CFL 63

Today’s temperature is three degrees Celsius. The quiet town in the early morning is enveloped in thick white fog, and the drizzle is as piercingly cold as snow.

Wen Ci shivered when he got up, and when he spoke, the white fog gathered and then disappeared in a moment.

“It’s so cold.”

Jiang Yufeng leaned over to fasten the horn buttons of his overcoat, wrapped his face with a thick scarf, squatted down to help him put on the fluffy boots, and overall, he looked like a little doll.

Jiang Yufeng looked at him for a while and picked him up.

Wen Ci put both hands on one of his shoulders and asked doubtfully: “Xiaoyu, why don’t you change clothes, aren’t you cold?”

Today is the day for tomb-sweeping visits. Wen Ci kissed Jiang Yufeng’s ear, which was icy cold, “Xiaoyu, don’t be unhappy, I’ll accompany you.”

Jiang Yufeng was not going for the first time and did not have any unusual feelings: “You’re overthinking. Let’s set off first, and I’ll take Mom over in the afternoon.”

“Okay.”

The destination is not far. Driving there early in the morning, the road is empty, overcast and drizzling, very much like the scenes in TV dramas where the black and white impermanents appear. Wen Ci took a few more glances in a daze.

The cemetery is built against the mountain, with neatly arranged steps. At a glance, the white fog is thick, drifting with a hint of cold and desolate.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Yufeng glanced at Wen Ci’s pocket, which had been holding on since getting in the car: “What did you put in there?”

“Ah… nothing.” Wen Ci can’t lie. When others lie, their eyes flit around, but when he lies, he stares straight and anxiously, for fear that the other party doesn’t know.

“Bring it over, let me see, it’s not a gift you prepared, is it?”

“No… ” Wen Ci spread his palm, “Just a piece of paper, I’m afraid I’ll forget the words…”

Jiang Yufeng: “…”

Wen Ci promptly took it back: “You’re not allowed to see it, it’s not for you to see.”

Jiang Yufeng still smiled: “Okay.”

The tomb-sweeping process is not that complicated, especially on the mountain. You only need to clear the surrounding weeds, remember to bring some flowers and plants, and if you forget, just talk. It used to be heavy-hearted, but now it’s like meeting a good friend once a year. Jiang Yufeng’s state of mind has changed so much. Time really can dilute a lot of things.

Jiang Yufeng held Wen Ci’s hand, holding an umbrella, and walked step by step up the muddy hillside. The distant mountains and waters were hazy and watery, and their figures at the foot of the mountain were so small.

The flowers and weeds in the stone seams of the steps were wet and drooping, covered with slippery moss, and every step had to be taken carefully.

Wen Ci asked: “Aren’t you going to prepare any gifts?”

“My mom prepared some, just bring some wine, he likes to drink.”

When Wen Ci spoke, he sprayed white fog, inhaled all the cold air, which made him breathe a little unsmoothly. He covered his mouth and nose, and his voice was muffled: “Don’t be sad.”

Jiang Yufeng: “I’m not sad.”

Wen Ci understood that time could dilute everything, but looking at Jiang Yufeng’s profile, he always subconsciously put himself in his place.

Jiang Yufeng looked at him sideways and revealed a little: “Do you have no confidence in me? I’m not that kind of person.”

Wen Ci smiled faintly: “What kind of person, I haven’t said anything yet.”

“I know without saying. You’ve heard a lot from Mei Xinyuan or Yun Anhe, hot and cold, no patience, you’re worried that I’ll be like this to you.”

Jiang Yufeng pulled the person closer, and the warmth surrounded the two of them: “I’ve never brought a third person to see my dad.”

It was a very ordinary sentence, but Wen Ci still couldn’t help but be moved.

“When I speak later, you can’t eavesdrop.”

“Okay.”

Jiang Yufeng’s attitude towards love is very peaceful and respectful. He never thought he would be involved. Wen Ci is a special person to him. That is the closest he has ever been to love. Once, it was even a peak of his hobby, that kind of passionate love and possessiveness.

Jiang Yufeng once rationally assumed a possibility. If it were a family member, he wouldn’t be nervous because Wen Ci made friends, nor would he be unbearable because others liked Wen Ci, nor would he be jealous because Wen Ci was good to someone. This is not the behavior of a family member. He longed to combine with Wen Ci, to become lovers with him, needing legal proof, needing recognition from all sides, they are lovers for a lifetime, loyal to each other, deeply in love with each other.

