Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    Ji Linqiu didn't notice that Jiang Wang was unusually quiet behind him, and was still watching the new clothes with his mother's movements.

    When Peng Xingwang was bouncing around them, he laughed in his heart that the child was so happy for such a simple thing.

    But at this moment, he had exactly the same happiness.

    I also have new clothes from my mother.

    It's a good New Year.

    Ji Linqiu could actually hear her mother's angry words.

    In the eyes of outsiders, several people in their family seem to be very talkative.

    "It would be great if you did this earlier." He whispered: "I always wanted to ask before, do I have to urge marriage every time I open my mouth on the phone."

    Chen Danhong coughed unnaturally and defended: "If you are 30 and still not married, people will think you are abnormal."

    The concept of abnormality is like a plague in small cities and rural mountains, and everyone can't avoid it.

    Ji Linqiu turned to look at her, angry and funny.

    "Do you listen to what others say?"

    Chen Danhong was stabbed and raised her jacket as if seeking cover: "Try it, do the new clothes look good?"

    Ji Linqiu took the clothes, still looking at her, and asked again calmly.

    "Mom, don't you feel annoyed when others put their eyes and hands into our house and point at them."

    He didn't let the topic continue, he just unfolded his coat and tried it on in the mirror. The shoulders and waist were all right.

    Chen Danhong was stunned for a long time, hurriedly praised him for his good looks, and his clothes looked good.

    Ji Linqiu straightened the collar of his clothes, turned around and opened his hands, holding the old man in his arms.

    patted her on the back again, her voice low and calm.

    "Mom, happy new year."

    When New Year's 31 arrives, people are setting off firecrackers at more than four in the morning, crackling like they are blowing up a mountain.

    Jiang Wang watched TV until after two o'clock last night, and forced himself to sleep under the quilt.

    Beginning at six o'clock, daylight leaked through the gaps in the curtains, and the corridors and stairs gradually made noises.

    Jiang Wang buried his head a little deeper, despite sleeping until nine o'clock.

    Ji Linqiu and her sister finished posting the Spring Festival couplets together, went upstairs to wake him up, knocked on the door and came in to see a quilt.

    He laughed dumbly, and sat beside the bed and tapped someone who looked like a rice cake ball with his knuckles.

    "Get up, it's New Year's Day today."

    The rice cake dough twisted.

    "It's still early, let me sleep."

    Jiang Wang:…

    He actually planned to start, but he liked to play with Ji Linqiu and deliberately buried his head in it.

    The next second, the quilt was lifted by a corner, and Ji Linqiu got half-length in to see him.

    "Can't afford it?"

    Jiang Wang opened his eyes and saw Ji Linqiu in the dim red light close at hand.

    "Be careful I kiss you." His voice was a little hoarse: "So close, on purpose?"

    Ji Linqiu iced Jiang Wang's neck with the back of her hand, and said slowly, "Don't kiss it under the quilt, it will smell like sweat if you miss it again."

    "It is."

    Today is the most joyous day. According to the rules here, you have to wash your body and wear new clothes for the New Year's dinner.

    When Jiang Wang raised his chopsticks, he saw that the table full of red peppers, green peppers, and millet peppers had no turbulence.

    Ji Linqiu poured him a glass of water, he quickly caught it, squinting and smiling.

    Many fireworks are set off in the daytime from near and far. At this moment, the sky is sunny, and the bright purple and bright blue patterns can't be seen at all, only the whistles and explosions can be heard.

    Jiang Wangwen looked out the window, looked at it for a few seconds, and said, "I haven't seen fireworks for many years."

    Ji Guoshen was surprised: "Hongcheng won't let the whip?"

    "No," he smiled and shook his head: "I used to do business elsewhere, and I can't come back."

    "Linqiu, take Boss Jiang to see the fireworks more at night." Ji's mother had heard Ji Changxia say before that Linqiu was able to come back to celebrate the New Year to a large extent thanks to Mr. Jiang Very grateful: "We didn't take good care of it, and thank you for not disliking it."

    "Wherever you are, you are welcome."

    In the evening, halfway through the Spring Festival Gala, the TV program could hardly hear the lines.

    The village was afraid of wildfires, so she specially set aside several large open spaces for fireworks. Ji Linqiu probably inquired about the location, raised her flashlight and Jiang Wang looked at another remote high place. crowd with others.

    They climbed up quickly with their backs facing the roaring thunderclap, and more than a dozen brilliant fireworks exploded in one fell swoop, all of them scattered brilliantly in the night sky.

    The vision is clear from the heights, and you can even see the golden light rising in the distant city.

    Jiang Wang wore less clothes. After standing and watching for a while, he felt the chill soaked into his trouser legs like a spider web. He took out a bag of white sand and ordered one for himself.

    Jiang Wang looked sideways: "You know again."

