As the minutes and seconds passed, the closing song of the party had already sounded.

Jiang Futing was suddenly attracted by the extraordinarily brilliant singing, he listened to the warm melody like a stream, and slowly walked to the corner in front of the curtain to take a look.

The girl who sang was wearing a white lace dress, looking like an angel in the Pure Land, unstained by the world.

Her singing voice was loud and ethereal, as if it wanted to penetrate the earth and nourish the souls of all present.

The stage was pitch black, only a gentle white light sprinkled on her body, which looked holy and beautiful, and everyone was fascinated by the last song.

The last theatrical evening in Jiang Futing's junior high school career ended perfectly in this wonderful elf-like singing.

The melodious and graceful tune has been surrounding the studio, and it has been reluctant to disperse for a long time, and by the time Jiang Futing has been busy in the behind-the-scenes venue, it has been half past ten after conducting the scene.

The rest of the student council staff said goodbye one by one with excitement and excitement.

"See you next year, classmates!"

"Happy New Year in advance!"

"I'll see you next year, President!"

"See you next year, Senior Jiang!"

"Let's go! I told my parents that I would go home later today, and we would hurry up to New Year's Eve, otherwise there would be too many people waiting for the meeting, and the tower clock would not be able to squeeze in! ”

"Wait for me! I'll pack up my snacks! ”

Jiang Futing looked at the crowd that was still bustling in the studio just now, and it didn't take ten minutes for the birds and beasts to disperse, and all the lights in the audience had already been turned off, leaving only pitch black.

He stood there quietly for a while, and the sound of his breathing alone in the huge space suddenly swelled up with a strange feeling of loneliness and reluctance.

After closing the door leading to the front of the stage and locking it, Bai Tang was the only one left in the office area behind the scenes.

The coat Bai Tang is wearing today is a very bright beige, which looks like he has deliberately dressed up to show himself for tonight's New Year's Eve.

The hair tied up on the back of his head seemed to be a little longer, and Jiang Futing remembered that when he saw him a month ago, it was only the length of his shoulders, but now that he was scattered, it seemed that he could reach his collarbone.

The person in front of him was lying on the stool with one foot without an image at the moment, his hands on his head, and he was dozing groggyly.

It was obviously to wake him up, but Jiang Futing's steps were indeed very light subconsciously.

The other party's mobile phone is still on the table without the screen, and the content on it still shows: The most interesting place in City A, the most suitable place for New Year's Eve, and the search interface has already displayed more than 20 pages.

Jiang Futing couldn't help frowning, he had been picking for so long, why hadn't he picked it yet?

He shook Bai Tang's shoulder, and the other party was confused.

It seemed that he was quite resentful of being suddenly woken up by Jiang Futing, Bai Tang's hazy peach blossom eyes glared at him half-squinted, and then slowly closed them again.

He looked at Bai Tang a little helplessly, and continued to shake it, "Wake up, it's over." ”

The eyes were half-open again, and the tails of the eyes were covered with a layer of misty water vapor because of drowsiness, and their reactions were half a beat slower, and they repeated the question softly

"What? ”

"It's half past ten." Jiang Futing glanced at the mobile phone on the table that was still lit up and said.

Bai Tang's drowsiness suddenly woke up more than half of the time, and he hurriedly glanced at the time on his mobile phone and called: "Why is it so late!" ”

"It's late when you're done." Jiang Futing explained briefly and handed him a wet towel for him to wipe his face. "Let's go."

Bai Tang took it and found that it was a wet wipe, his eyes rolled and he teased: "How can you carry this kind of paper with you." ”

Jiang Futing frowned, and when he saw the situation, he wanted to directly snatch back the paper in his hand: "Do you like to use it." ”

Bai Tang deftly dodged it, the wet towel was already applied to his face, and his mouth was chattering: "No need for nothing!" ”

Jiang Futing led the way for Bai Tang, and the two walked quietly on the road, leaving the school gate to first be a residential area, which was quiet and a little abnormal, and the dim street lights kept hitting the two people alternately, stretching the shadows of the two people very long, and occasionally merging together at unique nodes. It is estimated that the crowds are crowded into commercial centers and famous tourist attractions.

At this point in time, there is no way to take a taxi, not to mention that the place they went to was originally a very famous New Year's Eve place every year, Civic Square, in the middle of the square a few years ago to build the largest tower clock in China, the shape is a bit of a reference to the flavor of London's Big Ben, but after innovation, mixed with unique Chinese beauty.

In previous years, when Jiang Futing watched the news at home, he would broadcast it to this place, even if it was two streets away from the Civic Square, the car could not drive in.

Luckily, the school wasn't too far from there, and the two of them walked slowly for about twenty minutes before walking to the neighborhood.

It was only a little after eleven o'clock, and Jiang Futing was shocked by the crowd of people surrounding him, feeling that it was one thing to watch it in the news, and it was another thing to experience it firsthand.

The front is full of black heads, not to mention the scenery, even the walls are blocked by people.

A large sea of people!

