After returning home, Jiang Zhihan was busy with company affairs for more than ten days. When the matter was almost done, New Year's Eve had arrived.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Zhihan arranged it early to spend the New Year with his parents alone, and on the first day of the New Year is the day to reunite with his mother's relatives.

Since last year, the new custom of the Jiang family is that the New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve was handled by Jiang Zhihan, and his parents sat on the sand and pounded melon seeds and watched TV. It was rare to have such a chance to perform in a year. Jiang Zhihan is certainly willing to show his filial piety. However, he cheated privately and wrote a menu for Chen Zhenzhong, asking him to arrange for a special person to purchase and do early treatment. Chen Zhenzhong seemed to be a good person. Looking at the menu, he cleaned all the ingredients, put the seasonings on the plate, cut the meat into shreds of meat, and washed the fish with scales, and sent it to Jiang Zhihan's house. Jiang Zhihan was happy when he saw it. He just put the pot and walked around, and everything would be fine.

Before the New Year’s Eve dinner, the second one was Li Rongrong’s old ceremony to commemorate the old man. Jiang Zhihan watched from the side and suddenly felt that time passed and many things changed in a blink of an eye. There was such a custom that would not change in adulthood, which seemed to be a good thing.

In the past six months, Li Rongrong has been in relatively less time at the bookstore. The chain stores are getting bigger and bigger, and she also realizes that she is not very useful when going to a branch every day, so she usually goes home to cook on time at 5 pm. Then she watches the city social news at 7:30 and the prime TV series at 8:00.

After half a year of rest, Li Rongrong gained a little weight and her face looked better. Since Jiang Zhihan was admitted to a key university, Jiang Yongwen had nothing to complain about her son, but Jiang Zhihan always felt that he had such a barrier and his relationship was not as close as before. At the current scale of the company, the money his father earned every month was negligible in Jiang Zhihan's eyes. He wanted to persuade Xiu to go home and rest. Or find something to do and not go to work so far away from home, but he was worried that it would hurt his self-esteem, but he didn't say it.

After dinner, Jiang Yongwen was still washing dishes as usual. After packing everything, the family of three sat down, Jiang Zhihan picked up interesting things from college. The classmates in the class, the roommate in the dormitory chatted with his parents. He mentioned whether he should buy a new house for his family. Li Rongrong refused and said that the house is very good now. The key is that the neighbors and neighbors living around know each other and can take care of each other. The house can be said to be slow down again and again.

Over the past year, Jiang Zhihan gradually realized that his parents had a very stubborn part of their personality, and he also passed on that stubbornness. So he did not argue with his mother and put this topic aside for the time being.

As soon as eight o'clock arrives, the Spring Festival Gala begins.

Both parents are loyal viewers of this show, but when Jiang Zhihan saw the big red and green singing and dancing of hundreds of people at the opening, he felt dizzy. So he sued, went to his room, picked up the phone, and made a round of New Year greetings, from elders who had good personal relationships to teachers, good friends from junior high school, high school and university. Although each of them only talked for two or three minutes, it took a full hour to finish the phone call.

Jiang Zhihan looked at the book in front of him. He had basically made all the calls he should have made. Even Che Wenyun, who was far away in the United States, left messages on her message machine. In addition to the three numbers on the second page, there were three people who were once extremely important to him.

Mr. Yang's telephone number in Siheyuan could not be dialed at all. Jiang Zhihan thought that after he went back to live, he canceled the telephone service. He never liked the telephone.

Wu Siyi's phone number was asked by Jiang Zhihan for Luo Yuejuan, but she still didn't answer after calling it several times. Over the past six months, Jiang Zhihan has written letters to Wu Siyi intermittently, talking about the things happening around her, and sometimes writing about her own feelings. Wu Siyi occasionally replied a letter that was neither long nor short, and discussed some of his thoughts with Jiang Zhihan. As for herself, she rarely mentioned it. Wu Siyi said that the work in the bank is quite boring and there is not much entertainment after get off work, so there is not much to write.

The last number is from Ni Shang's family. After returning, there was a party in the high school class, but Jiang Zhihan came back one step late and didn't catch up, so he had never seen her. Perhaps because he brought Wu Yin back, the other people who met him several times never mentioned the name Ni Shang. Even Lin Mo, who liked to call Ni Shang's sister the most, never mentioned her name since the airport.

After receiving Ni Shang's first letter and photo at the beginning of school, Jiang Zhihan replied to a letter. I wonder if Ni Shang felt the faint smell of alienation in that letter, but the second letter was only sent a long time later, but it was much shorter. In one semester, the two of them wrote back and forth three or two times.

Jiang Zhihan sighed at her number, thought for a while, but dialed the number on his mobile phone. When Ni Jianguo's voice came, Jiang Zhihan smiled bitterly and pinched off the phone. After thinking about it, he finally dialed another mobile phone number, but the sound coming was that the user had turned off.

Jiang Zhihan closed the phone book, and for some reason the sentence appeared in his mind: No matter how good the past is, it will eventually pass. Don’t always regret it after losing the present.

