The time of the city

Chapter 138 Spring Chapter 2

After eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, Ni Jiamu took Mo Yu to the riverside.

When I arrived at Moyu, I found that there were many couples here. They were waiting together for the clock to strike midnight at this important moment.

"Do you want to watch the fireworks?" Ni Jiamu gathered Mo Yu's scarf with a charming smile on his face.

"Want to see."

Just as he finished speaking, a lighter black area appeared in the darkness, which was obviously the boundary between the thick darkness and the darkness. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound in that place, and a bright red flame emerged from the darkness, rose up, and rose to the middle of the air, and suddenly dispersed.

The whole sky was filled with blooming fireworks. The couples beside me opened their eyes wide, and then hugged and kissed under the witness of the fireworks.

"Xiaoyu, all the fireworks in City A are set off for you."

Mo Yu responded and turned around to meet his gaze. His deep eyes were as clear as usual, looking at her gently.

"Thank you, brother. It's beautiful." Mo Yu said, then looked up at the sky. Her eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, and there was an intoxicating smile on the corners of her mouth, which made people fall in love with it.

Mo Yu looked at the fireworks, and Ni Jiamu looked at Mo Yu. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, forming a beautiful arc.

He remembered a line from the movie "Honey and Clover": "Fireworks disappear quickly, so we need to watch them with others. It's okay to forget the shape and color of the fireworks, but you will always remember the face of the person next to you."

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they cannot compare to the girl next to him. Her entire being has been engraved in Ni Jiamu's heart.

There are so many stars in the sky, and so many girls in the world, but there is only one moon in the sky, and only Mo Yu in the world is enough to make his heart beat.

Xiao Hecheng opened the window and looked at the fireworks blooming outside. He thought Mo Yu was also watching these dazzling fireworks somewhere at this moment.

The screen in his hand was still lit, showing the blessing message Mo Yu had sent him at noon. He smiled, picked up the painting at hand, and left the gallery.

Nan Feng glanced at his watch. It was only a little over an hour before midnight. He didn't care about anything else and stood up hastily. "Grandpa, I have something to do and will be back soon."

After leaving the house, he went straight to the car. At the dinner table, he used the excuse of having a cold to not drink a sip of wine. His purpose was to drive to see Mo Yu.

"Brother, it's almost midnight." Mo Yu stamped her feet excitedly.

Suddenly her cell phone rang. She saw that the caller was Nan Feng, so she walked to a quieter place and answered the call.

"Brother Nanfeng?"

"Xiaoyu, where are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a little hurried.

"I'm by the river. There are fireworks going off here. Can you see them? They're really nice."

"Xiaoyu, don't hang up, wait for me."

Mo Yu was puzzled, but she didn't hang up the phone and just stood there. After a while, a one-minute countdown sounded beside her, and Nan Feng's voice finally rang out again.

"Look back."

Nan Feng was standing about ten meters away from him. He was breathing heavily and twisting his neck. Fireworks fell into his eyes. He smiled very gently. But he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, which were even more affectionate at this moment.

"3 2 1" followed by the countdown of people around me.

"Happy New Year!" Nan Feng's gentle voice came from the phone.

Suddenly he put down the phone and said something to her. Mo Yu couldn't hear clearly and shook her head at him.

Nan Feng then picked up the phone and said, "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, I have something to do. I'll leave first." After saying that, he looked at her lovingly for several times, and then ran towards the crowd.

"Brother Nanfeng came here in a hurry just to say Happy New Year to me." Mo Yu was touched.

She suddenly remembered that Ni Jiamu was still there. She turned around and found that Ni Jiamu was looking at him from a distance, with a hint of hurt in his eyes.

She was about to go over, but Ni Jiamu walked towards her first, took her hand, and said lightly, "Let's go."

Mo Yu didn't hear what Nan Feng said, but he could clearly see his mouth shape. He said, "Xiao Yu, I love you."

Thinking of this, he squeezed Mo Yu's hand a little tighter. The moment he fell in love with her was like walking a tightrope while drunk. He wasn't afraid of falling, he was only afraid of sobering up.

