After the Chinese New Year's Eve, the first day of the Spring Festival, Mu Sheng got up early and put on new clothes, wearing a red woolen dress inside, a white coat jacket on the outside, and a red knitted hat on his head.

The smell of the New Year on the first day of the new year is very strong, the sound of artillery in the town began to sound in the early morning, Mu Sheng basically fell asleep with the sound of artillery fighting, and was awakened by the sound of artillery in the morning, but he still got up later than usual.

Early in the morning, his parents had put on the new clothes that Mu Sheng brought back from France, Mu Wenxiang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and his mother was making breakfast in the kitchen.

"Mu Sheng, why are you getting up late today?" Qin Yueqing brought breakfast from the kitchen, a little curious.

"It was a bit late to talk to my friends last night. Speaking of this, Mu Sheng lowered his head and buried his head in breakfast with a little weakness.

"With Jiang Se?" Qin Yueqing untied her apron, sat down with her, and asked subconsciously, she remembered that the girl who had the best relationship with Mu Sheng seemed to be called Mu Sheng.

"Hmm. Mu Sheng took a sip of porridge, responded vaguely, and then changed the topic, "Where are you going to pay New Year's greetings today?"

"Wait a minute, let's go to your grandparents' house first, and then we'll go to the neighbor's house when we get home. Qin Yueqing was really diverted, and said while eating, and then turned her head to look at Mu Wenxiang, "Have you bought all your gift boxes?"

"It's all together, I've checked it many times. Mu Wenxiang sighed lightly, when will his wife have some confidence in him? Although he forgot to buy a few gifts last year, didn't he make up for it in the end?

"Really?" Qin Yueqing still didn't believe it, and hurriedly went to check it after eating breakfast to prevent it from being missed.

Mu Sheng looked at her parents who had been distracted, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, could she say that it was because she texted Lin Zixuan until midnight last night?

As soon as Mu Sheng lay on the bed last night, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrate, and Mu Sheng stretched out a hand from the quilt to pick up the phone.

"Happy New Year. ”

The four words were as simple and cold as the man on the other end of the phone.

"Happy New Year!" Mu Sheng lay under the covers and quickly replied with a text message.

"Haven't slept yet?" Lin Zixuan sat at the table over there, looking at his phone calmly, and the aunt next to him thought he was still working, and signaled Lin Zixiang not to speak so loudly.

Lin Zixiang glanced at it, when would his cousin send a text message to someone about work, as far as he knew, the guy named Zhang Qing was in charge of the work of external communication.

Obviously he was texting his sweetheart, but the aunt actually thought he was working, Lin Zixiang couldn't help but pout, and sure enough, facial paralysis was still good.

"I just finished worshipping God, I was just about to sleep, what about you?" Mu Sheng rubbed his eyes, felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, yawned lightly, and continued to wait for a reply from there.

"Eating. Lin Zixuan raised his eyes and looked at the table, continued to look down at his mobile phone, and the old man Lin on the main seat glanced at him, when did his grandson like to play with his mobile phone?

"Haha, I've already finished eating, but I'm a little hungry now~ (t_t)"

In this way, the two kept chatting by text message until Mu Sheng couldn't help but close his eyes sleepily, and the mobile phone was placed next to the bed.

Lin Zixuan looked at the text message that had not been replied to for a long time, his eyes were slightly dark, he thought about it, and sent another text message: "Good night, good dream." ”

In the night, the mobile phone screen next to Mu Sheng's bed lit up, but this did not affect the sleeping girl on the side, and soon, the mobile phone screen dimmed again.

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