Does my wife remember me today?

Chapter 23

It feels very wonderful to exchange secret love silently in such a large crowd.

I accepted it as soon as I saw it, and planned to leave after just hugging it lightly.

I was about to put my hand off his back, but I felt my shoulders sink, and my wife took advantage of the situation to rest her head on my shoulders, as if she didn't want to end the hug so quickly.

You were going to call me Mr. Ji just now, why are you...?

I didn't want to understand this layer, but I still quietly let him hug me for a while.

When I finally walked out, I saw a fawn waiting by the wall with an excited glow on its face.

"Cake Brother!!" She called out to me.

"Don't you already know my name, why do you still call me Pie Brother?" I may never know what is in the brain of a young girl in the new era.

"It's different! Bingge has a profound meaning and represents our revolutionary friendship in the past!"

Me: "Okay, whatever you want."

"Brother Cake! You guys were so sweet just now! You didn't see that Xia Xia was on your shoulders, and her eyes were full of love!"

"...Really." Although I don't know how she saw it, I was still a little happy when I heard this.

After sending away Xiao Lu, who was bubbling with happiness, I specially ordered Qiu Yang to tell his wife that I would wait for him in the car after finishing all the work for the day.

At that time, Qiu Yang said strangely: "Brother Ji, you two are really arguing? It's not like that. Today Xia Xia asked me about you with a smile, asking if you are free tonight."

I leaned against the back seat of the car, the door was not closed, I looked at the TV building where people were coming and going, the lights were on and off, I watched for a long time, and finally waited until the person I was thinking of came to me.

The weather was already very cold, and he was wrapped in a large dark green down jacket, without a hat, and half of his face was covered by a black mask, only his bright star-like eyes and slightly frowning eyebrows could be seen.

Qiu Yang clicked on his mobile phone beside him, and was still talking to him.

Qiu Yang saw me first and waved to me.

I nodded, pulled the door and stepped out of the car, and walked towards them: "Are you hungry, let's have a supper together?"

While talking, he glanced at Qiu Yang pointedly.

Assistant Qiu, who is very observant, is very cooperative with me: "You and Xia Xia go! I have something to do when I go back to the hotel, so I won't accompany you guys——Brother Ji takes good care of us, Xia Xia!"

I put one hand in the windbreaker pocket, and waved Qiu Yang perfunctorily with the other: "Okay, you can go back quickly. Goodbye."

Without further ado, Qiu Yang got into the car and left with his bag in hand.

I stood in front of my wife, politely maintaining a social distance: "I found out that there is a quiet store that can be reached on foot without taking a taxi. Shall we go together?"

Because of the mask, I couldn't see his expression, but his eyes told me that he should be smiling now: "Well, good."

Then added three more words: "Mr. Ji."

Okay, I'll have to get used to the name.

The temperature in City X is several degrees lower than that in City A. I checked the time, and it was 23:53. Today is Christmas, but it’s getting late, and the festive atmosphere of Christmas has dissipated a lot.Leaving the vicinity of the TV station, there are many fewer people.I turned on the navigation and estimated the distance: "It will be there in 10 minutes. Are you tired of recording today?"

He turned his face and shook his head: "Fortunately, I just didn't expect Mr. Ji to come. I'm very happy."

"Then..." I stepped down a step, and the time just passed zero, I turned to him, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you one more time, happy birthday."

Hearing this, he also stopped, stood on the steps two steps higher than me, took off his mask, and seriously gave me a very sincere smile: "Thank you."

Thank goodness there are no more words with Mr. Ji after this sentence.

The atmosphere is good, even if it's just small talk, it's not awkward.

In fact, the so-called supper shop is the izakaya that my friend Lao Bai opened to play tickets. I just threatened and lured him to open tonight, and only for us.

The location of his store is very hidden. We walked side by side along the current road, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.

I turned my head to look at my wife, and saw that his right hand was folded on top of his left, and he rubbed it subconsciously, as if he still felt cold, he raised it to his lips and let out a breath.

"Is it cold?" I slowed down, "I'll be there soon."

"It's okay." He smiled a little embarrassedly.

I had an impulse for no reason, and I wanted to push it back quietly, but my brain refused.Looking around, only one or two passers-by in a hurry passed by us.

I took a step in his direction, breaking the thin layer of social distance I had maintained just now.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, I stretched out my right hand, held his somewhat cold left hand, and stuffed both hands into the windbreaker pocket without any explanation.Then he asked a little nervously, "Is it warmer this way?"

