There are 13 minutes left in the New Year's countdown on your phone.

Qin Jian sent Happy New Year to the fat man, Meng Xuan, Song Jie and others in advance, and finally sent one to Ye Yi.

Then I received replies from everyone one after another, except for Song Jie.

Blossom Lane should be very lively at this time, Qin Jian still felt a little guilty about refusing Song Jie's invitation to participate in the New Year's Eve event in Blossom Alley some time ago, and he didn't show up after the concert.

I'll talk about it when I'm back after the game.

"It seems like there's a lot going on when you come back from the game. ”

Preparing for art exams, preparing for training classes, drafting Chris's beginner's guide to piano, going to Flower Lane to get paid...

'You have a new message'

Qin key clicked on

Ye Yi: I'm sorry Brother Key, I didn't pay attention to my phone just now

This was followed by a voice message.

"Huh?"

Ye Yi's voice message? It is estimated that it is Ye Taotao.

'Hello uncle...'

The mobile phone instantly broke the quiet living room, and Qin Jian quickly turned off the voice and pressed the phone in his arms.

Really.

After a while, the room was quiet again, and Qin Jian also whispered a blessing voice to the past, and the child's emotions still had to be taken care of.

Let it go: by the way, great writer, have you started to create?

Let it go: I'm still waiting to see your masterpiece

Two days ago, I also discussed the subject matter with Ye Yi, I don't know how the other party has prepared in the past two days.

As soon as Qin Jian clicked send, the other party's reply message arrived.

Ye Yi: I started writing the outline, and I think it's quite interesting

Ye Yi: Brother Jian, you're joking

Let it go: Can I apply for a role? haha

Ye Yi: No, no, no!

......

The two of you talked for a while.

Seeing that the time had come to 23:58, Qin Jian's heart inadvertently moved, and he clicked on the video.

A few short seconds passed.

Video on.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Ye Yizheng had a curious expression on his face.

Ye Yi: What's wrong, Brother Key.

Qin Jian leaned on the sofa with his mobile phone in one hand, looking at Ye Yi's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little cute.

Let it go: it's okay, how are you on the couch?

Ye Yi: Taotao went to sleep, and I read here

The camera flickered, and then a book appeared, or the "Best Seller Production".

Let it go: come on, come on

Ye Yi: Brother Jian, where are you, why don't you speak?

Qin Jian hesitated slightly.

Let it go: I'm at home and my parents are already asleep

Suddenly, there was the sound of a cannon boom outside, followed by the sound of a string of firecrackers.

Ye Yi: I wish Brother Jian a happy New Year, good health and a smooth new year

Looking at the little face with a faint smile on the screen.

Let it go: Happy New Year, Ye Yi, I wish Grandpa Ye a speedy recovery, and I wish Taotao a happy day

Ye Yi: Thank you, Brother Jian

Let it go: Wait a minute, Ye Yi, I've always been curious about a question, how old are you?

Ye Yi: Nineteen, what about you, Brother Key

Let it go: I should barely be eighteen

Qin Jian looked at the date on his phone, it was indeed 2014.

...

...

There aren't actually many communication barriers between men and women.

A word from you, a word from me, a word from a word, a long time has passed.

This was the first time Qin Jian had chatted with Ye Yi in his impression, a real chat.

Let it go: it's three o'clock, aren't you sleepy?

Ye Yi: Get ready to sleep, Brother Jian, go to sleep too, I hope you have all the best in the game, waiting for your good news!

Let it go: thank you, you too, waiting for you to send the book!

Thirty seconds, or three minutes.

Let it go: Ye Yi good night

Ye Yi: Good night Brother Key

.....

The hot mobile phone was thrown aside, Qin Jian was not sleepy for a while, looking at the empty ceiling, his thoughts didn't know where he flew...

1041。

Ye Yi put down the phone and picked up the notebook on his lap again.

Turn a new page, ponder for a moment, and write down gently.

'Chapter 1: In the Alley of Flowers, the Boy and the Piano'

......

Early in the morning of the first day of the new year, Qin Jian sat at the dinner table with two dark circles under his eyes, snorting from time to time.

The whole family is eating hot fried dough sticks and tofu brain, and no one seems to care about the teenagers who stay up late.

"Quietly, let's go to the street in a while, you see what else you need, you two don't know how long you will stay this time, prepare more things." ”

Fang Xuehua said, and Qin Gang also echoed: "That's it, go around the street, your aunt shouts all day long that no one accompanies her to turn the street, you are back here, accompany her to go around." ”

"You have to go too!" Fang Xuehua waited for her husband.

Qin Gang's mouth pursed, and his eyes moved to Qin Jian's face.

Qin Jian spread his hands, looked like he was in a trafreude, picked up the fritters and swallowed half of them in one bite.

"Mom, I'm going to eat meat today!"

Since you go to the streets, you can't run in vain.

......

Although Qin Jian doesn't like to change streets, especially on days like this, the streets are full of people.

But a group trip for a family of four is indeed a pleasant thing.

For a wanderer like him, who has not returned home for a long time, there are not several such opportunities a year.

Besides, outdoor relaxation is also a good medicine to regulate emotions, and Qin Jian needs such a good medicine now, especially before the arrival of this approaching competition.

"Dad, who did you and my mom chase back then?"

At the fence on the third floor of the mall, the father and son leaned back.

"Your mother..."

It's a relaxing topic.

......

Women may have an innate talent for shopping, from the street to the alley, every store that can be called by name or not, can be found by their sensitive discovery.

The father and son followed the two women, chatting all the way from ten to twenty to half-past.

After a casual afternoon of lunch along the famous snack street in Yangcheng, the journey continued.

In order to protect Qin Jian's hands, during the period, large and small handbags naturally fell into Qin Gang's hands.

Qin Jian's entire afternoon was spent in stop-and-go leisure, occasionally taking out his mobile phone to look.

During this period, it is worth mentioning that on the public piano in the lobby of a shopping mall, Qin Jian completed an urgent version of the sonata in F minor

The harvest is not bad, 200+ worship points.

If you change the track to the wedding of your dreams, will it become 400+?

In the end, Qin Jian ate the meat as he wished.

After a hearty dinner, at night, a family of four embarked on the way home.

After returning home, Fang Xuehua and He Jing were busy sorting out the loot and packing their luggage.

On the sofa, the father and son sat side by side, enjoying the pleasure of freeing their legs.

After telling Qin Jian about the precautions for going out again, Qin Gang took out a bank card from the inner pocket of his clothes and put it on the coffee table, "The password is your birthday, put it up, don't let your sister spend money outside." ”

Qin Jian looked at the bank card, touched his nose, and looked a little embarrassed, "Thank you, Dad." ”

"Okay, I've said everything I should have said, go take a shower, don't stay up late tonight. ”

"Yes!"

Talking and laughing, a day belonging to a family of four ended quietly.

......

Extinguishing the light in the living room, Qin Jian rushed back to the sofa.

I emptied everything in my mind and closed my eyes quietly.

After a while, he slowly fell asleep.

In the dark living room, only the hands of the clock on the wall were ticking.

Turning around midnight, the dawn wind rose.