After returning home, Mo Yu found that Ni Jiamu was not as happy as before. He went straight back to his room without saying a word to her.

"Brother, Happy New Year!" Mo Yu stood at Ni Jiamu's door and shouted inside, but there was no response for a long time.

After a long while, Ni Jiamu's voice, with a hint of coldness, finally rang out, "Xiaoyu, Happy New Year, and Goodnight."

Back in her room, Mo Yu couldn't fall asleep. She wanted to play with her phone for a while, but she saw a text message from Xiao Hecheng an hour ago: "Xiao Yu, I have something for you. I'll wait for you downstairs at your house."

She bit her lip. Xiao Hecheng didn't know she had returned to the old house yet. She asked tentatively, "Are you still there?"

The message came back quickly: "Still there."

After seeing the message, Mo Yu immediately got dressed, got out of bed, tiptoed downstairs, and walked out the door. Ni Jiamu heard the noise, opened the door, and followed Mo Yu.

Mo Yu took a taxi and headed straight to the apartment. When she arrived, it was snowing again. Xiao Hecheng was holding a painting covered in black cloth, the same one she had seen at the gallery the last time.

He was wearing thin clothes and was shivering from the cold.

"Hecheng." Mo Yu strode towards him.

The boy raised his head in response, a glint of joy in his eyes. "Xiaoyu."

"I didn't reply to your message, why don't you go back? It's so cold." She couldn't help but go forward and wipe the snowflakes off his body.

"I want to give this to you." Xiao Hecheng tore off the black cloth, and a painting appeared in front of Mo Yu. It was a moon, bright and dazzling.

"This is the moon on the day you were born. I want to give it to you. Happy New Year, Xiaoyu."

The moon does not appear all the time. I want to draw an eternal moon for you. It also represents that I, an insignificant star, have finally found my own moon in the endless darkness. You are my sun and my moon.

You light me up day and night. I give myself to you as the starry sky. You are the eternal moon in my heart.

Mo Yu took the painting, tears in her eyes, "Thank you Hecheng, I like it very much."

"Xiaoyu, it's so late, why don't you go home?" Ni Jiamu stood behind her with a very dark face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you..." Mo Yu was so scared that her hand holding the painting trembled.

Ni Jiamu narrowed his eyes, walked up to Xiao Hecheng with a gloomy expression and stopped in front of him. The two men confronted each other face to face, and the air was filled with tension.

"Xiao Hecheng, don't think you can scare Xiaoyu with these little gadgets. She is mine, and no one can touch her." His voice was terribly cold, and there was a thick frost between his brows that was so thick that it could not be melted.

"Mr. Ni, as an older brother, you seem to have spoiled me too much." Xiao Hecheng, who was always gentle, also showed a look of anger on his face.

Mo Yu was afraid that the two would fight, so she quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ni Jiamu's arm, "Brother, it's late, let's go home."

"You know it's late, isn't it too late to see Xiao Hecheng? It's not like you don't know that he likes Song Fei."

"When did I ever say I like Song Fei? Please don't spread rumors, Mr. Ni."

Hearing Xiao Hecheng's words, Mo Yu looked up at him twice, but apart from determination and a hint of anger, there was no other emotion.

Mo Yu couldn't figure out who was lying to her between Xiao Hecheng and Song Fei, but Xiao Hecheng didn't seem to be lying.

"Why don't you leave?" Ni Jiamu's words brought her back to her senses. She said "oh" and followed Ni Jiamu.

"Whether you like it or not is none of my business, but if you provoke Mo Yu, I will make you get out of City A." Ni Jiamu did not forget to warn Xiao Hecheng.

After walking for a while, Ni Jiamu stopped and looked back at Mo Yu, from her eyes to her pink lips, and suddenly he wanted to kiss her.

Feeling Ni Jiamu's burning gaze, Mo Yu pushed his arm and asked, "Brother, aren't you leaving?"

Ni Jiamu sighed, a hint of helplessness flashed across his dark eyes. He reached out his hand to the back of Mo Yu's neck, gently hugged her, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"If it happens again, I won't let you off so easily."