They climbed the steps, looking at rows of trees, all the way to the eighth row, under the guidance of Jiang Yufeng, Wen Ci saw his father’s tomb.

Jiang Yue.

Wen Ci’s throat tightened, and he slightly loosened his grip on Jiang Yufeng’s hand. Jiang Yufeng looked at him questioningly.

Wen Ci lowered his head: “Shy…”

Jiang Yufeng couldn’t help but slightly lift his lips, counting how many times he had laughed today.

Sweeping the tomb on a rainy day is the most troublesome. The ground is wet, and the mud is sticky. It took them some time to make this space neat and clean.

Jiang Yufeng introduced Wen Ci to his father as usual. Upon hearing his own name, Wen Ci immediately stood at attention, stiff and rigid.

Jiang Yufeng couldn’t hold back his laughter and pulled him: “Relax, I’m here to introduce you to someone, not for military training.”

Wen Ci thought he was too poor, pushed his face, and told him not to be so disrespectful in front of his father.

Jiang Yufeng put his hands behind his back: “My father is so happy to see me laughing like this that he is delighted.”

“It’s only right…”

“If you don’t believe it, wait until I go down in the future and ask him.”

“…” Wen Ci directly surrendered, “I believe, I believe.”

Jiang Yufeng stood beside him and watched Wen Ci take out the small note and look at it, and then looked at Jiang Yufeng eagerly.

“I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Jiang Yufeng guessed he was shy and didn’t want to be heard, so he turned and went down.

Wen Ci watched the person walk away, and the blush on his face became even more severe, with no signs of fading.

The small note didn’t write anything, it was like an outline. Wen Ci wasn’t afraid of forgetting, he was too nervous.

In front of Jiang Yufeng’s father, he didn’t want to cheat and hastily put the small note into his pocket.

“Uncle, hello, although Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu is Jiang Yufeng…” Wen Ci continued, “Xiaoyu has introduced me to you, but I think I should introduce myself to you again.”

Wen Ci explained his background, still with a happy and gratified expression, because many people would feel sorry or wronged for him after hearing his background.

In fact, it is not like this.

He is living very well, and his parents have given him the best.

Wen Ci looked at Jiang Yue’s photo, and his eyes and eyebrows were very familiar. He could see them on Jiang Yufeng’s face every day, so Wen Ci felt very close.

“Xiaoyu seems to have not lived well after Uncle left. I heard this from the people around him, but now he is much more emotionally stable than before. Uncle doesn’t have to worry too much down there. Auntie said I could take care of him, so I will take good care of him, healthy, safe and smooth.”

“Then there is nothing else for the time being, because it is the first meeting, I don’t want to say too heavy words.” Wen Ci smiled shyly, “I will come to see Uncle with Xiaoyu every year in the future.”

Jiang Yufeng stood with his arms crossed in the distance, looking at Wen Ci’s back, standing in a soft and hazy fog. It was far away and unclear, only knowing that Wen Ci stood straight and looked very far.

The next second, Wen Ci suddenly turned around, faced the direction of Jiang Yufeng, and then waved.

Jiang Yufeng walked over: “Finished speaking?”

Wen Ci was shy for a moment: “Finished.”

“What did you say?”

“Ask your dad.” Wen Ci also destroyed the small note.

“…”

When leaving, the rain was still drizzling. Just now without an umbrella, Wen Ci’s fluffy and soft hair top was full of fine water droplets. Jiang Yufeng wiped with a tissue, held an umbrella, and held his hand to walk down the steps.

Jiang Yufeng said: “But I can guess what you would say to my dad.”

Wen Ci thought it was not difficult to guess: “What if you guess, do you want me to praise you for being smart and great?”

“No, just feel very lucky.” Jiang Yufeng put his arm around his shoulder and scratched his forehead, “You are mine.”

Jiang Yufeng’s fingers touched Wen Ci’s features or every part of his body from time to time, which was his unconscious little action.

Wen Ci did not stop him, and occasionally felt a little itchy.

Zhao Shuran set off in the afternoon. She didn’t go anywhere today and even wore a little skirt. Seeing the two come back, Jiang Yufeng swept away the heavy expression of the past years, and came home with Wen Ci chatting and laughing.

