Chapter 1260: Chapter 840: The Night Before Parting (2)
Song Xiyun didn’t pay too much attention, after all, Jiang Nian had always been lively. She just focused on drying, until a certain moment.
"Okay, all dry."
She let out a long breath, relaxing her hand as the fabric rebounded. Jiang Nian felt warm on his back, so he stood up.
"Alright."
"You seemed really tense just now." Jiang Nian lowered his head, gently hugging her, and whispered softly.
"Hmm?"
"No....." Song Xiyun wanted to struggle, but not too fiercely, "Maybe you saw wrong."
"Okay." Jiang Nian held her, not letting go, and after a while, carefully leaned down.
She didn’t refuse the soft, lingering kiss, and even began to breathe deeply when it ended.
Like a fish drowning.
"Wait....."
Jiang Nian didn’t listen to her, if Xiao Song was unwilling, she could easily push him away instead of saying wait a moment.
He lowered his head, continuing to kiss. From her neck to her ears, and then her lips, almost visiting them all.
Until Song Xiyun’s body softened, did he finally carry her into the bathroom.
"Don’t....."
Jiang Nian’s hands didn’t stop, Song Xiyun only felt like she was a pool of water, completely melted.
Her whole self was blurry, letting him do as he pleased.
Coming back to her senses, both had finished bathing. Lying in her room, on the bed, she subconsciously tried to cover up.
"You you..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Nian kissed her again. His hands roamed over her body, firmly holding her down.
She wasn’t sure what she shouted.
Only felt Jiang Nian’s hands were hot and nimble. Like rainwater wandering on the earth, seeping underground.
Bit by bit disappearing.
...
Night fell.
The two sat opposite each other on the sofa watching TV. Song Xiyun occasionally glanced at Jiang Nian through the corner of her eye.
"Uncle and aunt haven’t come back yet?"
"No." Jiang Nian also turned his head, looking at Song Xiyun, "We get some private time now."
Song Xiyun: "...."
She wasn’t sure if he meant the private time just now, or now, or even later.
After all, in college, they rented an apartment.
She went over these thoughts quickly in her mind. After thinking for a moment, she felt it was all of them.
"You..... have to keep it a secret."
"Okay." Jiang Nian agreed very readily, even if Xiao Song hadn’t reminded him, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to tell anyone.
After a period of silence, he brought up leaving tomorrow. As expected, Song Xiyun followed up with a couple of questions.
"Can you finish everything before school starts?"
"Shouldn’t be a problem." Jiang Nian fiddled with his phone, leisurely, looking both showy and cool.
"Oh." Song Xiyun seemed to be pondering something, then looked up after a while, "I want to discuss something with you."
"What?"
"I can wear headphones at night." Song Xiyun said awkwardly, "Actually, you don’t need to worry about me."
Jiang Nian: "???"
What a helpless statement.
He couldn’t go along with that topic, without thinking he refused, "I’m leaving early tomorrow."
Whether it can happen is another matter.
It’s about the attitude.
Song Xiyun froze at his response, and then lowered her head to voice her concerns, "Because I feel like we are like this....."
Stealing emotions??
Jiang Nian thought about it, comforting her, "Don’t think too much, get a good night’s sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow."
"I..." Song Xiyun shook her head, but after a moment, suddenly seeming to think of something, she looked up and asked.
"Are you.... empty?"
After all, she couldn’t remember just now, only knowing it took a long time to calm down before her rationality returned.
Jiang Nian: "...."
He said, "No, not really."
Song Xiyun was already holding her phone, searching for the relationship between times and amounts, "So they won’t match up huh."
Darn it, the accounts won’t match up!!
Jiang Nian was too tired to complain, and was just about to organize his thoughts when a call came in, from his mom.
"We’re almost there, did you defrost the meat in the kitchen?"
Hearing this, the smile on Jiang Nian’s face vanished instantly. He quickly checked WeChat, seeing the message sent at three o’clock.
Then he took a deep breath and replied seriously.
"Yeah, I defrosted it."
"That’s good....." Li Hongmei sighed with relief, thinking to say something more, then heard Jiang Nian add.
