Zhi was very unhappy, so she hid behind Duan Jiaxu and exposed her head. Before she could say anything, Duan Jiaxu had already spoken and said gently: "It's okay, Auntie, I can cook."
She stared at Sang Yan and echoed in a frustrated tone: "I'm sorry, my boyfriend can."
Li Ping said, "Look at others."
Sang Yan endured it: "Mom, who is your biological son?"
Liping: "Are you asking me to choose?"
"..." Sang Yan understood the meaning of her words.
He was very self-aware and did not ask any further questions. He just looked at Duan Jiaxu expressionlessly and sneered: "Okay."
After the New Year’s Eve dinner, the family sat on the sofa chatting and watching the Spring Festival Gala.
The Sang family has the habit of staying up until twelve o'clock. Although they felt sleepy, they still stayed up until twelve o'clock. As soon as the bell passed, Sang Rong gave each of the three of them a red envelope and said some nagging words.
As I get older, I am less able to stay up late.
Soon, Sang Rong and Liping returned to the room.
Duan Jiaxu and Sang Yan cleaned up the mess on the coffee table.
Sang Zhi was also sleepy, but she still held up her eyelids and yawned while helping. Seeing this, Duan Jiaxu leaned over and kissed her forehead, and said with a smile: "Go to sleep."
"Let me help you," Sang Zhi muttered, "It won't be too messy, it will be quick."
Sang Yan looked at them coolly: "Did I change my name to Sang Qifeng?"
"..."
Duan Jiaxu said with a smile: "Go to sleep, your brother and I will do it."
"Oh, then remember to ask my brother to get you a new toothbrush and towel." Sang Zhi was so sleepy that he was a little unconscious, so she kissed his face, "Happy New Year."
After saying that, she stood up and trotted back to the room.
Sang Yan swept the peanut shells on the table into the trash can and suddenly said: "Why do I think you are getting more and more annoying?"
Duan Jiaxu raised his eyebrows: "Brother, what do you mean?"
Sang Yan directly threw the peanut shells on him.
"Brother." Duan Jiaxu said with a sullen smile, "It's on the ground. Go get a broom."
"..."
Duan Jiaxu stayed at Sang's house today and slept with Sang Yan.
They had already taken a shower one after another, and now they went back to the room and went to sleep. Sang Yan threw the pillow on the sofa and repeated his previous words as a matter of course: "Sorry, I don't sleep with men."
At this point, Duan Jiaxu couldn't sleep much. He sat on the sofa, rummaged through his pockets, and took out the red envelope that Sang Rong had just given. He looked at it for a while, smiled, and didn't look at how much money was inside.
Sang Yan looked strange: "What's your expression? Why don't you just receive a red envelope?"
Duan Jiaxu put it on the table, picked up the cigarette on the table, and said casually: "I haven't put it away much."
"..."
Not long after, a red envelope flew from Sang Yan.
Duan Jiaxu subconsciously took it. He heard Sang Yan sneer, and then said: "So you born in the 80s are different from us born in the 90s. You are really not suitable for receiving red envelopes at your age."
"..."
"Out of respect for the elderly, I will give you my share."
Duan Jiaxu threw it on the table and said with a faint smile: "Then you are really a young post-90s generation."
Sang Yan: "Do you have to say it?"
Duan Jiaxu didn't say anything else. He felt for his cell phone in his pocket and suddenly remembered that he had changed into a pair of pants, but he still touched something. He took it out and found that it was also a red envelope.
They are exactly the same as the two on the table.
I don’t know when Sang Zhi put it in his pocket.
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled inexplicably.
Place the three red envelopes side by side.
The extremely cold wind was blowing outside, roaring, crying, and beating on the windows.
Just listening to the sound makes people feel the chill.
But it was the warmest New Year that Duan Jiaxu had experienced in so many years.
4.
After knowing each other for so many years, Sang Zhi has never seen Duan Jiaxu get angry. Occasionally, he gets really angry, but it doesn't take long for him to dissipate. His temper is too good to be true of a normal person.
Sang Zhi never thought that one day, she would also see what this Buddha said.
——"Have you ever seen my brother lose his temper? It's very scary."
The author has something to say: I didn’t originally plan to write this extra chapter 4, but if you want to read it, I’ll write it anyway...
There is one chapter left, extra chapters four and five, the fifth is a proposal.
According to my speed, I don’t know when I can finish writing it. You can check it out tomorrow 3