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"Don't cry, you've cried my heart to pieces." Zheng Yu reproached himself for saying the wrong thing.
"Okay." Chen Jing wiped her face haphazardly, trying hard to hold back her tears, her face crumpled like a bitter gourd.
Zheng Yu remembered the first time he made Chen Jing cry, he was just like he is now.
"Okay, stop crying, let's go home, okay?" Zheng Yu coaxed in a low voice, wishing he could just hold the person in his arms.
Chen Jing is now extremely obedient, doing whatever Zheng Yu says and obediently following him home, where she is tucked into bed. The room is very dark, with only a warm yellow bedside lamp on. Chen Jing keeps her eyes wide open, staring at Zheng Yu without blinking.
Zheng Yu unconsciously curled his lips and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Can't I just look at you?"
"Fine, I'm so handsome, and you're the only one who gets to see it. You really lucked out."
"Tsk." Chen Jing turned over and looked at the ceiling, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why don't you lie on the bed?"
The room fell into an eerie silence, as Chen Jing's Adam's apple bobbed and the temperature around them quietly rose, the ambiguous atmosphere quickly fermenting and enveloping the two of them in an airtight package.
"Do you forget?" Zheng Yu cleared his throat and said, "I don't need to sleep, and I don't need to rest..."
" Zheng Yu," Chen Jing repeated his question, "Do you want to go to bed and sleep?"
"Okay," Zheng Yu answered without hesitation this time.
Chen Jing seemed to relax a bit, but then appeared even more tense. He shifted to the side to make room for Zheng Yu.
The two of them lay side by side on the bed, neither of them moving. Zheng Yu was afraid that Chen Jing might feel uncomfortable, so she casually brought up a topic, "I heard they have a fireworks show in the East City district."
He accidentally overheard someone in the comic group chatting.
"Do you want to go see it?" Chen Jing asked.
"I want to, but today is the last day, so I probably won't be able to see it."
Chen Jing suddenly turned around and said, "Then we'll do it ourselves."
Zheng Yu was suddenly startled by Chen Jing's seriousness, "Fireworks are not allowed in the city."
"Then let's go to the outskirts to set them off."
"Okay," Zheng Yu chuckled and agreed. There wasn't much time left, so let's have some fun.
When Fang Zhiyuan heard that Chen Jing wanted to borrow his car to go to the outskirts alone to set off fireworks, he was taken aback.
Young people suddenly have a whim, which is not surprising, but Chen Jing doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.
But Fang Zhiyuan still agreed to Chen Jing's enthusiastic gaze, but it had to wait until the weekend, as he needed the car on Saturday.
Chen Jing is anxious but there's nothing she can do. Finally, it's Sunday, but it's pouring rain, and several roads are paralyzed. Zheng Yu has already given up, thinking that watching fireworks is not necessary.
But Chen Jing suddenly became stubborn, as if insisting that fireworks must be set off.
Monday's rain was light, but it still didn't clear up. It drizzled all day, but road repairs were very quick, and normal traffic has resumed.
Finally, on Tuesday, the sun came out. Chen Jing excitedly started loading things into the car, but just before leaving, the sky darkened again.
Zheng Yu is worried and wants to persuade him to give up, but unexpectedly Chen Jing's eyes turned red. Zheng Yu has no way to deal with him, so he stopped persuading him after gritting his teeth, even if it meant making a wasted trip with him.
Fortunately, they were lucky to have rare good weather, with the fresh scent of rain in the air.
They chose a place far from the city center and didn't arrive until the afternoon. Chen Jing had booked a unique homestay, and after a simple meal, they rested for a while before setting off again when the sky had truly darkened.
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