The morning air is cold and clear, and the next day is the New Year. Zhang's mother seems to be getting busier and busier these days, and even Chunsheng is out of sight early in the morning.

Probably to help.

Outside the window, it was still full of white, the temperature was getting colder, the snow was hard to melt, and the grass and trees were also frosted the night before.

There was a faint sourness in his eyes, Su Qingwan slowly closed the book in his hand, looked up at the window, and a melancholy was faintly visible between his eyebrows.

Winters in Shanghai are damp and cold, and the chill is refreshing on the surface. Unlike Beiping, the world is cold but the body is easy to warm up.

Thinking of Beiping, Su Qingwan couldn't help but sigh slightly, she uncovered the blanket on her body and got up, slowly walked to the dresser in front of the bed, raised her hand and opened the second jewelry box on the left, and paused. In the jewelry box lies a black hosta wrapped in a plain handkerchief, which is transparent and elegant, and is moist and rippling.

Su Qingwan quietly looked at the hairpin and fell into deep thought.

The third aunt's illness has not been seen to be better these days, and the two letters she sent are like a stone sinking into the sea, and there is no news. Now that the city is closed by heavy snow and traffic is blocked, it makes sense that the letter came later, but she has always had some bad premonitions lately.

Su Qingwan raised her hand lightly to pick up the hairpin, but the touch of the jade was too cold, which made her palms tremble. Su Qingwan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he tightly covered his hand to warm the hairpin.

The world is hard to know, but I hope she is too worried.

"Miss. ”

As soon as he turned around, Chunsheng had already entered the door. Su Qingwan turned around and put the hairpin into the jewelry box, and then closed it gently.

Chunsheng was stunned for a second when she saw Su Qingwan's movements, and she already knew it in her heart, she put the snacks she was holding on the table, turned her head and whispered, "Miss, don't you worry too much." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chestnut-stuffed dim sum and walked over and handed it to Su Qingwan, "Mother Zhang said, let's go to Beiping, we have to wait for the second master to come back before we can make a decision." ”

Su Qingwan smiled comfortingly, took a bite of the snack and put it down. Chunsheng looked at the half of the snack but was anxious, "Miss, you have lost weight these days, and your appetite is not good......" "It's not in the way, Chunsheng." Su Qingwan glanced at her warmly, turned around calmly, and took the book that had just been placed next to the chair. Chunsheng looked at her slightly emaciated back, pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Miss, I'm afraid you have forgotten what day tomorrow is......"

The voice of this sentence is very small, although it implies complaining, it is more like talking to oneself.

At noon, Zhang's mother went upstairs to bring a pot of soup, saying that it was cold and warm to warm her body, but Su Qingwan couldn't refuse, so she had to reluctantly taste a small bowl. Zhang's mother has been waiting by her side, and only after she finished drinking did she happily accept the dishes and chopsticks, "Miss Qingwan, do you want to eat at night?"

Su Qingwan shook her head and smiled lightly, "Mother Zhang, don't bother, I'll be with you." Zhang's mother looked at her carefully, and only sighed after a while, and joked with her, "Alas, look at you, you have lost weight at this glance, and the second master should blame me when he comes back." ”

Su Qingwan smiled wordlessly, and watched Zhang's mother go out, and at the moment when the door closed sounded, Su Qingwan was in a slight trance, and suddenly realized.

I haven't seen Zhou Ji for a day today.

The days in winter always feel shorter, and the sky is darker in the middle of the afternoon. The lights were on in the room, and the water was hot, and I didn't feel cold at all.

Su Qingwan sat on the sofa reading a book, and Chunsheng took out the clothes in the cabinet, folded them one by one, and put them back in the cabinet neatly.

The room was silent, Chunsheng sneaked a look at Su Qingwan, and after a while, he still couldn't help but speak first, "It's going to be the New Year one day." When Su Qingwan heard this, she immediately looked up at Chunsheng, not knowing why.

Chunsheng put down his clothes helplessly, "Didn't the second master say that he rushed back a year ago?" Su Qingwan was stunned, turned his head to look out the window, and the snow began to fall intermittently in the afternoon, which would only cover the ground with a layer of white.

Chunsheng snorted, "I don't think the second master is also a person who doesn't count......"

Before the words fell, a low voice sounded outside the door, with a hint of laughter, "Who said that my words don't count?" The next second, Gu Shaoting had already pushed the door in. Su Qingwan's heart was shocked, and she turned her head to look at it, just in time to bump into his eyes that he looked at her with a smile.

Chunsheng was stupid in place.

Qiu Shi poked his head out from behind Gu Shaoting, looked at Chunsheng with a smile, and his voice was deafening, "Chunsheng, you're so sorry that we braved the heavy snow day and night to rush back!" Gu Shaoting patted the snow on his shoulder, took off his coat and handed it to Qiu Shi, he seemed to be in a good mood, "Why are you still talking bad things behind your back, isn't your master coming back." ”

Chunsheng finally came back to his senses, and stammered a little happily, "Yes, yes, I'll pour water...... Pour water!" and ran downstairs as if he had fled. "Hey!hey!

There was only a sudden silence in the room.

Gu Shaoting was especially cold outside the house, he didn't get close to Su Qingwan, just stood in place and looked at her quietly, from head to toe, from eyebrows to the tip of his nose.

Indeed, he missed her.

Su Qingwan also looked at him quietly, before he came back, she felt that she had a lot of things to say to him, but now that she really saw him, she felt that she didn't need to say anything.

Su Qingwan thought about it, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at him.

Seeing her smile, Gu Shaoting raised his feet and walked over slowly, and when he came to him, he reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms, his strength was not light, but his voice was light, as if sighing, "Qingwan." ”

Su Qingwan leaned into his arms, reached out and gently stroked his back, smiling gently. The breath on his body was clear and cold, but she felt familiar inexplicably, as if she had been used to it for a long time.

At this time, there was a sudden explosion outside the house, Su Qingwan was slightly startled, raised his head from his arms and turned to look out the window.

A large number of colorful and beautiful fireworks spread out in the sky, shining into her eyes, illuminating half of the sky, and also illuminating the entire Gu Garden, and the exclamations of everyone downstairs could also be heard in the room.

Su Qingwan stared at it for a while.

When he came to his senses, he immediately turned around, looked up at him with his eyes in his eyes. Gu Shaoting smiled deeply, and looked down at her with undisguised pampering in his eyes.

"It's your birthday, and it's finally time to catch up. ”

[I want to say something, but I didn't pay attention and said it for a long time]

I can't help you when you think about it.

Because even I didn't expect that my body would be weak enough this year, and an ordinary cold can cause gastritis. Then it took two days of infusion to recover my spirit, coupled with my timidity and heavy thinking, every time I think of this matter in my illness, I hate my body, and it is estimated that because of this, it is not the same as Cheng Dù aggravated the condition. Then the work was busy until yesterday, and because of physical reasons, I didn't do the code word that stayed up late, alas.

It is very sad that the old man fell ill at a young age.

I really want to cry.

(Please take caution from friends who often stay up late)

And now that I'm fine, don't worry about me anymore and don't have to ask me, I just feel sorry for you, why write an article about so many things, right?

You've been moldy for eight lifetimes, and you've been stuck with me like this.

I think it's normal for you to leave, and if you stay, I can only kneel three times and bow nine times to express my gratitude.

It seems hypocritical to talk too much, so I want to write a few words to give you an explanation, and frankly, I am more anxious than you.

Sorry Brother Jiu.

And then if you have any ideas about the plot, tell me in the comments, I'll take it if it's good, and you can get any entry point.