Untamed Passionate Kiss

The lantern festival in Jingzhou changes its format every year.

But no matter how many times they changed, the only difference was the shape of the lanterns, and Liang Yutang was already tired of seeing them.

But there's nothing we can do; the elders just love to join in on this kind of fun.

Since Meng Yang's father was going to unveil the plaque on behalf of the municipal party committee, both the Liang and Meng families went to the scene to join in the fun.

A long line of black cars, about ten in total, were parked in the special lane.

Liang Yutang's grandmother, aunt, second uncle, third uncle, and others were all there, along with the Meng family.

The news that Liang Yutang and Meng Yang had confirmed their relationship reached both families the next morning.

Before Liang Yutang even got home, she was taken back to the Meng family, at her own request.

Liang Yutang: "Many things in the past were unclear, and I must give an explanation to my uncle and aunt."

Otherwise, Meng Yang would probably be criticized and denounced again when he goes back.

Meng Yang joked, "Wow, this little girl has actually taken responsibility."

Liang Yutang: "No, I just don't want you to suffer."

It sent chills down one's spine.

Meng Yang: "So you never thought I would be wronged back then."

Liang Yutang felt guilty, "Back then... my mind... was elsewhere."

"How dare you say that?"

"Only by respecting history can we change history."

Liang Yutang spoke in a serious and earnest manner, spouting profound truths.

Meng Yang was inclined to let it go and did not pursue the matter.

After all, this kind of behavior is the kind of sincerity he wants.

The Meng family had always liked Liang Yutang.

A girl I've known since childhood, whose background I know well, would be ideal to actually marry her.

With Liang Yutang's good attitude, the two families resumed their interactions within just a few days.

Six years later, we spent this Spring Festival together again, just as we always have.

The Meng family compound was brightly decorated, as if it hadn't hosted a celebration in a long time.

The two families even agreed to visit the lantern festival together on the evening of the first day of the lunar new year.

The elders walked around slowly, stopping frequently, and later suggested watching Lao Meng unveil the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Liang Yutang wasn't interested and dragged Meng Yang to the lantern festival market.

There were many lanterns for sale at the market, all exquisitely handmade, and Liang Yutang liked them.

Meng Yang said, "Let's buy one."

Liang Yutang shook her head: "Just for appreciation. Who would buy lanterns at their age?"

"In my eyes, you will always be six years old."

"Then I'll take two. Chang'e and the rabbit would be a perfect pair."

Meng Yang laughed, "You're quite impolite."

Liang Yutang: "Are you crazy? Why should I be polite to my boyfriend?"

Meng Yang choked, then gave a bitter smile, a smile tinged with sweetness.

Would you like some water?

After he finished paying for the lanterns, he turned his head and happened to see a stall selling handmade milk tea not far away.

Meng Yang wasn't interested in milk tea, but girls liked it, and Liang Yutang especially loved it.

Sure enough, Liang Yutang nodded vigorously.

The girl carried two lanterns, her hair was tied in a small bun, and her eyes sparkled.

This bun hairstyle was the one Liang Yutang often wore when she went to the dance studio as a child.

At first glance, she really looked no different from a little girl.

"Go wait over there."

Meng Yang felt extremely soft-hearted seeing this and, not wanting her to walk any further, decided to go buy it himself.

Liang Yutang obediently carried the lantern and retreated into the temporary lantern pavilion.

She found a place to sit down and began to play with the lantern.

Suddenly, a song was heard.

I want to ask why/

I am no longer your happiness.

But why/

But he smiled bitterly and said, "I understand."

Pride often holds people back.

Love always takes a winding path.

……

Upon hearing this, Liang Yutang paused in her manipulation of the lantern.

Her fingertip landed on the lampshade and was lightly burned.

Yes, it's a cell phone ringtone.

Moreover, it's a ringtone that belongs exclusively to one person.

More importantly, it was not Bian Yu's phone number.

It was his old WeChat ID's exclusive ringtone.

When they broke up, she was emotional and set up this special password that might never be heard again.

However, tonight, eight years later...

When she decided to fall in love with someone again.

It rang.

What can I say?

Not answering? That would seem like he was feeling guilty.

After thinking it over, I answered anyway, and said in a sweet voice.

"Happy New Year, Mr. Bian!"

Although it's sweet, this kind of opening remark, done with deliberate calmness, creates a sense of distance.

It was as if they really were just in a project collaboration relationship.

Mixed with the noisy chatter of tourists and the sounds of fireworks...

Liang Yutang's voice was the clearest among all the background noises.

Bian Yu felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of sourness in his nose.

He didn't speak for a very long time.

After a while, Liang Yutang finally realized something was wrong. "Did I press the wrong button? Then I'll hang up."

Bian Yucai spoke in a daze.

"I ran into the Nanyun Municipal Party Committee tonight..."

He rarely loses his ability to summarize key points, instead picking up on minor details.

Bian Yu: "I ran into a junior from school; he's now the top executive's secretary."

Liang Yutang was completely confused and didn't know what he was trying to say, so she blurted it out.

"Oh? 6."

Bian Yu laughed immediately upon hearing this.

"6 what 6?" he couldn't help but retort, "Am I saying this to show off to you?"

Liang Yutang: "They can't possibly be here to wish me a Happy New Year, can they?"

"Happy my foot!"

Bian Yu was really drunk, and his temper completely broke down.

Or perhaps, Liang Yutang's familiar tone reminded him of his former self.

That version of myself, standing beside her.

Although Bian Yu had no idea that his chest was trembling with pleasure because of these few simple, familiar words of conversation.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to talk to her more, to keep talking.

But this time, Liang Yutang fired the gun.

Meng Yang has already returned with the milk tea.

From afar, Liang Yutang saw the man carrying two cups of milk tea of ​​different colors, carefully protecting them as if afraid that passersby might bump into them.

Among the ordinary pedestrians, he stands out as the most vibrant color.

Liang Yutang suddenly felt that she shouldn't have answered this phone call, which was just trying to gloss over the truth.

then.

"Mr. Bian, you've had too much to drink."

She quickly said, "You may have stumbled upon something that's upset you. But you'll regain your composure when you wake up tomorrow. Go home and rest; don't worry your wife."

After saying that, she steeled herself and hung up, put her phone in her down jacket pocket, and walked towards Meng Yang.

It was just too cold in winter, so Liang Yutang wore gloves, and the buttons weren't very responsive.

She thought the call had ended, but it hadn't.

Bian Yu was speechless for a moment after being cornered by her.

He knew that the call was meaningless, but he still wanted to make it.

Over there, Meng Yang had already stood in front of Liang Yutang.

Meng Yang: "Give me the lamp."

He held out his hand, handing her the milk tea as he did so, saying, "One cup of milk tea is cold, and the other is hot. Warm your hands with the hot one first, then drink the cold one."

Liang Yutang squinted slightly, speaking in a slightly coquettish tone.

"It feels so strange~ Someone actually agreed to let me drink it cold!"

Meng Yang: "You'll drink it even if you disagree."

"Hehe. You can drink the hot one, don't waste it."

"I control my blood sugar at night."

"You really went all out to wear that suit I bought you."

"It's not about risking everything."

The man said decisively, "It's love."

drop.

Finally, the person on the other end of the phone hung up.