In the blink of an eye, the year has come to an end.

Before the end of the year, Jiang Fang's home visit ended.

This year's Tibetan New Year is two days earlier than their Spring Festival.

On the day before the Tibetan New Year, Grandma Renyang's son came to pick her up and take her to the town for the New Year.

Grandma Renyang invited Jiang Fang to go with her, but Jiang Fang politely declined.

Compared to spending the New Year with a group of people she doesn't know, she is more used to being alone.

This is Jiang Fang's first year away alone, and even if she doesn't get along well with her mother in previous years, she will still go home during the New Year.

On the twenty-ninth of the lunar month, Jiang Fang's mother Fang Lan made a phone call to her.

In the past six months, Fang Lan would call her every month at a fixed time.

In fact, Fang Lan has two opportunities to call her twice a month, but she should be afraid that she will be annoyed, so she only calls her once a month.

Fang Lan's concerns were indeed right, even if they only exchanged one phone call a month, they wouldn't be able to talk for too long each time.

The 10-minute time limit is not a limit for them at all, because they usually don't know what to say after a minute or two of talking.

This is the second rare call this month.

Fang Lan's words were very polite, "Let go, thank you, I received the letter." ”

Jiang Fang sent a letter to Fang Lan 20 days ago, and it is estimated that she received it.

Jiang Fang's words were more polite, "It's okay, anyway, Ta is also my brother or sister, and it is right to do this for Ta." ”

Fang Lan not only asked Xie Jiangfang to mention the incident in the letter, but also Xie Jiangfang was willing to write this letter to her.

In fact, Jiang Fang's letter didn't say anything, except for the thing she was going to help Fang Lan do tomorrow, he only mentioned the scenery here and her current situation here, including the things between her teaching and students here and the people she knew here.

It was only because she and Fang Lan didn't know what to say every time they talked that she decided to write these things down.

But this is already the best gift for Fang Lan.

At least, Jiang Fang took a step towards her and no longer didn't tell her anything like before.

Jiang Fang didn't understand what Quan Fang Lan meant, and Fang Lan didn't explain either.

There was a sudden silence between the two, Jiang Fang hesitated for a moment and said, "I won't go back for the Chinese New Year this year, so I can't go to see you." ”

Fang Lan paused when she heard this, but still nodded indifferently and said, "Okay, it's okay, you just have to take care of yourself over there alone." ”

Jiang Fang and Fang Lan are not the kind of people who can express their feelings, usually there should be a long silence after this time, but because it was about to be the New Year, Jiang Fang asked more, "You guys over there...... Can I rest during the Chinese New Year?"

"Yes, I heard others say that we will have cultural and entertainment activities tonight, and we can watch the Spring Festival Gala and eat dumplings together. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Fang was relieved.

The two didn't say anything more and hung up the phone.

Early in the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Jiang Fang got up and began to clean up, and after breakfast, according to the custom of spending the Spring Festival at home with her mother, she set off firecrackers and pasted Spring Festival couplets.

Firecrackers are just to be lively, but Jiang Fang is alone, and she only sets off a small string of firecrackers, both for environmental protection and conservation.

After that, she took out the paper money she had bought in advance.

She took out the child's clothes that her mother had sewn before, found an open place facing southeast, set a small fire, and began to burn paper.

This is the incident she mentioned in the letter, and without waiting for Fang Lan to ask her to help, she mentioned it herself.

I don't know what's going on, so I let it go, I don't care, and I can face it very calmly.

After burning a piece of paper, she took out the child's clothes she had sewn and burned another piece of paper.

It's just that as soon as she started burning, she didn't expect to see a person coming from a distance, it was Hui Zhixing.

On this day for the New Year, after the filming of a scene in the morning, I called it a day.

Hui Zhixing gave the crew a day off and will start work tomorrow afternoon.

Because he was idle, he didn't have much to do in the hotel, and after going out for a walk, he drove over.

He knew before that Jiang Fang would not return to Shencheng this year, so he involuntarily came over.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Hui Zhixing was a little confused.

