Qin Fan: "These things don't have to be used in vain, they are energy-saving and environmentally friendly." ”

Song Qingming: "What about the pile that can be burned?"

Qin Fan: "Occasionally burn a few to set off the festive atmosphere, no problem, right? Let's just play in the yard, as soon as the door is closed, no one knows." ”

Song Qingming: "You get it." ”

Qin Fan: "What are you doing here?"

Song Qingming: "Eat hot pot." ”

Qin Fan: "......"

Inside, after a moment of silence, the door was opened.

Qin Fan carried a bunch of colorful lanterns and walked out with a unique shape. Song Qingming had a straight face, and a bundle of fireworks-style floor lamps in his hand.

"You're back. Qin Fan didn't say a word, and beckoned to the coolies who arrived in time, "Two younger brothers, come on, let's make a move." ”

Xiao Wei: "......"

Si Fengmian: "......"

The two looked at each other wordlessly, and then looked at Si Sheng in unison and asked for her permission.

"Go ahead. ”

Si Sheng nodded.

The colored lanterns and floor lamps used for decoration were all sent by Qiao Yilin in the afternoon, and a bunch of miscellaneous things, Si Sheng took a general look. In addition to these illuminations, there should also be some balloons, fireworks, and the like.

Si Sheng didn't plan to use it, but Qin Fan and Song Qingming turned it out and tossed it, and they could help it.

Throwing the courtyard to the four people, Si Sheng thought of Chu Luo, who should still be in the living room, so he stepped into the living room first.

Because of the "dialogue between Qin Fan and Song Qingming" that day, although Si Sheng did not take the initiative to ask about Chu Luo's situation, he tried to avoid Qin Fan from contacting Chu Luo......

Thoughts turned.

Si Sheng saw balloons all over the living room, dense and colorful, occupying the entire ceiling.

The moment she entered the door, Chu Luo had just tied a new balloon, and as soon as she let go of her hand, the balloon automatically flew up, colliding and flying with the pile of balloons overhead.

"What's the situation?"

The dreamy scene in the living room surprised Si Sheng.

Chu Luo picked up a new balloon and explained, "It's okay to be idle, blow up a few balloons." ”

Noticing that the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom was open, but the light was turned off inside, and there was no one, Si Sheng twisted his eyebrows slightly, "What about Lao Yi?"

"Picked up by their grandfather. ”

"They", of course, refer to Song Qingming and Qin Fan.

After Si Sheng and Xiao reversed their way, Chu Luo had nothing to do, so he opened the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom and chatted with Yi Zhongzheng while blowing up balloons.

After a while, the old and young came to visit the door, the old man borrowed Yi Zhongzheng, saying that they were going to celebrate the New Year together, and the young people stayed to eat hot pot and celebrate the New Year with Si Sheng and others.

It is said that there is a large age gap, and there is a generation gap between them, and they have to live their own years.

"Oh. ”

Si Sheng bowed slightly.

She looked at the figures outside and saw Qin Fan, who was actively busy.

In normal times, Qin Fan was too lazy to get these things.

*

Turning aside a few balloons, Si Sheng sat on the sofa, eating nuts to satisfy his hunger.

They are now setting up lanterns temporarily, and they don't know when they will be able to eat hot pot.

The phone came with a message.

[Ling Xize]: Are you done with the hot pot?

[Si Sheng]: No.

Through the glass window, Si Sheng casually took a picture of the courtyard scene, and then sent it to Ling Xize.

[Si Sheng]: I'm busy.

[Ling Xize]: Zombie invasion?

Four words, plus a symbol, indicate Ling Xize's true thoughts.

[Si Sheng]: ......

[Si Sheng]: If you can't speak, shut up.

Ling Xize had a reflexive attack, not only did he not shut up, but threw a few pictures in a row.

The sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was shot exquisitely and beautifully, and Si Sheng's "casual shooting" was killed in seconds.

Si Sheng gritted his teeth.

[Si Sheng]: Looking for trouble?

[Ling Xize]: Hmm.

responded so confidently, Si Sheng didn't know how to scold him.

The phone vibrates again.

[Ling Xize]: Do you keep the year?

[Si Sheng]: Shou.

Outside, Si Sheng did not have the habit of keeping the New Year. But in the alley, in Si Sheng's memory, this day will always be observed.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

She and Yi Zhongzheng are only two people, but Yi Zhongzheng can cook a table of dishes. After eating, Song Qingming and Qin Fan would play with her for a while, and when they returned to their respective homes, they would see Yi Zhongzheng putting a bunch of melons and fruits on the table, and she would consciously sit down.

The grandfather and grandson also had nothing to talk about, and most of the time they were silent.

The TV is generally turned on, the Spring Festival Gala is played, and movies are shown after the Spring Festival Gala is over, which are basically war movies.

When he was young, Si Sheng generally didn't last until dawn, and as soon as the second half of the night came, he fell asleep unconsciously......

