On Chinese New Year's Eve, Duancheng is lit up with thousands of lights, bursts of firecrackers, and the excitement of celebrating and drinking together is everywhere.

He Ge stood at Ke's door a little depressed, wanting to knock on the door but didn't dare. I couldn't help but complain in my heart about the guy named Fuzhe, and it was because I read a letter he sent that he locked himself in the room for two whole days, without eating or drinking, even on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Ke's doors and windows were closed, and the lights were on in the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. He Ge had tried to knock on the door a few times, and the first time she had heard Ke's response, so she didn't have to pay attention to it. There was no movement when I knocked it again.

In the dining hall, a large table of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was already a little cold.

"Ke, are you there?" He Ge hesitated for a long time, but he was still relieved, but he decided to try again.

There was silence in the room, and no one answered.

He Ge slowly knocked twice, "Ke, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, I have prepared a lot of delicious food, including vinegared pork ribs, steamed sea bass, and salt-baked chicken." I heard that there is a temple fair in the city today, but it is lively. Even the Miaoyin class was invited, saying that it was going to be set up for three days in a row, let's go and take a look. Also," He Ge took out a pale yellow Juanpa from his arms and spread it out on his hand and raised it with a smile, and a small butterfly was embroidered on the corner of the hand. "I recently learned how to embroider, and although it's still mediocre, but..."

As soon as he said this, the door "clanged" open, and a heavy smell of wine came to his face. Ke was dressed in a plain white robe, messily worn on his body, his long black hair was scattered and draped, and he was carrying a wine jar in his hand, and the whole person was leaning obliquely against the door.

He Ge was dumbfounded and froze in place. This, is this Ke? Is this actually Ke?

Ke's eyes were drunk with a blur, and he raised his head slightly, his face as cold as frost. He stared at Hege and remained silent.

Under such a gaze, Hege's heart panicked for no reason. Although Ke is also cold on weekdays, he has never had such a cold gaze. In the eyes that used to be as clear as water, at this moment they are cloudy, surging with yin owls. In addition to coldness, there was also fierceness in this look.

He Ge retracted his hand in a little panic, but was grabbed by Ke halfway, and the painful He Ge let out an "oops".

Before she could come back to her senses, Ke pulled hard again, pulling her whole person closer to her, and Ke leaned in front of her. A pair of dark eyes stared at her.

He Ge's snow-white wrist was quickly pulled blood-red, and she tried to dodge this strange look, but she was firmly trapped by his other arm, and her face was forcibly broken towards him.

Ke stared at her, without any expression on his face, and the smell he exhaled was strong with the smell of wine. He Ge felt more and more uneasy.

After a moment of stalemate like this, Ke suddenly let go of Hege's hand and grabbed her chin hard, "Okay, good." The corners of Ke's mouth pulled up slightly, revealing an extremely cold smile, which made people's hearts furious.

He Ge looked at the person in front of him in shock, his jaw felt as if it was about to be crushed, and he couldn't speak at all.

Ke Yin smiled and pushed her away with a flick of his hand. He Ge stumbled, holding on to the pillars under the corridor before he could barely stand firm.

Ke muttered a muttered muttered in a low voice, stumbling back into the room, and with a "bang", his door closed tightly.

Fireworks come and go above the courtyard, reflecting the dark sky all around. He Ge rubbed his red wrist that was caught, and stood in the courtyard in a daze. The candles were still burning in Ke's room, and there was silence in the small courtyard of the library.

The piece of Juan Pa that was held by He Ge in his hand just now had fallen to the ground at some point, and was being blown into the corner by the cold wind at the moment. He Ge picked it up with a short body, and then looked up at Ke's room, the silhouette was still the same,

I don't know if it's pain or fright, but the tears actually fell down. He Ge only felt that the sourness in his heart couldn't stop popping up. She folded the juanpa carefully, and turned to go back to her room.

This Chinese New Year's Eve, there is only the sound of wind in the library.