He pushed open the door and said to his parents on the sand: "I'll go out and I'll come back before twelve o'clock to set off firecrackers together."

Wu Yin stared at the pile of fireworks in front of her, and a smile appeared on her face.

It was not a particularly good taste to have a Chinese festival alone in a small house in a foreign land. But when Wu Yin thought of the guy buying himself a bunch of fireworks and firecrackers, he said that he might be banned next year, he found it a little ridiculous.

I have been with Jiang Zhihan for a month, well, I have even received my salary once.

When it comes to being familiar, the two seemed to be very familiar. Jiang Zhihan introduced her to all his friends, took her home, and allowed her to enter her own business world, as if she had no reservations about her at all.

However, Jiang Zhihan almost never took the initiative to ask about Wu Yin’s family. Why was she in a hurry to make money? He didn’t ask. Wu Yin didn’t say anything.

Sometimes, Wu Yin felt very close to him, with a broad shoulder to lean on, and a person who seemed to be able to rely on. Zhang Yuan looked very disgusting now, he looked very warm and considerate, careful, and caring. But more often, Wu Yin felt that he was far away. Apart from occasionally half-jokingly saying that he was very quiet. Jiang Zhihan never talked about anything troubles to her. It was difficult for her to figure out what he was thinking. Whether he was worried or not.

So, when he walked through the campus boulevard with her hand, or carefully picked out clothes for her in the mall, Wu Yin could feel fulfilled and happy, but rarely felt at ease.

She didn't know how to describe that feeling. It seemed that when she closed her eyes and opened them, he might disappear into life without leaving any traces.

The woman didn't know when that moment would come. What's worse than this was that she was increasingly reluctant to see that moment coming.

The TV was on, and there was a noisy little piece inside. The person in front of the TV was thinking about his own thoughts at a pile of fireworks and firecrackers until the heavy knocks woke her up.

Wu Yin walked to the door and asked in fear: "Who is it?"

A middle-aged man replied to her in a voice: "I am your neighbor Lao Wang. There are letters and packages to collect for you here."

Wu Yin hesitated for a moment. She wanted to say that I didn't live here at first, but she thought it was a bit strange.

She carefully opened the door a crack and handed a letter in outside. She took the letter and opened the door a little wider. Jiang Zhihan jumped in with a quick glance, which almost screamed.

Wu Yin was very happy and hit him hard with her fist, saying, "It's so scary."

Jiang Zhihan laughed twice and said, "The police are not chronic enough, how can you just open the door if you want to give it to someone?"

Wu Yin said angrily: "You Feng pretended to be a neighbor, Lao Wang, and even pretended to be very old.

Jiang Zhihan said: "Ah? No, you haven't even heard of the story of Lao Wang next door?" "Wu Yin gave him a look. "It must not be a good story."

Jiang Zhihan said to her with great interest: "As soon as a child was born, a fortune teller said, be careful. He was born to defeat three people in the family. As soon as the child was born, he spoke and called grandpa. The next day, grandpa died of illness. He called his cousin again, and saw that his cousin had an accident the next day and died. Now, everyone in the family was panicked and knew that the fortune teller was right. His father said this was a monster and wanted to throw him into the wasteland. When he met him, he was called father. My father's eyes turned dark and he thought to himself, it was my turn this time. He went back to sleep in the bed, waiting for the King of Hell to come to seek his life. When he woke up, he found that he was still alive. He couldn't believe it. After getting out of bed, he heard a crying next door. When he went out to inquire, he said, "I don't know why, the old king next door disappeared early in the morning."

After hearing this, Wu Yin said, "Hate! What a bad joke! And, it's the New Year, what's the matter, what's the matter of death or death?" He stretched out his fist to hit him.

Jiang Zhihan grabbed her little fist, held her into her arms, and whispered in his ear: "Actually, I'm going to make a special trip to celebrate the New Year."

Wu Yin leaned her face in Jiang Zhihan's arms. 1 It felt different from before. The boy hugged her very tightly. She stretched out her hands and wrapped her waist around her, and she started crying silently for no reason.

I don’t know how long I had cried. Wu Yin wiped her tears with Jiang Zhihan’s clothes, raised her head and said, “Happy New Year.”

Jiang Zhihan smiled at her gently and said, "Go and set off fireworks, what do you like the most?"

Wu Yin said: "Ground mouse."

Jiang Zhihan laughed and said, "It's just what I want."

In the open space in front of the door, Jiang Zhihan quickly took ground rats from Wu Yin, lit them, and threw them on the open space in front. In a while, twenty ground rats were lit, and they rotated together on the ones, showing yellow and red flames.

Jiang Zhihan looked at the ground rats that were crowded with spinning and often met together, and smiled and said, "It's fun, I should buy a hundred next time. Let them rotate together."

Under the reflection of the fire of the ground rat, Wu Yin leaned her head on his arm and looked at the side of his illuminated face. At that moment, she could truly feel the smell of the New Year.

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