CHAPTER 40

new year

Ling Xiao was a little surprised, slightly stunned, raised his eyes and turned his head to look at him.

Ye Lin looked ahead without squinting and drove the car attentively, as if the sentence just now was just casual and irrelevant.

Ling Xiao simply turned around and leaned sideways on the passenger seat, neither saying good nor bad, just brushing his hair silently and looking at him with interest.

Ye Lin was already a little weak-hearted, and her gaze was too strong, so he became more and more apprehensive in his heart, and finally slowed down the car, coughed lightly, and asked "casually":

"How?"

Ling Xiao didn't know what he was looking at, there was a slight smile in his eyes, as if he had seen something interesting, with an interested expression: "You're not busy?" ”

"It's okay," Ye Lin thought about it, and didn't answer recklessly, "There is still time for you to make up English, and you don't have to do English questions all day." ”

Ling Xiao nodded, and stretched out his voice "oh": "Okay, it's not good to trouble others, then-trouble you." ”

She seemed to be talking a little casually, but I don't know if it was his delusion—but the smile and interest in her eyes seemed to be stronger.

……

The next day, Ling Xiao pushed away the mention of continuing to review together next weekend in Shen Qing's speechless sight, and stayed at home obediently on the second weekend, waiting for Ye Lin's "teacher" to tutor.

The little girl is so smart that it is almost unscientific, and whenever he talks about the question once, she will not only never make a mistake a second time, but will even spontaneously draw inferences from one another, and touch on the analogy, looking at her current level of English, it is simply unimaginable...... Nearly a year ago, she was an ancient person living in the Tang Dynasty and had never been exposed to English.

Ye Lin felt a little stunned, but when he looked back and thought about it, he felt as if these were all expected things, and in the end, only an indescribable sense of pride rose in his heart little by little.

This year's Spring Festival was at the end of January, and in the middle of January, the final exams of No. 1 Middle School came as scheduled, and ended peacefully in a nervous, scared and eagerly awaited mood.

Ling Xiao played steadily, and although her English was still lagging behind, she had at least stepped on the threshold of eighty points, which made her grades jump into the top 50 of her grade. There are about 400 students in each grade of No. 1 Middle School, and the top 50 in the grade, if this score can be maintained until the college entrance examination, this will almost mean that all universities in China are no longer a problem at all-although Ling Xiao is only 49th this time, and has just narrowly stepped on this threshold.

As a parent, Ye Ershao once again raised his head and went to Lingxiao's parent-teacher meeting with pride.

After that, the winter holidays are coming.

Ling Xiao began to become "homely", and almost stayed at home every day - except for doing her winter vacation homework, all her remaining thoughts were on chopping the piano.

It wasn't until Ye Lin, who was originally busy, began to gradually become more idle, that Ling Xiao was a little suddenly - he had been completely busy with the end of the year, and the New Year was about to begin.

"Ling Xiao, buy some chocolate?" In the supermarket, Ye Lin carried a shopping basket in one hand, took a box of chocolates on the other, and bowed his head slightly sideways to ask Ling Xiao for advice.

Ling Xiao was actually not picky about what he ate, and when he saw him mention yì, he nodded in response.

Ye Lin put the chocolate into the basket without hesitation - the shopping basket he was carrying had already been stuffed with all kinds of snack preserves at this time, but he still didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, took the chocolate, and continued to walk to the front shelf with Ling Xiao, while carefully admonishing:

"Eat some chocolate when you want to, but don't eat too much. If you don't want to cook during the Chinese New Year, I'll ask someone to deliver you takeaway......"

He seems to have suddenly become a nagging menopausal patient, explaining everything one by one.

Ling Xiao was obviously a little helpless, but unexpectedly there was no impatient look, it seemed to be rare patience, just listened to him finish one by one, and finally stopped his hand with a cry and laughter when he was about to continue to put things in the shopping basket:

"Okay, don't buy any more, I can't eat enough stuff yet."

"If you can't finish it, put it away." Ye Lin seemed to be in a bad mood, and even his voice was slightly low.

Ling Xiao sighed and didn't argue with him, but shook his head, reached out and pulled his free hand, and walked towards the cashier without saying a word.

Ye Lin looked down and looked at the hand she was holding her, his face was slightly distracted.

Early in the morning on Chinese New Year's Eve, Ye Lin left the apartment and went home - even if it was unpleasant, he always had to go home on this day. It's the New Year, after all, we still have to be together as a family.

But he couldn't take Ling Xiao back - it was the New Year, and she had to stay here alone.

But fortunately, Ling Xiao didn't seem to care much. The little girl waved goodbye to him, and then went back to the room alone to continue playing the harp.