Zhao Shuran suddenly stunned, and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion: “Tsk, you are too late, where did you go.”

Wen Ci held a plastic bag: “We went to the vegetable market and bought some cooked flavors. It smelled so good when we passed by.”

“I want it too!” Zhao Shuran was not polite at all.

Wen Ci was energetic and looked very good when he smiled: “I’ll go to the kitchen to get bowls, chopsticks, and I’m also very hungry.”

Jiang Yufeng followed behind and watched them.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yufeng sent Zhao Shuran over. He either stayed in the car or took a walk nearby.

Wen Ci chatted with Xin Jingqi in the room, counting the days, thinking that Xiaoyu and Auntie would probably come back at five or six o’clock.

With something on his mind, his thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Wen Ci ran to the front yard gate, and Mei Xinyuan was standing outside.

“I came to send some glutinous rice balls.”

Wen Ci had just counted the days, and the day he went back was the fifteenth.

Mei Xinyuan was surprised to hear this and felt that Wen Ci seemed to have not played well here, and of course, Jiang Yufeng was also responsible.

“You leave too quickly. Have you been to Wuan Temple on Snow Mountain?”

“I know this place.” Wen Ci had looked up strategies before, which was one of the more famous tourist attractions in District A.

But it doesn’t snow here. Snow Mountain is just a name, not because it really snows… Most people come to see the scenery or go to the temple to make wishes and worship Buddha.

“Happens that I’m free tomorrow. How about going to play? You’ve come all the way.” The last sentence almost pinched Wen Ci’s little heart.

“Wait for Xiaoyu to come back, I’ll ask him.”

“You don’t need to ask. He won’t go.”

“Why?”

Mei Xinyuan said: “He is allergic to the air there. I said it was a physical reaction. Uncle took him up the mountain, and he had an accident a few days after coming down. It just happened that they made a wish that day. In short, all kinds of bugs appeared, which led to Jiang Yufeng being allergic to that place. You can ask him specifically.”

Wen Ci was stunned: “Is that so…”

In the evening, Wen Ci pulled the zipper of the coat up and down: “Um, Xiaoyu, Sister Xin invited me to go to the snow mountain tomorrow. Are you going?”

Jiang Yufeng’s pen tip paused, drawing an extra black line: “I’m not going. I’m allergic to the air there.”

Wen Ci seized the opportunity and inserted a word: “Why?”

“It’s a stress response. I haven’t been there for many years. Do you want me to accompany you?” Jiang Yufeng thought for a while, “I’ve been busy lately and haven’t taken you to play well.”

“It’s okay. I will come again in the future. If I play enough at one time, I will get tired easily.” Although Wen Ci really wanted to, he still gave up. Xiaoyu would definitely be uncomfortable going up the mountain.

“Then I’ll set off with Sister Xin tomorrow.”

“Okay, call me when you come down the mountain, and I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay.” Wen Ci leaned over and kissed his lips, “I’ll bring you something delicious.”

Jiang Yufeng tilted his head and smiled, and in the next second, he pressed Wen Ci’s nape, pried open the gap in his lips and stretched in, randomly invaded for a while, and only let go when he made the person confused.

Wen Ci was pressed against the table behind him, making humming sounds. He was itchy and unbearable from Jiang Yufeng’s kiss, so he simply rode on him, circled his neck and responded.

The snow mountain has a beautiful environment and is a good place for many internet celebrities to take good pictures. Wen Ci and Mei Xinyuan came to the foot of the mountain and looked up.

They climbed to the middle of the mountain, took advantage of the terrain to look into the distance, the vast and boundless emptiness, the continuous mountains and clouds overlap, although it didn’t snow, but the distant scenery was still visible with beautiful flowers and trees, blue sea and green sky.

The temperature on the mountain is completely different from that on the ground. It was so cold that Wen Ci closed his eyes tightly. He put on the glasses prepared by Jiang Yufeng for himself and felt much more comfortable.

Mei Xinyuan was used to this kind of weather and didn’t need such complete equipment: “The temple is on the mountain, let’s continue to walk.”

“Okay.”

Wen Ci followed with a grunt, his physical strength was better than Mei Xinyuan, so he walked and stopped, all in order to wait for her. Later, when they were close to the top of the mountain, Mei Xinyuan couldn’t hold on. Wen Ci held her arm, and the two walked side by side, struggling to climb to the top of the mountain.