Jiang Fang didn't explain, but after burning the paper in his hand, he put away the two children's clothes before standing up and asking, "Why are you here?"

Hui Zhixing came back to his senses and replied truthfully: "Today's New Year, I gave the crew a day off, I'm fine, come out for a walk, I don't know where to go, so I'll come to you." ”

Jiang Fang nodded, didn't mean to say more, and only asked, "Do you want to sit in the school?"

Today's New Year, she is here alone, eating alone, setting off firecrackers alone, pasting Spring Festival couplets alone, burning paper alone, and a little lonely.

Seeing Hui Zhixing, she was more pleasantly surprised.

Hui Zhixing was actually very confused by Jiang Fang's behavior of burning paper on two pieces of clothes on this day, but he didn't ask much, only nodded and agreed to Jiang Fang's invitation.

17 There is no more unconscious guest than him, the kitchen killer looks at the album

After drinking a cup of tea brewed by Jiang Fang, Hui Zhixing realized that he was going to celebrate the New Year with Jiang Fang today.

He doesn't know what's going on, since the end of the scene at school, although he has been busy filming, he always thinks of Jiang Fang in his free time.

Jiang Fang is a poisonous person, and when he gets along, he is as warm as water, but he has a long aftertaste.

After drinking tea, Jiang Fang said, "Let's leave after lunch." ”

After all, today's New Year, one more person is also more lively.

Because he got along with Hui Zhixing for a few days and became familiar with him, Jiang Fang was no longer so distant from Hui Zhixing.

Jiang Fang is a person who does not twist, if someone closes her eyes, she will no longer erect a high wall of distance on this person.

Anyway, Hui Zhixing didn't know what to do when he went back, and it was about to be lunchtime, so he agreed.

Before going to cook, Jiang Fang asked, "What do you like to eat?"

"I'll do it," Hui Zhixing said politely, and then paused before continuing, "I just don't eat ginger and garlic, I don't like to eat it if it's too sour, and it's better if there is fish, that's pretty much it." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Fang's cold face fluctuated slightly, and his lips opened slightly, but he still nodded, but, "I don't have any fish here." ”

Hui Zhixing didn't have much hope for this, and waved his hand, "It's okay." ”

After the words fell, Jiang Fang was about to go to the kitchen, and Hui Zhixing asked, "Can I visit your room for a while?"

There is no more unconscious guest than Hui Zhixing, the host is going to cook, he doesn't say help, he has to visit the host's room alone.

Fortunately, Jiang Fang didn't care, and there was nothing in the room that couldn't be shown to others.

No, it's still the same.

Jiang Fang pointed to the quaint book on the table and put it in the corner and said, "You can't read this book, you can read the others, but it's best not to flip it at will." ”

That's her diary.

Jiang Fang has no cleanliness and no obsessive-compulsive disorder, and there are no secret things in her house that cannot be seen by others, but she doesn't like others to touch her things.

Hui Zhixing agreed.

In fact, Jiang Fang's room is not much to see, a room can basically be seen at a glance, and the only thing that interests Hui Zhixing is the bookshelf.

The bookshelf is very simple and the workmanship is rough, and it looks like it is made by hand, and it is also some years old, and it should be left by the previous teacher.

Many of Jiang Fang's things are on the bookshelf.

Hui Zhixing glanced at it from below, a pile of books and miscellaneous items, and then looked at the middle part, some tea boxes and sewing boxes and the like, the painting that Jiang Fang indirectly bought from him was also there, and then looked up, on the top layer, there was a somewhat special book, and there was a camera bag next to the book.

Recently, when he saw Jiang Fang appear in front of him as a teacher, he almost forgot that Jiang Fang was a photographer before.

If you look closely at that book, it seems to be a photo album.

The camera and photo album were placed in the top row so that she didn't want to be rummaged through by children, after all, her students sometimes came and went in her room.

She didn't say they weren't allowed to come in, as long as they didn't rummage through the house once they got inside.

But because the camera is more expensive, she still put it on the top layer for safety.

Hui Zhixing's hands are itchy and he wants to open the album to see what photos are inside.

However, he had already promised Jiang Fang not to touch the things in her room.