When he wanted to take a few steps further, it was exaggerated to the point that there was not even a gap.

But they are still a street away from the center of the civic square, and if they only look up at the clock here, they can only see the outline of the building clearly, not to mention ......

Jiang Futing's eyes glanced at the people around him lightly, the whole person was still a little shorter than himself, and there would be more people at that time, and he didn't know if he could see the bell when he looked up in the crowd, and if he didn't follow closer, he could be scattered by the crowd if he squeezed it casually.

Many of them were couples, holding hands close to each other.

Bai Tang lowered his head slightly, sensed the meaning in his eyes, and pulled down his sleeve.

When Jiang Futing turned around, a wisp of black silk was floating out of Bai Tang's fingertip and wrapped around his middle finger, and the other end was wrapped around the other party's middle finger in the same way, and then Bai Tang pinched a trick, and the black thread holding them lit up for a moment and then dimmed.

But Jiang Futing clearly felt that the original void line seemed to be condensed, and when Bai Tang gently tugged, he could clearly feel the other party's direction.

"What is this?" He tugged suspiciously, pulling the other party's hand twice.

"It's just a ghost line, it's not a big deal, it's like a rope that binds a ghost." Bai Tang said as a matter of course.

Jiang Futing caught a very strange word, and looked at him with sharp eyes: "Yincha?"

Isn't he a ghost hunter?

Bai Tang's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he smiled wryly: "I'm afraid you can't understand, it's just an analogy."

Jiang Futing looked at him suspiciously, regained his indifferent face, and was not interested in delving into it.

Just as he was thinking about the crowd of black oppression, how to find a way to break through this group of people and walk to the middle, his hand was suddenly held by another cold hand, and he was about to turn his head to ask, but his vision suddenly became dark, and his eyes were also covered by that cold hand.

Confused, Jiang Futing only heard the clear and warm voice in his ear and said idly, "Wait, it's just a blink of an eye, I'll let go and you open your eyes again." ”

Jiang Futing didn't ask much, instinctively trusted Bai Tang in his heart, listened to his words, and closed his eyes.

In the surging crowd, no one noticed that two people around them suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the hand covering his eyelids had been released, but there seemed to be residual warmth around his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the scene in front of him had completely changed.

He looked at the tower clock in the middle of the square, which was still a few hundred meters away, and at this moment it was close in front of his eyes, and even if he was calm, he couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.

When he looked at Bai Tang, the other party was looking at him with a smug face, and the question that had just reached his lips was swallowed back by him again.

From time to time, a drone from a TV station would fly overhead, and it would stay in their face for a moment several times.

The noise of the surrounding crowd intensified, and Bai Tang's voice of talking to him several times was drowned in the sea of people, so that the corners of Jiang Futing's clothes were dragged several times.

As the footsteps of midnight stepped on the time, the temperature in the air became colder and colder.

The clock is at 11:55 p.m., and the weather forecast calls for a minimum temperature close to minus 10 degrees tonight.

No wonder he was frozen like this, Jiang Futing's body couldn't help but shiver.

The little couple on the side has long been hugging each other tightly, and the brothers and sisters and friends they know are all reporting to each other to keep warm.

Jiang Futing resisted the cold through perseverance and faith.

Bai Tang seemed to sense his coldness, and the hand he had been holding squeezed hard.

Jiang Futing realized that his hand was still being held by him.

But the people on the side didn't know if they had forgotten, and they didn't mean to let go, he watched Bai Tang take off his scarf with his other hand, stood on tiptoe and hung it around his neck casually, and said: "It was originally for decoration, anyway, I'm not afraid of the cold, borrow it from you, just remember to return it to me."

"Yes." Jiang Futing responded sullenly, only feeling that the effect of this scarf was particularly good, and his body suddenly warmed up, and the breath that was now around his neck was all Bai Tang's, and the people on the side were special after hanging it

Yi admired his masterpiece.

The surrounding is crooked, but fortunately, Jiang Futing's appearance is very handsome, and his posture is straight, it is estimated that it is a rag hanging on his body to set off a different taste.

He nodded appreciatively, "It's quite suitable, just give it to you, just use it as a New Year's Eve gift, lest you call me stingy." ”

Jiang Futing looked at his changed face with some surprise, the tips of his ears burned again, fortunately hidden in the scarf, and he said softly: "Thank you."

At this time, the second hand on the tower clock has turned 12 again, and the minute hand has moved to the 59 division.

The noise that had been noisy on the side suddenly fell silent, and everyone began to stare at the second hand on the tower clock at this moment.

It wasn't until the longest thin needle crossed the bottom 6 that the crowd began to count down with a sparse voice.

“30，29，28！”

Jiang Futing grabbed his hand and couldn't help but exert a little harder.

His mood followed the slowly tense and anticipatory of the surging crowd around him, and the sound of the countdown in the crowd became louder and more neat.

Those numbers, which are usually too familiar to be familiar anymore, have a special meaning in his ears at this moment.

(End of chapter)