    "Well, you've smoked very little in the past few months. Basically, you only come with one to accompany guests. It's a meaning to be lit." Ji Linqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you want to quit?"

    Because I want to see you happy.

    Jiang Wang did not explain, but smiled and continued to look at the late night neon light on the top of the mountain.

    "It's a little cold."

    "I'm cold too." Ji Linqiu tightened her coat and looked at him leaning against the railing: "I'm afraid that the clothes my mother made will rub against the thorn tree branches, so I don't want to wear them."

    "Come on, Brother Wang, lend me a sip too."

    Jiang Wang did not hand him the cigarette.

    He took another deep puff in front of Ji Linqiu, and said with a low smile, "Do you know that you are actually kissing me when you smoke my cigarette?"

    Ji Linqiu blinked very slowly.

    Then stretched out his hand, put his fingertips on the cigarette between his lips, and took a slow, provocative puff.

    "Like this?"

    Jiang Wang took the cigarette back, clasped his neck with one hand and kissed it.

    They were kissing for the first time, so at first they just touched each other's lips quickly, and then kissed each other more strongly as if they were sucking oxygen.

    More fireworks screeched to the top.

    And bang all at once.

    He licked and kissed his lips and teeth greedily and recklessly, forgetting whether he had opened his eyes or not, just wanted to rob him of all his breath and heartbeat.

    their fingers clasped

    Together, the winter wind whirls through the valley, but the air is full of rising heat.

    "Stay with me." Jiang Wang murmured and kissed him: "Okay?"

    As if to prove one kiss after another, he didn't even give him a chance to breathe, clenched his wrist and hugged his waist, leaned over and kissed his forehead, his Eye.

    "Linqiu, together, okay?"

    He never imagined he would kiss him.

    He will use his own body temperature to warm his cold, and the buttons of the collar seem to be entangled and touched.

    Ji Linqiu was a beam of light when he was young, a mystery he once dared not touch.

    But now they are so close.

    It was as if the hearts were pressed together, resonating with the same enthusiasm and indulgence.

    Jiang Wang even felt that the kiss was like one person trying to be a part of another person's body.

    Before he kissed him, it never felt like they were both longing for more.

     Then softly, as if afraid of any syllable error, she whispered against his ear.

    "I love you so much."

    Ji Linqiu was kissed and whimpered lowly, took a quick breath, and was hugged and kissed again.

    "You..." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were wet and absent: "You didn't give me a chance to answer."

    Jiang Wang stopped then, reached out and tucked his broken hair behind his ear, and measured his cheek with the back of his hand.

    "It's all hot." The man laughed: "Is it still cold now?"

    Ji Linqiu also laughed, and the next moment, fireworks exploded in the sky beside them, causing endless silver tree frost branches to appear in the night.

    "It's not cold anymore." He looked at him, and his eyes were also bright: "I love you too."

    The two of them didn't know how long they stayed on the mountain, and then they walked home holding hands on the path, and only released when they approached the light.

    It just became wide and flat.

    He and he didn't say a word, just held hands and walked towards home together.

     But as if the heart is close to the heart, the skin is warm and hot.

    After arriving home, Jiang Wang just finished saying hello to the people watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and was taken upstairs by Ji Linqiu.

    "Hey—Zhao Benshan is coming out soon, let's watch the sketch!" Ji's mother greeted: "Why go up!"

    Ji Changxia was also much cheerful, holding a large piece of apple and said, "Brother Jiang! Come and eat fruit!"

    "I'll give him a gift, come down immediately." Ji Linqiu replied casually: "You guys see first."

    Jiang Wang was led all the way to the study, and when Ji Linqiu closed the door with his backhand, he opened his arms generously.

    "Come on, give your boyfriend a hug."

    Ji Linqiu couldn't help laughing and walked over, hugged and kissed by him, and found an oil pen from the desk.

    Then pull the sleeves apart, all the way to the elbows.

    "Come and grant your wishes."

    The man didn't react for a while, his right hand was pulled up by his left hand, holding a pen to draw strokes on the smooth skin.

    Ginger, forget it.

    He suddenly remembered that he had mentioned to Ji Linqiu that he likes to write his name on the cover of a book.

    He longed to have it.

    He froze for a few seconds.

    "So you're left-handed?"

    Ji Linqiu sighed deeply: "Did you know?"

    "What if the name is washed out?" Jiang Wang showed a troubled expression like a child: "It won't last for two days."

    But shook his head quickly.

    "No tattoos, you look best when you're clean."

    "It won't be washed off." He leaned over to the side of his ear, and said in a low voice, "The words will soak in little by little."

    Ji Linqiu has never said such blatant love words, and at this moment, he feels that there is an electric current shuddering through his nerves.

    "Dipped through the skin, through the bone, down the arteries all the way to my heart."

    "As long as you love me, the words will be engraved as deeply."