Mei Xinyuan hadn’t been here for a long time: “I must make a wish, I, I… I…”

“Sister Xin, take a breath and then say.” Wen Ci patted her back to let her slow down.

After Mei Xinyuan caught her breath: “I have to wish that the studio will explode this year, otherwise I will have to eat the northwest wind.”

“What a sincere wish.”

“If it really comes true, I have to fulfill the wish, it’s not simple, and I have to climb up step by step to show my sincerity.” Mei Xinyuan covered her chest, “I’m exhausted.”

Wen Ci looked at the plaque in the distance and pursed his lips, “Sister Xin, let’s continue to walk, is it okay.”

“Okay.”

After Wen Ci lined up and got the paper, he walked to the side and wrote his wish by hand. As soon as he finished writing, his mobile WeChat received two messages, which were from Jiang Yufeng.

[Jiang Yufeng: Have you climbed up? You can take the cable car.]

[Wen Ci: It’s okay, not very tired, Sister Xin is with me.]

[Jiang Yufeng: Do you have a wish that you must make?]

[Wen Ci: Of course, I wish to get rich and make progress in my studies.]

[Jiang Yufeng: “Dead fish eyes”]

[Jiang Yufeng: What did you wish for.]

[Wen Ci: I won’t tell you.]

Jiang Yufeng looked at the screen with a deep mind and then contacted Mei Xinyuan.

[Jiang Yufeng: Take a photo of Wen Ci’s talisman paper and send it to me.]

[Mei Xinyuan: How immoral this is, you are too uncivilized.]

[Jiang Yufeng: When have I ever been civilized, take a photo.]

[Mei Xinyuan: … “Middle finger”]

After a few minutes, Mei Xinyuan sent a blurry photo.

Jiang Yufeng wanted to know what Wen Ci most desired in his heart, probably including his family and himself.

Seeing the first two lines of words, it was indeed as Jiang Yufeng thought.

[Hope that mom, dad, aunt, and many friends are safe and healthy, happy.]

[Hope that Xiaoyu is healthy, has no worries in the future, makes a lot of money, and is happy.]

[The last one, hope that Xiaoyu always loves me forever.]

Zhao Shuran was peeling peanut kernels in the front yard and eating them. Seeing Jiang Yufeng walking out of the house in big strides, she asked: “Where are you going, will Xiao Bao come back so soon?”

“I’ll go find him.” Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes and put on his coat, with a calm expression, as if it was not a big deal.

Zhao Shuran thoughtfully asked him: “… Are you really going?”

Jiang Yufeng: “Just for a few minutes, it won’t be a problem.”

“… It takes at least fifteen minutes to take the cable car up the mountain. You just miss Xiao Bao, just say it directly.”

Zhao Shuran didn’t plan to stop him, because once Jiang Yufeng made up his mind, ten oxen couldn’t pull him back. She simply didn’t care and let Wen Ci take care of him. Mei Xinyuan was also up there. In any case, if something happened, someone would call 120 ^[1]for him.

Jiang Yufeng: “… Noisy.”

Zhao Shuran threw a few peanut shells in his direction.

There were too many people making wishes. Wen Ci lined up for a long time before it was his turn to hang his wish on the tree. He chose a good position and stared at that place, hoping that his wish would come true.

After Wen Ci was done, he turned around and walked out of the crowd, looking back every few steps, exhaling a puff of white fog, hoping that his wish would come true. So many people came, it should be very effective.

“Wen Ci.” Jiang Yufeng wore a thick mask, still covering his mouth, his eyes were red, and he coughed severely when he walked up.

Wen Ci stood in place, turned around and looked at his eyes in disbelief. Jiang Yufeng, with a bit of mischief, gentle eyes, the air passed through his chest, covered his breathing, made Jiang Yufeng cough incessantly, Wen Ci rushed up, his nose tip was sour, and his eyes were filled with tears.

“The last one…” Jiang Yufeng said and started coughing, covering his mouth and coughing non-stop.

Jiang Yufeng pursed his lips and tried to slow down the frequency of his breathing, but his chest still rose and fell violently. Because of the cough, his usually dim and lifeless eyes were a bit brighter. His voice was very deep, hoarse and gentle. It was hard to imagine that he came up here alone.

“I will always love you.”

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, his nose was red, and he collided with Jiang Yufeng’s chest, listening to his coughing sound.

