Chapter 475 Picking you up to watch the fireworks
The New Year’s Eve dinner was served, and the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast on TV.
Song Xingye watched no more than two shows, put down his bowl and chopsticks, yawned, and complained.
Of course, before that, he said to Song Qingyou: "If Qingyou goes to the party, I will definitely not be sleepy."
Song Qingyou smiled, but didn't respond.
As a "hot" star in the past two years, it's not that the Spring Festival Gala program team has never approached her, but she declined them all. The reason is that her family is in poor health and she wants to stay at home with her family.
As for the real reason, it was naturally that the program director asked her to sing on stage.
Singing and excellent acting, there are not artists in the circle who are not good at singing and acting.
The problem is, Song Qingyou is really not very good at singing.
Even if the director said that none of the singers who have sung on stage in the past few years are professional singers, she is not going to go up.
There is a specialization in the arts, so she should just focus on acting.
After dinner, Lin Xuyang took the initiative to take over the work of cleaning the kitchen.
Song Qingyou was just about to lie down on the sofa when the phone in her pocket rang.
Press the screen to turn on, and the caller ID on it turned out to be Jiang Yi.
She glanced at Song Xingye, and saw that the latter was concentrating on watching the sketch, so she connected the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sister...Auntie, I'm Jiang Yi..."
Jiang Yi's voice was very low, and the background sound was very noisy.
Song Qingyou listened for a long time before she realized that there was a quarrel over there.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"It's little uncle..."
The child's voice was a little choked up.
Song Qingyou didn't hear clearly, so she got up and walked out.
"What's wrong with little uncle? Don't worry, just speak slowly."
"Little uncle is being bullied." Jiang Yi lowered his voice, "They, they are all around little uncle, are they going to beat him? Sister, come and help little uncle..."
Jiang Yi didn't speak clearly, and there was no cause and effect.
But Song Qingyou felt bad when she thought of the other son Jiang Quan brought back.
"Don't worry one by one, I'll be there right away."
"You send a location, okay?"
Jiang Yi's mobile phone was prepared by Fang Yan. When she and Jiang Yi exchanged contact information, she taught him how to post the location.
"Okay, then sister, come quickly."
The call with Jiang Yi was cut off, and Song Qingyou called Jiang Zhihan several times, but no one answered.
In desperation, she had no choice but to contact Fang Yan.
"I have Ms. Jiang's phone number here, I can help you contact Mr. Jiang." Fang Yandao, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang must be reasonable... Do you want me to drive you there later?"
The Miss Jiang he was talking about was a collateral branch of the Jiang family and had a good relationship with Jiang Zhihan.
"No need." Song Qingyou knew that Fang Yan was on vacation today, so she already felt sorry for calling, so naturally she wouldn't bother the other party.
When Jiang Yifa came to locate him, Song Qingyou and Song Xingye greeted each other, and hurried out.
Fang Yancai sent a message when the car was almost at the destination, saying that Jiang's family banquet hadn't been done yet, and Jiang Zhihan also knew that she had called.
Not long after Song Qingyou received the news, she received a call from Jiang Zhihan.
Originally, she wanted to say a lot and ask a lot of questions.
But hearing the other party's 'Qingyou', Song Qingyou suddenly lost interest in knowing the whole story.
She parked the car at the foot of the hill where Jiang’s old house was located, and said:
"I'm at the foot of the mountain now, and I'm here to pick you up to watch the fireworks."
After a pause, he added: "Don't refuse."
Jiang Zhihan responded and quickly hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Song Qingyou saw the other party in the car.
In the dark of night, the whole mountain is lit with lights.
Jiang Zhihan ran down in a suit and leather shoes, it was hard not to attract attention.
Song Qingyou opened the car window and waved at the other party, "Jiang Zhihan!"
To be honest, it was the first time she saw Jiang Zhihan look so anxious.
Even if he was trying to adjust when he was approaching, with shortness of breath and thin sweat on his forehead, it could be seen that he was running all the way here.
Jiang Zhihan with this appearance is much fresher than when he first met. Even if he still has no expression, his whole person seems to have walked from the snow mountain to the world.
Song Qingyou was a little curious about what he looked like when he was young.
While thinking about it, he handed over a few tissues.
"There's no need to be in such a hurry, I won't leave if I can't pick up someone."
Jiang Zhihan took a deep breath, "I don't want you to wait—"
As he spoke, he took the tissue.
Song Qingyou was about to withdraw her hand when she was caught off guard.
"you-"
"Well-"
Swallow all the words that are not spoken in the mouth.
Jiang Zhihan didn't stop until Song Qingyou almost leaned out of the car window with half of her body.
Looking at the glistening eyes of the person in front of him, he took a few deep breaths, suppressed the eager desire in his heart, and calmly said:
"Shall I drive?"
Song Qingyou snorted softly and retreated into the car, "I'm here to pick you up to watch the fireworks, so of course I should be driving!"
She put on her seat belt again, and her eyes signaled, "Get in the car soon?"
An impatient expression.
Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Song Qingyou looked away and focused on driving.
Said to go to see the fireworks, but it was actually her impromptu idea.
However, there is a river to the east of Beijing City, and there is a small island in the middle of the widest part of the river. Every year during Chinese New Year, fireworks will be set off on the island.
Calculating the time, it should be almost time to set off the fireworks.
It's a pity that the two of them went too late, and the place near the river was crowded with people, not to mention cars, even people, it was impossible to squeeze in.
Song Qingyou glanced at the river from a distance, and decided to find a place with higher terrain
—here specifically refers to the top floor of a certain hotel.
The hotel is an industry owned by Jiangyuan Group. As long as Jiang Zhihan shows his face, how can the hotel not agree?
So before the fireworks started, the two found an excellent viewing spot.
When the fireworks all over the sky rise into the night sky, the noise of the riverside is covered up.
Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain.
Song Qingyou likes fireworks very much, and she is already watching them intently.
She suddenly thought that she didn't know that Jiang Zhihan was Zhizhi before, and the two of them obviously hadn't met a few times, so they weren't familiar with each other, but they took Jiang Yi to set off fireworks together.
And the fireworks that Jiang Zhihan set off on her birthday.
Glorious like the lights of thousands of families, those moments are brighter than the Milky Way.
Song Qingyou turned to look at the people around her, but met his green eyes again.
Jiang Zhihan stretched out his hand to hold her hand, with the corners of his mouth raised, smiling as a warm spring.
Song Qingyou's heartbeat accelerated, and when she recovered, her mind was already full of fireworks
— If you slowly raise your hand up to the top, and then suddenly spread your fingers, then congratulations, you just set off a firework for yourself, at most two at a time, but you know, if you slowly stretch your hand over, Hold me, then there are thousands of fireworks in my heart.
(from Rilke's "Celebrate Me")
(end of this chapter)