On the long platform, Chu Xia looked lonely in the direction of the pit stop for a long time, in fact, she should have known that he would not come, there was so much work backlog these days that he needed to deal with urgently, but there were some things that knew what would happen but still couldn't help but look forward to it, couldn't help but fantasize.

When he told him the time of his departure and the number of trains, he was still asleep, and these days he came back exhausted late at night or even early in the morning, and the supper she prepared for him did not move, just hurriedly took a shower and went to bed.

She turned around and was about to speak to him when she heard his even snort ringing softly in her ears.

She looked at his frowning brow as he slept soundly, and she knew that he had too many things to worry about, so she just kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "I'll leave tomorrow morning••••••"

She didn't know if he heard it, but he just rolled over and turned his face to her side, and she stopped talking, lest it disturb his good dreams.

Looking at the big clock in the station, early summer lowered his head, it seems that he didn't hear.

She spent until the day of Chinese New Year's Eve before leaving, because there was too much reluctance in her heart, she felt that the harmony between the two that had been hard to pile up was so worth her lingering, and she was afraid that when she returned, everything would have changed.

It wasn't until the last broadcast on the radio that the train to Fengcheng was about to start, and she reluctantly got on the train.

The door closed quickly, still clinging to the glass window, and the car started slowly and sped fast before she stepped into the car disappointed.

The imperial capital and Fengcheng are not far away, only a few hundred kilometers away, only a few hours by car, but what is the distance between him and her heart?

She sat in her seat, recalling what she had said that day, "This is our first separation", would he care?

William was surprised to take the car keys handed to him by Ou Jinyu, and he asked, "Really drive it for me, isn't this your new love?"

"Less nonsense, do you want to?" Ou Jinyu pretended to get the key back.

William clutched the key tightly and said, "Yes!"

Walking on the new Maybach, Ou Jinyu said, "Take me to the train station." ”

Wilhelm glanced at him, and without saying anything, he started the car, and Maybach galloped on the road to the imperial capital like an arrow galloping out.

It wasn't until he turned into the underground passage of the station that William cautiously asked, "Is it bad if you don't show up at home on Chinese New Year's Eve today?"

Ou Jinyu said with a smile: "Our family is scattered all over the world, what is special about Chinese New Year's Eve?"

William shrugged his shoulders in agreement, Ou Jinyu quickly opened the door, but looked at the train that had just left in front of the train's electronic signs, he was stunned for a moment and then returned to the car.

"What, aren't you going?" William was just about to leave when he saw Ou Jinyu sitting next to him again, fastening his seat belt.

William didn't even have the strength to be angry after Ou Jinyu smiled and said his answer, and he whined while starting the car: "I knew that if I used your car, I would be called by you." ”

"Let's go, young master. Ou Jinyu was rarely joking with ease.

"If it weren't for your legs······ Forget the departure, the destination is Fengcheng. William roared helplessly.

Ou Jinyu closed her eyes and recuperated, but William still said inquiringly: "Do people know that you are going?"

Ou Jinyu shook her head.

William sighed and said, "It turns out that you also have such a time, I thought you were a stone." ”

"You are the stone, you are the Monkey King. Ou Jinyu's language was simply rich today, and he kept a warm smile because he felt that he was in a good mood today, because he would soon be able to see someone, even if they had only been separated for a few hours.

In early summer, she dragged a big suitcase and got out of the taxi listlessly, wandering to the door of the house, knocking on the door but no one answered, she was really surprised, usually her parents would go to the station to pick her up, today not only did not go to the station to pick up no one at home, it is really strange.

took out the key to open the door, the house was deserted, no one was there, and there was no New Year's atmosphere, she closed the door casually, threw the luggage to the side, kicked the shoes aside, and walked directly inside.

There is a note next to the phone in the living room, which says that her parents went to her aunt's house in another place for the New Year, she strangely recalled the conversation during the last phone call, and there seemed to be no memory of them going far away, did they forget to say it, or did they forget it, but when she said that she was going home, why didn't they say in advance that they were not at home?

Her head was suddenly a little dizzy, sitting on the sofa depressed, there is nothing more sad than being forgotten, she was forgotten by Ou Jinyu in the morning, and she was forgotten by her parents in the afternoon, she was destined to be a person forgotten in the corner.

Groggy and fell on the sofa, she didn't even bother to take off her coat and fell asleep, maybe sleep is the best way to forget everything at this moment, she will not be forgotten sadly in her dreams.

In early summer, she was awakened by the rumbling sound of fireworks and cannons, and she was excited, it turned out that every household was setting off fireworks and firecrackers, no wonder she had just dreamed of the Liaoshen Campaign.

She stretched her waist and beat her spirits, a person's year is also a year, rummaging through the inventory of the refrigerator, and finally turned out a bag of Wan Chai Pier, she sighed and said: "It's you today, it's also dumplings!"

After cooking the dumplings, she looked out blankly, it turned out that it had snowed this afternoon, because it was Chinese New Year's Eve when few people walked outside, and the silver-white snow on the ground was extremely clean.

The snowflakes were still fluttering, swaying as if she was saying a final goodbye to the old years, she sniffed, another year had passed, and she didn't dare to think about what kind of years would be connected to the lonely year.

A group of laughing children rushed out, thinking that they had already eaten the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, which would all be together to build snowmen and have snowball fights, and their crisp laughter entered from early summer's left ear and came out of her right ear, and she did not dare to keep them in her heart, because they were so contrasting with herself.

The phone rang suddenly, she thought it must be a New Year's call, but after seeing the familiar number, she was slightly stunned, she thought, he probably wanted to explain why he didn't show up, but smiled, does he need to explain?

Answered the phone, but heard him ask head-on, "What are you doing?"

She deliberately pretended to be very happy, her voice raised a few decibels, and she said with a grin: "Of course, it's a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." ”

He asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Of course, chicken, duck, fish and meat are all available, and all the Manchu and Han banquets are available. She lied, and her heart became even more sour, and even her nose made a congested sound as if she had a severe cold, and she couldn't help but wipe it with her hand, and deliberately wiped her nose on the placket of her clothes like when she was a child, but this time it was her own.

He asked, "Is the weather good for you?"

"It's snowing, but it's beautiful. She opened a window and took a deep breath of the cold, slightly sweet air after the snow.

The children outside had already built a snowman, but the carrot that was used as its nose was a little crooked, and the early summer frowned and looked at it for a long time before saying to Ou Jinyu on the phone: "The children are building a snowman, well, what are you doing?" How did you spend Chinese New Year's Eve?"

Ou Jinyu stood in front of the car, looked at the familiar little head melon that poked out of the window, smiled secretly, and then said, "It's good to build a snowman, but it doesn't look good if your nose is crooked." With that, he strode forward, straightened the crooked carrot again, and then waved to the woman in the room who had opened her mouth wide in surprise, and said, "It's not my Chinese New Year's Eve, it's how should we spend our Chinese New Year's Eve?"