Wen Ci was both moved and heartbroken: “Are you about to die?”

Jiang Yufeng: “…”

People were in a hurry. When they passed by, they all looked at them. Some kind-hearted people asked if they needed to call 120.

Jiang Yufeng coughed a few times, indicating that he was fine and didn’t plan to die here.

Apart from coughing severely, he didn’t have the feeling of not being able to breathe and suffocating as before.

Mei Xinyuan hid on the side, feeling very sympathetic and empathizing with the feeling of Yun Anhe following them as a third wheel. She couldn’t believe that Jiang Yufeng was so idol drama-like when he was in love.

She coughed lightly twice and walked up: “Why did you come, is your breathing okay?”

Jiang Yufeng frowned and coughed from time to time.

Wen Ci supported him: “Let’s go down the mountain, there’s nothing else here.”

Jiang Yufeng held Wen Ci’s clothes, asking him to stay: “You go and see, I’ll be fine in a while, cough, it’s okay.”

Mei Xinyuan observed carefully: “You seem not as… severe as those years.”

Jiang Yufeng looked at Wen Ci’s worried expression and didn’t want to spoil his interest: “You go and take a few photos first.”

Wen Ci: “Are you really okay?”

“Yeah.”

Mei Xinyuan suggested: “Since we’re here, why not make a wish together? After all, people who come up the mountain are for this.”

She thought Jiang Yufeng would refuse, but he really refused: “… Forget it.”

Wen Ci pulled his clothes: “Give it a try, since we’re here.”

Jiang Yufeng lowered his head and covered his mouth: “Cough… cough…”

Wen Ci immediately stopped pulling. He was fine just now, and he was scared: “Are you okay?”

Wen Ci was afraid that he would suddenly die…

“Ah, forget it, forget it, let’s go down the mountain. How did you suddenly run over? Auntie didn’t stop you. What if you died on the mountain? How could Wen Ci and I carry you!” Mei Xinyuan didn’t want to be watched as a lackey by the surrounding tourists and shouted to go down the mountain.

Jiang Yufeng: “…”

Wen Ci was also worried about his condition, so he gave up, but Jiang Yufeng coldly glanced at her, turned around and went to take the talisman paper to write.

After writing, Jiang Yufeng couldn’t bear the air here and went to the bathroom to wash his face and hands.

Wen Ci’s face was full of what Jiang Yufeng would write, not another shocking word, which would scare the gods in heaven.

It might not be him, or it might be a pursuit in his career, after all, Jiang Yufeng likes to make money.

What did Wen Ci write? It was about love, about himself. He forgot to write about getting rich and making a fortune. He was afraid that he would be greedy and the gods in heaven would think he was annoying, so he compressed his small wish into Xiaoyu loving him well.

As for making money, Wen Ci felt that he wouldn’t fall into a miserable situation… at worst, he would go home and farm.

What would Jiang Yufeng write? Wen Ci was very conflict. On the one hand, he hoped that Jiang Yufeng would write about himself and think more about himself. On the other hand, he thought it was related to himself. Or he could also be greedy like him and write several wishes…

Mei Xinyuan: “Jiang Yufeng, this guy doesn’t pay attention. You have to hang it on the tree after writing. Xiao Ci, you hang it.”

Wen Ci oh oh two voices, took over, and endured not to look.

Mei Xinyuan instigated on the side: “Jiang Yufeng has seen yours. If you don’t see his, you are too disadvantaged.”

Wen Ci pursed his lips: “… I’m a little scared.”

“What are you afraid of? At most it’s getting rich and making a fortune. Jiang Yufeng likes to do this.”

He didn’t love to pray or worship Buddha, and had no faith in these. Especially after his uncle passed away, his thoughts on these cultures were more diluted.

“Are you afraid that he won’t write about you?” Mei Xinyuan was actually not very sure, “Since that’s the case, then don’t look, hang it up.”

“It’s better to wait for him to hang it up.” Wen Ci hesitated, “It will be effective only if he hangs it up with his own hands.”

Although he said so, Wen Ci didn’t let go. He held the paper, carefully as if he was going to do something bad, and finally couldn’t help it: “Sister Xin, I’ll take a look.”

“Look.” Mei Xinyuan turned around, “I won’t look.”

Wen Ci opened the note, and it read –

[Hope that Wen Ci, my treasure, is safe and smooth, and all his wishes come true.]