His eyes fell on Yi Zhongzheng's open bedroom, and the memories that had been sealed for a long time came out like a mess, stirring up the mood little by little, and all the original relaxation and comfort disappeared in an instant.

The Spring Festival Gala was broadcast on TV.

Si Sheng exhaled slowly.

Later, Ling Xize sent a message, but Si Sheng didn't know, she didn't go to see it, and she didn't reply.

*

The four of them finished their work in the courtyard, and it was already past ten o'clock.

Hot pot on the table, mandarin duck pot, a table full of ingredients, meat, vegetarian, staple food, everything. As soon as the pot boiled, a whole plate of fat cows was put into the pot, steaming, you have chopsticks and I have chopsticks, and in the blink of an eye, all the fat cows were swept away.

Some people shout dissatisfied, some calmly pick up new ingredients, and some people are satisfied.

The room grew noisy.

In the courtyard, the snow has not melted, and snowflakes are floating on the ground, and in the rows of shining floor lamps and lantern decorations, the snowflakes are rendered into various colors, like magical dreams, floating and falling to the ground.

Xu was hungry for too long, and the six of them all turned into gluttony, and after eating a hot pot, there were not many ingredients left on the table.

One by one, they were all overwhelmed, and a sense of satisfaction spread all over their bodies, and they sat down on their chairs, looking at each other, and no one moved.

"What's next?" Qin Fan suddenly asked.

As the host, Si Sheng thought about it and took the initiative to answer: "There is poker at home." ”

Si Fengmian came up with an idea and said, "It's okay to play games in a team." ”

Chu Luo said: "I watch TV. ”

"Either way. ”

Song Qingming expressed his opinion.

Xiao Wei was the last to speak, "Whatever." ”

If you have something to do, you won't have to worry about time.

After cleaning up the table, Si Sheng and Chu Luo consciously watched TV, and they were free to plan what Qin Fan and the four of them liked to do.

"If you're sleepy, you can go to sleep. ”

Carrying a plate of cut fruit, Si Sheng put it on the coffee table, and Yu Chuluo sat down beside him.

"It's fine. ”

Chu Luo picked a piece of apple with a toothpick, paused slightly, glanced at the lively dining table, and said, "Hold on." ”

"Hmm. ”

Si Sheng replied absentmindedly.

There was singing and dancing on TV, and there was a lot of noise.

Si Sheng, who was nesting on the sofa, was lying sleepy with frosty eyebrows in his arms, watching the show silently. From a certain point of view, these people on TV are her peers, she should know a few of them, but she hasn't been in the circle for two years, and she doesn't know any young stars.

All of them are unfamiliar faces.

It's boring to watch.

"Buzz—"

"Buzz—"

"Buzz—"

The phone was vibrating, I don't know where it was placed, and after listening for a while, Si Sheng recognized the direction.

Chu Luo first flipped through the phone, glanced at the screen, and threw the phone to her.

She raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Your boyfriend." ”

“……”

Si Sheng was speechless, and saw the words "Ling Xize" on the screen.

Answering the phone cowardly, Si Sheng brought the phone to his ear and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"I'm lost, are you going to pick me up?"

Ling Xize's deep and powerful voice entered his ears, accompanied by the whirring of the wind.

Si Sheng was slightly stunned.

Immediately, he laughed sarcastically, "Who are you fooling?"

Just had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with his family, when the family was reunited, how could he run out alone?

"Then let me get lost. ”

To put it mildly, there is also a little awkwardness.

"You-"

Si Sheng opened his mouth to talk about him.

However, Ling Xize didn't give her a chance at all, and directly cut off the phone.

？

Si Sheng took a breath.

Suppressing the ignition gas, Si Sheng dialed the phone again, but this time, Ling Xize turned off the phone directly.

For the New Year, what about playing with her?

Si Sheng ignored it, threw his phone aside, looked up, and fixed his gaze on the Spring Festival Gala program.

However, just like just now, I was distraught and couldn't see anything.

A few minutes later.

Si Sheng put the frost eyebrows aside, got up in his slippers, and went to get his phone and coat.

"He's coming?"

Seeing her move like this, Chu Luo subconsciously asked.

"I don't know. The mobile phone slipped into his pocket, Si Sheng put his coat on his body, and said lightly, "Go out for a walk." ”

“…… Oh. ”

I wanted to say, 'Do you want to accompany me?', but Chu Luo thought of her phone call, so he simply swallowed the words again.

I didn't think about how long I was out shopping, Si Sheng only wore a coat, and then changed his shoes and walked out the door.

In the courtyard, lanterns and lanterns are all over the place, dazzling to see, snowflakes are swept and falling with the wind, hitting the face, melting in an instant, cool silk.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Si Sheng raised his eyes and looked around, then walked through the courtyard and opened the gate.

She stepped out the door.

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