She held the cigarette in her mouth and reached out to poke Xu Qingzhou in the smoke.
"Borrow a fire."
Hearing this, Xu Qingzhou turned sideways, reached into his windbreaker pocket, took out a lighter, and lit it with a bang:
"Let me help you." After speaking, she pointed to her free hands.
Jiang Rushui was holding a drink in one hand, and was still holding on to the wallet she had just taken out of her pocket. It seemed that she had no extra hands. She could also put the things down and light the fire, but she suddenly stretched her head out of nowhere.
The flames looked particularly bright under the dim light, reflecting the lines on Xu Qingzhou's hands as clearly as knife carvings. Jiang Rushui's face looked whiter and whiter against the flames, and his eyes were shining brightly because of the firelight. Xu Qingzhou was a little distracted at the moment when he saw this young face, but soon he calmed down. Jiang Rushui lowered his head and lit the cigarette, unaware of the undercurrent in the air at this moment.
The night was getting darker, and the stars on the plateau were big and bright, reflecting on the glass skylight into spots of light, with blurred outlines, mysterious and psychedelic, and the people gathered began to be intoxicated, but even so, the table was still chatting and laughing, and no one wanted to leave.
Jiang Rushui leaned back on her chair, squinted at the spots, and listened to the noise of the people at the table, but her heart was not disturbed. She felt that her whole body was relaxed and at ease. She didn't have to think about the pressure and worries, and she didn't have to worry about the gossip and chores. At this moment, she felt that this was just right.
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Oh, by the way, this is also a story of two people who have healed each other for more than 800 times.
Purpose: Life is impermanent, and there are always encounters that come unexpectedly. The road ahead is long, so we must walk slowly and savor it carefully.