As New Year's Day approached, the streets suddenly became lively.

The red lanterns of "Happy New Year's Day" were also hung at the doors of various businesses and communities.

Li Muqi's house in Huamu has finally been decorated hard and soft, the furniture is in place, and the turbidity is also dispersed, and he is ready to live in.

A few days ago, Li Muqi moved almost all his things.

Yang Xinyue also packed some of her things according to him, but her things haven't been moved over yet.

She had been hesitating to move things over.

I still don't feel safe.

On the surface, the wind is calm, but the heart is still uneasy.

Looking at the tall building from the ground, but the foundation underneath is not strong, she is always worried that it will collapse one day.

She always felt that Cui Yuanyuan couldn't be so calm, and she threw out a test sheet and it was over, that was not her character.

I don't know when there will be a big storm.

This feeling of the unknown is really terrible.

But she couldn't show it on her face.

During this time, Li Muqi was a little cautious in front of her, and even deliberately flattered.

She didn't think he was to blame for it.

He did what he could already do.

She could feel the pressure on him.

There are work, and more from life.

She can't be too demanding.

Yang Xinyue looked at the luggage she had packed, and under the pretext that she hadn't lived in the past yet, she might still use it, and didn't let Li Muqi move her things over.

She has lived alone for so many years, with a full set of household items, and she can't just leave with her bag.

In addition to clothing and personal belongings, other items such as kitchen items are not suitable for bringing to your new home.

Yang Xinyue has thought about whether to quit the rent, or rent another rough room to use it as a warehouse and put her things there, or to keep the current room.

Throwing away things that she didn't move over, she hadn't thought about it yet.

I have used it for many years, and I can't give it up for a while.

She is a little nostalgic for the old in her bones, DVD, CD era records, DVDs, DVDs, including used old mobile phones, BB machines are still there, as well as photo albums and albums from her childhood, there are a lot of them.

She carried it from her hometown to Haishi alone, and it was impossible to throw it away.

Brought to Li Muqi's house, she felt that it was a little inappropriate now.

I can't say anything about the uneasiness in my heart.

These things are not necessarily found in the thrift market to others, but they are too precious to her.

It's impossible to get them thrown out.

At noon that day, Li Muqi received Yang Xinyue to have a working meal together.

The two found a Cantonese restaurant in Lu Jiazui's building.

Fortunately, I went early and didn't wait in line for too long.

Yang Xinyue is not very pursuing in eating, just clean and hygienic.

She wasn't happy to wait in line for a long time just for a bite to eat.

With Li Muqi's kind of perseverance, she admires the persistence of blocking on the elevated shelf for an hour or two, queuing for an hour or two, crossing most of the market, just for a bite to eat.

Tea washing has been open in the sea market for a few years, and she has never drunk it once.

Every time she passed by the store, the queue that meandered dozens of meters long, she was afraid.

There is a shop in People's Square, the door is quite humane, and there are several rows of stools for the people in line, and every time it is a person's turn, they move forward and move forward to a position.

She looked dizzy.

If there are two stores, one with no one queuing and the other with a long queue, Yang Xinyue is willing to crash into the store where no one is queuing, she doesn't want to waste time.

And Li Muqi is just the opposite, the store where no one queues up can't get his favor. He thinks that only the shops in line are popular, which means that the food is delicious.

He felt the wait was worth it.

Then you will find that in the sea market, there is a strange phenomenon, two adjacent shops, one with a long queue, and the other with a lot of doors. And the queue will get longer and longer.

Sometimes she feels like she's living a rough life.

There is a male colleague in her company, who heard that it takes at least an hour and a half to get up every day to put on makeup and pick out clothes, and she thinks that she doesn't live like a woman.

The lunch break at noon is not long, only an hour to an hour and a half, Yang Xinyue usually deals with it casually at lunch, and would rather free up the meal time to rest for a while.

And Li Muqi has greater flexibility in work.

He is the boss, and the assistant will sort out his day's work with him in the morning, and if there is a big and important event, the assistant will also remind him the day before.

And if he has spare time to go out, generally speaking, the time can be self-regulated.

Therefore, at noon, Li Muqi cooperated with Yang Xinyue.

Fortunately, although Li Muqi is more particular about eating, he is not too picky person, and he can eat very happily after eating dine-in.

I also like to set aside some time to accompany Yang Xinyue for a walk after dinner, to eliminate food and talk.

After dinner that day, the two walked into the Lujiazui green space.

Li Muqi hugged Yang Xinyue, and his hand was on her waist unconsciously.

"Wife, New Year's Day is auspicious, it is appropriate to enter the house, everything is appropriate, is it okay for us to move on New Year's Day?"

Li Muqi tilted her head sideways, helped Yang Xinyue tuck her collar, and grabbed her hand and rubbed it in his palm.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Yang Xinyue's fingers were frozen for a while.

Yang Xinyue looked down at Li Muqi rubbing his hands, raised his head and smiled: "You still read the yellow calendar? ”

Li Muqi nodded matter-of-factly: "No, such a big event, of course, you have to look at the yellow calendar." It's good luck. Now you can't put a cannon anymore, and in the past, you could still put a long list of artillery battles to be lively. ”

Yang Xinyue smiled: "If you want to be in us, you have to pick a time to enter the house, sometimes the time is in the middle of the night, the family has to wait, put incense on the table and put offerings, and then carry the red rice, noodles, vegetables and vegetables into the house." ”

Li Muqi was a little surprised: "Ah, are you too? Our hometown also has such a custom, placing incense on the table and putting offerings, and hanging red paper. ”

Yang Xinyue smiled: "Yes, my mother's family will send a pair of rice cylinders." Then treat yourself to dinner. ”

Li Muqi also smiled: "We don't have a rice bowl." Why don't you call your parents and ask them to mail a couple over? I'll keep them as antiques. ”

Yang Xinyue smiled and pushed him: "It's so beautiful! No one can send rice bowls now, they all send a pair of red buckets or aluminum rice buckets, and the outside is surrounded by red paper." It's also an auspicious object, you see who has a rice bucket at home now. We don't cook every day, and we can eat a five-kilogram bag of rice for two or three months. ”

Li Muqi also laughed: "I still remember that when the Jiaxing family entered the house, it was lively, I ate dozens of tables just for dinner, and the things sent by relatives were also varied, although it was not necessarily good, but it was festive." Now that the living conditions are better, I miss the days when I was a child. ”

"You miss the old days, right?"

Li Muqi nodded: "Well, festive, lively." ”

turned around and hugged Yang Xinyue, put her hand in her coat, and pressed her face: "With you, the family is no longer alone, and it is lively." ”

Yang Xinyue was silent and nodded: "Well, I'm the same, I'm no longer alone, it's lively." ”