After all, I'm not sure if my wife will shake off my hand now.

But he didn't.

Seeing that he didn't object, I interlocked my fingers with him in my pocket.

I tilted my head slightly, only seeing his red earlobes under the streetlight.

The two of us who have grown up long ago are like two teenagers in the youthful era, quietly holding hands on the hidden path, the two hands in our pockets are clearly covered with a thin layer of sweat, sticky, Also reluctant to let go.

After walking for 2 minutes, I let go of my wet right hand, walked to his right in two steps, changed my left hand and pulled him over again: "Cover this side too."

Wife: "..."

He finally couldn't help it, turned his head to look at me, and laughed softly.

"Thank you," he finally stopped laughing, his ears were red, "it's very warm."

In this way, we walked to Laobai's izakaya.

Lao Bai is not here, so I just explained to the store manager that I will come tonight.

I pulled him to sit down, ordered a plate of edamame and burdock, with a little fried food, and a pot of soju.

Today's program was recorded for a long time, but the two of us still didn't eat much.

No one mentioned the sudden holding hands just now.

We were the only two sitting in the store, and the clerk knew that there would be no more customers, so he was hiding in the lounge to be lazy.

It was already past zero, and this strange city had long been silent in the night.The lights in the store were not fully turned on, and the manager's cat was sleeping soundly beside him. The bean aroma of Japanese tofu and the faint sweet aroma of plum sake on the table were faintly in the air.

An unknown song was playing on the bar counter, the sound was turned on just right, and the shamisen was being plucked gently, which was not obtrusive in this small space.

All is well, as it should be.

We ate supper leisurely, paid the bill, pushed open the door of the izakaya, and let the moonlight and street lights mix together again and drench on us.

I didn't mention the reason just now that "I'm afraid his hands are cold, I want to keep him warm"—probably because the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, as soon as he went out, he stretched out his hand to me and hooked mine , walking slowly one after the other.

My previous guess was right.

When I went back half a month ago, he didn't have me in his mind, but he would never reject me in his subconscious.

But now that I have returned to three months ago, not only does he still remember my name, he even, who has always been calm and calm, said at this moment things that he who I knew before would never have said.

He lowered his head, took my hand a little stubbornly, and followed behind, looking at the shadows of the two of us stretched by the street lights.He adjusted his position carefully until he saw the shadows of the two of us overlapping each other, and then he opened his mouth: "Mr. Ji likes me, right?"

I was surprised by his straightforwardness after losing part of his memory, nodded, and was about to say something, when he opened his mouth, my wife continued to add another sentence.

"Me too. I like you too."

I stopped and turned around.

I don't know where his mask went. I remember that he was a person who barely showed his face after drinking, but at this moment his face was stained with an abnormal blush, but he firmly did not avoid my eyes.

I saw my lover standing under the street lamp, with a straight spine and thin shoulders. The dark sky mixed with stars fell down, turning into a gentle tulle and covering the lover's body. .I raised my head, and behind him was the black and pure winter sky, but there were scorching stars in his eyes that could melt the cold.

"Ah."

I pulled him towards me from the cold winter night and gave him a warm hug as well.

The hug I asked for during the recording was restrained and polite.

But now, I hold him firmly in my arms, with my hands around his waist, and the bridge of his nose rubs against my neck, itching a bit.

We maintained this posture for a long time, until I saw the dark sky mixed with stars falling down, turning into a gentle tulle and draping over my lover.

"How do you know?" I asked quietly.

"I just know. It's very inexplicable." He was very close to me when he spoke, with a little nasal voice, "The moment I hugged you before, I just knew that you liked me."

He reached out and wrapped his arms around me.

"...I know that after you invested in the show I starred in, you tried to use various means to get me to choose the script and endorsement. I know you came here to find me this time. My mind is messed up, but I Sure, I'm right."

I freed a hand to stroke his hair.

"But, you may not know." After hugging him for a long time, I smelled the sweet smell of sake from the store just now on him, and it was the first time that I realized that alcohol with such a low alcohol content can make people feel intoxicated.

I waited patiently for him to finish what he wanted to say next.

After a full minute, my wife continued: "I may...maybe like Mr. Ji for as long as Mr. Ji liked me."

The author has something to say:

There may be something wrong with me.

When I wrote the line "his nose rubbed against my neck", I especially wanted to follow the line "feel the pulsation of my carotid artery" ==

My brain is really crazy.