When I walked out of the room again, it was already completely dark. Ye Lin knew that she didn't like to be disturbed when she was playing the piano, and she didn't call all day, but only sent two text messages telling her to eat on time - Ling Xiao didn't find out about two text messages until this time.

But she didn't have any interest in cooking, turned on the TV, found the annual Spring Festival Gala according to the channel Ye Lin mentioned before, and then tore open a bag of peanuts that she just bought a few days ago to drink.

The program of the Spring Festival Gala is not very exciting, but Ling Xiao is watching the Spring Festival Gala for the first time, and he feels a little special, but he just drank wine and watched it all the way, but his interest was never raised.

Maybe the room was too empty - in fact, she usually didn't care about these things, but at this time, she didn't know why she actually felt that the room was a little boring, and she drank wine and watched TV happily, and gradually began to feel sleepy.

Ling Xiao didn't care, nestled on the sofa and let sleepiness invade him little by little.

When the sound of the door lock turning, Ling Xiao was already a little dazed. In a haze, I subconsciously glanced at my watch—it was just nine o'clock.

The little girl looked lazily at the door with her head tilted and squinted, and then she saw a familiar figure enter the door with frost all over her body, and her face was slightly dark.

"Ye Lin?" Ling Xiao suddenly sobered up for the most part, and sat up with his body propped up and called him.

Ye Lin took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, sat down beside her, and was silent for a long time before he shouted to her:

"Lingxiao."

The voice was low and slightly hoarse.

Ling Xiao responded.

He was silent for a long time, and finally spoke the first sentence in the true sense of the word:

"Ling Xiao, I'm unemployed."

He paused, and quickly added: "Not only are you unemployed, but you have also run away from home." ”

Ling Xiao's expression was unexpectedly calm, and he didn't seem surprised—if he was surprised, he had already been surprised when he returned. If he hadn't fallen out with his family, how could he come back alone on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve? With his temper, if it weren't for the fact that his family was too much and far exceeded the bottom line, how could he have openly fallen out, and it was still on Chinese New Year's Eve?

But Ling Xiao didn't ask anything, just smiled, leaned a little closer, and raised the corners of his eyes slightly:

"Oh it's okay, I'll raise you...... Yes, too. ”

Ye Lin had just picked up the wine bottle he had just brought back and poured himself a glass of wine, and when he heard the words, he was stunned, and when he turned his head to look at her, he was putting it into her seemingly clear but somewhat lazy and careless gaze.

There was an inexplicable moment of panic.

He had almost forgotten what he had meant to do, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had tilted his head up and made a whole glass of wine—the glass was not too big, but he had just brought back white wine, and such a small glass immediately made him feel a little dizzy.

Ling Xiao leaned over and looked at his wine bottle, drank the glass in his hand, and then poured the white wine, raised the wine glass and touched it lightly with him.

At 12:50, it was already the countdown to the new year, and the sound of firecrackers had already sounded outside the window, and clusters of fireworks were scrambling to explode in the night.

Ling Xiao turned to look out the window, slightly distracted - once upon a time in the valley, every New Year, the disciples of Tiangong would also make all kinds of fireworks, light them and bloom, even more novel and brilliant than many fireworks in this era.

The countdown to the last few seconds was already playing on the TV.

"Three...... Two...... One! ”

At the same moment when the word "one" sounded, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks reached a climax almost instantly.

At about the same moment, a pair of arms suddenly reached behind and wrapped her around her waist.

Ling Xiao's figure stiffened slightly, but he didn't break away, just turned his head sideways.

The man's face was close at hand—there was a slight confusion in his eyes, and he was clearly drunk.

"Ling Xiao, Happy New Year." He called out to her in a daze.

"Happy New Year, Ye Lin." Ling Xiao smiled, although he didn't break away, and after a pause, he said lightly, "You're drunk." ”

Ye Lin didn't know if he heard it or not, in short, he didn't react to her words, he just tried to open his eyes and look at her fixedly for a while, and then slowly whispered:

"Ling Xiao, don't be sad."

Ling Xiao was slightly stunned, but he never answered, but after a while, he pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, noncommittal.

Ye Lin suddenly tightened his arms.

Ling Xiao lowered his head, and the man's strong arms were tightly wrapped around his waist. The girl frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about whether to break free, but at this time the man had come closer again, staring at her fixedly, and slowly opened his mouth in a hoarse voice:

"Ling Xiao, I like you."

Ling Xiao turned his head suddenly, and his gaze fell directly on him, or rather, ...... Fall on his eyes, stare into his eyes and look at him.