The fireworks dissipated sparsely. The sky darkened again. Immediately, another cluster of flowers ignited.
Standing under the grand starry night, Chen Jiaxian felt relieved.
She was so calm and determined inside.
On this day when she is 21 years old, she is not afraid of breaking her head or burning herself out, because she knows that she has the ability to succeed; because she knows that her anger is the anger of many people, and her unwillingness is the anger of many people. Human unwillingness.
Many people were willing to help her - for a shared vision.
And this help has nothing to do with love or position.
She always has the courage to restart a game because there are many people behind her and she is fearless.
She is the daughter of Xiguan. She is a warrior from Xiguan.
She is Miss Xiguan.
…
The fireworks are over.
There are only warm embers all over the ground and the never-ending river.
Chen Jiaxian grabbed her work permit and slapped her face. Her eyes were bright and her face was hot. At this moment in the night, the laughter of tourists came from a distance, but there was no one around her.
Far away from business society, on her birthday, she didn't need or want to manage her expressions.
Chen Jiaxian sat facelessly on the edge of the stone railing of the river, covered her face with her hands, and cried heartily.
After crying for a while, she pressed a tissue to her eyes. Then he took out his mobile phone and unpinned his mother's WeChat pin.
She pulled another tissue and held it in her hand. The cool night breeze blew through my face and hair. She leaned against the stone in a daze.
A pair of leather shoes stopped in front of her.
Chen Jiaxian recognized the silver laces twisted on the leather shoes and the small luxury logos strung on them.
Pan Qiaomu lifted up the hem of his designer suit, bent his long legs, frowned and hesitated, then resolutely sat on the ground, next to her.
Chen Jiaxian's heart ached sharply.
She turned away and said, "Your clothes are dirty."
Pan Qiaomu unfolded the long black cashmere coat in his hands, wrapped it around her whole body, and tied a knot with the sleeves. The hem of the expensive coat drags on the ground, and the black cashmere and blue granite tiles look like ink.
Pan Qiaomu frowned, tugged on his suit, dusted it a few times, and then said, "Didn't you want me to look down?"
He looked at the girl huddled in her clothes.
Her makeup was ruined again. Pan Qiaomu thought that she always had the ability to make herself very embarrassed.
Chen Jiaxian said "Oh". After a while, she said dullly: "What are you doing here?"
Pan Qiaomu stretched out his hand.
His fingers were long, and his skin looked particularly pale under the sheen of his black cashmere coat.
He tugged at the sleeves of his coat and tightened the knot that tied her.
Chen Jiaxian was angry and funny: "Hey, you..."
Before she finished speaking, Pan Qiaomu held her back and hugged her suddenly.
He hugged her tightly.
"Maybe we can start over," he murmured.
She struggled for a moment, and Pan Qiaomu pressed the back of her head hard, pressing her face against his heart.
"Listen," he said quickly, "I take back what I said. Even if I like you, I don't care what our relationship is anymore. What do I desire in return, what do I mind, or my bastard expectations for you? You should just call it a piece of shit. If you want to play the game of desire, let’s play the game of desire. The next thing - whether you will love me or whether I will love you, fuck it, we’ll talk about it later. Man I only live one life, I only live this life, and you only live this life. Let’s make love. Do you have desires?”
Chen Jiaxian listened to his strong heartbeat, which was a little fast. Pan Qiaomu tightened the knot on her body. He held her with one hand, and with the other hand he dug around in his pocket and grabbed a thin necklace.
The necklace is strung together with many tiny diamonds, the ends are braided into a knot, and the ends hang down softly.
Before Chen Jiaxian could see clearly, Pan Qiaomu had quickly tied the necklace around her neck: "This is your birthday gift."
The expensive platinum watch on his wrist brushed coldly against her neck.
He hugged her again.
She felt him rest his chin on the top of her head.
His voice came from above: "I will always be by your side. But you are free."
As he spoke, he nervously tied the knot on Chen Jiaxian's body, and then tightly wrapped his arms around her.
Chen Jiaxian struggled for a while, but Pan Qiaomu did not relax, and his voice was a little trembling: "We are so familiar with each other, please give me some face."
Chen Jiaxian laughed out loud.
She raised her face and her eyes were bright: "If you don't kiss me, how will I know if you have desire?"
Fireworks were going off in Pan Qiaomu's mind.
He lowered his head, and the high bridge of his nose touched the tip of her nose. He heard her say, "But I'm free."
He kissed her, blocking out the rest of her words.
"Now, do you have desire?" he asked in a low voice.
Chen Jiaxian looked at him without evading his eyes.
"I do," she said.
…
After the elevator door opened, Pan Qiaomu held Chen Jiaxian's hand tightly and entered her fingerprint into the door lock of his home.
He seemed to be swearing something, and seemed to be making some determination.
But he said nothing.
The night was dense and long. If the ice melts, the river will flow softly forever. Chen Jiaxian's ears always seem to be echoing with the sound of the leaves of the old banyan tree, clattering, clattering. That was the sound of wind passing through it.
Desire stretched her body until it was slender and transparent.
The soul is complex, the body is simple.
At a certain moment, she was willing to disappear into the wind and the river.
…
The early morning alarm clock rang.
For the first time, the two of them slept in together.
Pan Qiaomu closed his eyes and easily covered Chen Jiaxian's ears. He stretched out his other hand accurately and turned off the two people's alarm clocks.
He turned over and took her into his arms from behind. The bedroom was quiet, and Chen Jiaxian fell asleep again.
During this period, my phone dinged and vibrated several times, mostly filled with endless work messages, email reminders, and morning news. Chen Jiaxian was very tired and spent a moment in half-asleep. She failed to grab her phone and failed to wake up. Immediately, someone took her cell phone away from the pillow, and the world returned to silence.
Pan Qiaomu's voice came to his ears: "I have learned how to cook. Come and try it." He touched her hair.
Chen Jiaxian opened her eyes and was so confused that she didn't touch her phone: "What time is it?"
Pan Qiaomu had just come out of the bathroom and was wiping his hair: "7:45."
He gave her a complicated look: "I took your mobile phone to charge."
Chen Jiaxian sat up, and Pan Qiaomu casually pulled a shirt and put it on her body.
She asked: "Give me the phone. I'll check the email first."
Pan Qiaomu paused subtly and avoided her request: "It's getting late, you go and wash up first."