"But you said you’d be here at four, now it’s almost seven. It’s too hot these days, I’m afraid the meat would spoil."
"So I wiped it and put it back in the freezer."
Upon hearing this, Li Hongmei immediately got angry.
"Why’d you put it back in the freezer, just leave it at room temperature! You’re always..... never letting me have peace."
Amused, Beijing University doesn’t bring peace.
Ms. Li’s aspirations were sky-high, only a hero like Hong Mao matched to be her son.
Jiang Nian pretended a helpless tone to interrupt, "Alright, alright, I’ll take it out and heat it up now."
"Fine, cook the rice too. Qianqian and the others will come over later to have dinner with us."
The call ended.
Song Xiyun looked at him in shock, this person was clearly..... lying through his teeth without missing a beat.
"You better go heat the meat."
Xiao Song pressed her lips together, not exposing him. After such a fuss, she snuffed out that bold thought.
....
"Where’s the meat?"
"In the kitchen, it’s soaking." Jiang Nian saluted, half an hour ago really frightened him.
"Okay, let’s prepare for dinner." Li Hongmei and Old Jiang went into the kitchen, beginning to bustle about.
A few homemade dishes, probably ready to serve in fifteen minutes.
"Did you go collect money?" Jiang Nian leaned in closer, watching Xu Qianqian play on her phone on his sofa.
"Hmph! So what?" Xu Qianqian glanced at him, pulling out a stack of bills, "Call me mom....."
She stopped mid-sentence.
Almost forgot, this isn’t her living room. Luckily, the clatter from kitchen covered her bold words.
Jiang Nian didn’t mind, sitting beside her. Xu Qianqian had called him that before, she just wouldn’t admit it later.
"Really gonna give it?"
"No way!"
"Tsk."
Before long, Song Xiyun joined them. Her expression unchanged, no different from usual.
"You already took a bath?" Xu Qianqian sniffed, noticing the shower gel scent on Song Xiyun.
In contrast, someone else didn’t smell like it.
Originally, he had the scent, but didn’t wear clothes to enter the bedroom. Add on the sweat, it got completely covered up.
"Yes..... I got drenched in the afternoon." Song Xiyun didn’t know how to explain, so she switched the topic.
She ate that meal anxiously.
After dispersal, she messaged Jiang Nian, who deflected the topic with random chatter again.
Song Xiyun: "....."
Jiang Nian: "(smiling)"
He understood women very well, now he was called to put out the fire. When the dust settled, she’d probably contemplate again.
Wearing headphones, in sleepless nights.
Jiang Nian wasn’t against it, but he couldn’t let Song Xiyun find out, mainly because it depended on Xu Qianqian’s opinion too.
In short, it took real skill.
This is why, in a lifetime and a half with one and a half people, even giving it your all, you can’t achieve a perfect CG.
The key to passing, isn’t what you have.
But what they want.
Of course, more importantly, you have to be good enough yourself. Song Xiyun might not remember, but he did.
In the afternoon, let alone clearing the inventory, they hadn’t even gone through half of it.
Where did the storage dilemma come from?
Xiao Song got a third through the inventory before tiring herself out. In accounting, if you can’t keep up, there’s nothing you can do.
Late night, past ten.
Song Xiyun had already gone to her room, Jiang Nian was still in Xu Qianqian’s living room, discussing some things with her.
"So, that’s what college is like?"
"Yes, this is also what I heard from others." Jiang Nian said, "In any case, the necessary preparations must be made."
"Alright." Xu Qianqian nodded.
Having finished discussing business, they looked at each other, both almost glancing at Song Xiyun’s room door in unison.
"You..." Xu Qianqian hesitated, shrinking back into the sofa, "Don’t start where we left off last time."
Jiang Nian didn’t care much, hugging and kissing her happily before leaving.
Swish swoosh.
He was taking a shower in the bathroom, coming out refreshed, wandering back to his room.
He checked his phone, dozens of messages popped up.
Xu Qianqian: "Furious!!!"
Various punching and kicking emojis, a dizzying sight, "Jiang Nian you jerk! I’m going to beat you to death!!"
Jiang Nian: "(smiling) Come over then."
