Song Xing's Chinese New Year's Eve slept very deeply at night.

In the dream, she vaguely saw Zhong Tian, who didn't know if it was Shi Qin or the teenager, a young man with a very similar face to them, ** appeared in a large number of tubes and instruments with his upper body, and many liquids with silver points of light flowed in the tubes, and then slowly passed through the needle and injected into his body.

Song Xing saw that the young man's face gradually turned pale with the silver light injected into his body, and the whole person became transparent like a snowman, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and every inch of muscle on his face was twitching, and then he screamed violently......

Although she didn't know who he really was in her dreams, she suddenly felt the urge to rush over and pull out the tubes.

She couldn't bear to see him with a pained and hideous expression.

But just as he was about to rush over, all the scenes faded before his eyes like a mirage......

Song Xing slowly opened his eyes from his dream, and it turned out that everything was just a dream.

Outside the door, firecrackers crackled.

Song Xing knew that the firecrackers on the first day of the new year were all set off by Shen Yao. When he was a child, he always bought a kind of firecrackers called "earth red", and after lighting them, they were broken all over the ground, and the whole street was full of red paper fragments that fell after the firecrackers were set off, which was full of joy.

Although Song Xing woke up in the guest room of the Shen family's courtyard, he didn't know that he was a guest in his dream, and he woke up as comfortable and familiar as in his previous life.

She washed up briefly, changed into a pair of scarlet granny pants and a mohair sweater, her hair was pulled up in a bun, and as soon as she walked into the yard, she smelled the sweet smell of rice cakes.

In the kitchen facing the guest room, the Song family's parents were helping Du Zheng make rice cakes.

Eating rice cakes on the first day of the Lunar New Year is the custom of Yanzhou, just like the dumplings take the meaning of "handed over at this time", eating rice cakes is also to ask for an auspicious one, and the meaning of taking a year is higher than a year.

Both the Shen and Song families were from Yanzhou, and when the whole imperial capital was making dumplings on the first day of the Lunar New Year, they still adhered to the old custom of eating rice cakes on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

In order to release the vapor of steamed rice cakes, the kitchen window is now wide open.

Song Xing saw that Du Zheng was putting a few pieces of yellow rice rice cakes in the steamer, and each rice cake had a few yellow and shiny Ejiao dates, which were very festive.

In her previous life, she loved to eat yellow rice cakes.

The steamed jujube is soft, sweet and glutinous, so she can eat most of it if she doesn't like sweets. But in addition to him, other people in the family love to eat Jiang rice rice cakes filled with osmanthus bean paste, and it is not easy to make two things, in order to accommodate her, over time, the Shen family's rice cakes on the first day of the New Year are only made of yellow rice date cakes.

What deeply touched Song Xing was that she had been "deceased" for a few years, and her mother still insisted on treating her hobby as the family's hobby.

As if it was due to the smell of gunpowder in the air and the vapor of steamed rice cakes, Song Xing felt a warm burst in his eyes.

She reminded herself in her heart that she must hide her emotions for a while, even if she pretends to be not so fond of eating yellow rice cakes, she must not be discovered by her parents, and she almost caused the danger of her father's heart attack when she returned from rebirth, and she still remembers it vividly.

Shen Yao had just come back from setting off firecrackers outside the courtyard gate, the smell of gunpowder on his body diluted the sweetness in the air, and he saw Song Xing, who was dressed casually, standing under the lantern at the door of the guest room with a plain face.

He immediately retracted his steps and hid under the moon window behind the weeping flower door.

After a full night's sleep, Song Xing's strong eyebrows and eyes became more and more delicate under the red lantern.

Without makeup, it is still like a canna blooming in winter, slim and moving.

Shen Yao began to feel that his father was right, maybe his suspicions about Song Xing were all coincidences.

The younger sister is quiet and forbearing, while Song Xing is cold and enterprising; the younger sister has no city, and Song Xing is strategizing. Although there are similarities between these two people, in comparison, Song Xing seems to be more than a decade older than his sister.

These two people, both in appearance and inner temperament, are diametrically opposed like white roses and red roses.

But when he thought that his sister might really never come back, his heart hurt again.

After my sister went to the New Year's Festival, the Shen family had never been as lively as today, and the parents were immersed in the pain of losing their daughter, and it was difficult to make a breakthrough in their daily work.

Although his father was rated as a professional title and took a leadership position, he took the initiative to ask to teach at the Nanhai branch campus, and people outside thought that it was to open up a second spring in his career, only he knew that his father didn't want to see his sister's empty room as soon as he came home.

Although my mother gradually became cheerful in the company of Aunt Mingxin, she has been working hard for two years, but she has not come up with decent works.

Shen Yao's sorrow was like a drop of ink dripping into the pool water.

Film and television acting and literary creation are a little similar, if the creator's mentality and emotions cannot be adjusted well, then it is difficult for his works to move people's hearts.

In recent years, he has not been very satisfied with his performance.

Otherwise, it will not allow Qixue to regain the lost ground after the rapid retreat, so that Shi Qin and Cheng Day, the new generation of traffic students, will occupy half of the country as soon as they debut.

Although Shen Yao felt guilty, he did not regret it.

Acting is just a job, who can really live in the entertainment industry for a lifetime, my father said that good drama always comes from life, as long as he Shen Yao is still in the entertainment industry for a day, he can always come up with good works.

He was no longer obsessed with the similarity between Song Xing and his sister, and was about to walk into the courtyard in stride, just raised his hand to greet Song Xing, but saw the door of the main house creak, and Shen Zhining, whose eyes were full of red bloodshots, walked out of the house, and Song Xing stepped forward to greet the New Year.

"Professor Shen, Happy New Year, good health. ”

Shen Zhining looked at Song Xing's gorgeous and strong face, and he was also sad.

What are you doing here?

Seeing that the children of old classmates are excellent, can't help but snatch them to be their daughters?

But Shen Yao's words were reasonable, not to mention that he clearly saw in the room just now that Song Xing was looking at the yellow rice rice cake just now, and he was distracted for a long time.

That's what she has to eat every New Year's Day, the taste of home.

After all, Shen Zhining is a professor of acting, and if he wants to be lightweight in his look, it is still very easy to hide from Song Xing.

He invited Song Xing to his study.

Song Xing thought that his father still wanted to continue the topic of yesterday's "Dream Order" and give him guidance in acting, so he didn't doubt him and happily went. As soon as I entered the room, I saw a woolen felt cloth on the table in the study, and a piece of rice paper on it.

Shen Zhiningyun said lightly:

"Director Zeng Feizeng, who gave you "Easy Travel" in the morning, called to greet the New Year, mentioning that you were a guest at my house, and when Director Zeng heard your name, he praised you fiercely. said that you are talented, willing to endure hardships, and good in appearance, the Egret Award is well deserved. ”

Song Xing was a little embarrassed.

"I was wrong to love. ”

Shen Zhining wiped his glasses, lifted a thick wolf in his hand, and wrote big characters on rice paper, sighing as he wrote.

"When people are old, practicing calligraphy is practicing qi, and now not writing a few big characters in the morning is like not practicing morning exercises when you are young. ”