Cheng Jiang and An Ning chatted endlessly, from what happened at school recently to her latest lost tooth.

In the end, Cheng Jiang's mother took the phone and drove Cheng Jiang back to the room to do his homework.

"Xiao Meng, you have just finished, take a good rest, don't listen to Xiao Jiang messing around here." Cheng Jiang's mother's voice was still as gentle as ever: "...... Xiao Jiang has a birthday next month, and she must have you come too...... IT'S NOT A BIG PARTY, IT'S JUST A SMALL PARTY...... She said she's going to cry if you don't come......"

“…… Okay, then I'll go ......."

An Ning put down the phone, a little crying and laughing.

In fact, Cheng Jiang only had a short contact with her on the set of "Festive", and the time was not long, I don't know why, this child actually likes her so much.

She rubbed her chin and sighed, maybe she was really a child.

I remember that once in my previous life, An Ning went to see the great director Dong Yan and met his newborn little granddaughter at his house.

The little baby cried no matter who hugged it, but when it came to An Ning's hand, he stopped crying all of a sudden, and looked at An Ning with big eyes and a daze.

At that time, Dong Yan also said that she must be a good mother in the future.

An Ning shook her head self-deprecatingly, fortunately she hadn't had time to be a mother yet, otherwise she might have been left with a lonely orphan now......

Meng Anping finished washing the dishes, and the two of them sat with An Dadao for a while.

An Dadao was still reluctant to speak, immersed in his own thinking, and An Ning did not force him. At ten o'clock, he helped An Dadao to go to bed, and took Meng Anping home.

――――

Because it is the last day of the year, the major shopping malls are unusual, and they are still brightly lit up until now.

An Ning didn't take a taxi, and slowly walked back with Meng Anping.

"Sister, this cousin is so pitiful," Meng Anping said: "He has no relatives, he is lonely and lonely, it's really miserable." ”

Don't wait for An Ning to speak. He immediately added, "It's fine." I still have my sister as a relative, and you're still an amazing sister. ”

"Oh? Terrific? Do you really think so? ”

Meng Anping nodded vigorously: "Of course, you see, so many years." Not only did you not starve us to death. I also finished college. Now I can earn money to send me to learn piano. His eyes were sincere: "You are a wonderful sister, and you are getting better and better." ”

An Ning smiled and didn't answer immediately.

Something. She may not be able to say it to Meng Anping in her life, let him think that his sister has never left him.

The orange street lamps on the side of the street make the remnants of snow on the street glow with a warm color.

"Anping, this year is really a good year, isn't it?"

Meng Anping thought for a while and said, "Actually, it wasn't very good a few months ago, when I went to the Internet café every day to find you...... But then it got better. Sister, next year will be better......"

"yes, next year will be even better."

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“WhenIwasjustalittlegirl，Iaskedmymother，WhatwillIbeWill？ Ibepretty？ Will Iberich ...... "I had just walked downstairs to our house when An Ning's mobile phone rang again.

She picked it up and looked at it, and unexpectedly, it was Huo Ziqiu.

"Hey, Senior Huo?"

The voice over there was very noisy, An Ning didn't hear Huo Ziqiu speak for a long time, thinking that the other party had pressed the wrong key, and when he was about to hang up, Huo Ziqiu finally spoke.

"Anning, Anning......" He gently called Anning's name twice, his voice soft and ethereal.

I don't know if it's an illusion, An Ning actually felt that there was a faint lingering meaning in these four words.

However, this feeling was only fleeting, and when Huo Ziqiu spoke again, it had already changed to a tone familiar to An Ning.

"I received your text message, it's too troublesome to type, I'll call directly."

An Ning let out an "oh", and didn't know what to say.

has known Huo Ziqiu for three or four months, and An Ning's cognition of this actor has been repeated.

At the beginning, he reached out to an unknown little actor, so that An Ning got the first heroine in his life, and at that time, An Ning felt that he could still become friends with the actor if he managed it well.

Who knows that after the start-up, Huo Ziqiu's mood didn't know why, it was very sluggish all of a sudden, and the low air pressure shrouded the crew. Although they are the male and female protagonists, the interaction between the two is really pitiful, and there is almost no communication outside the play.

Later, he persuaded An Ning to sign a contract with Shen Ping, and the two became a little familiar with each other a little later.

To be honest, An Ning didn't expect this cold actor to reply to his group text messages.

But Huo Ziqiu not only replied, but also replied directly by phone.

An Ning listened to the noisy background sound on the phone and asked, "Why is it so noisy over there?" ”

"I'm ...... in Victoria Harbour"

"Hong Kong? At this point, there should be a lot of people there waiting to see the countdown. ”

"Well, a lot of people, men and women, old and young, are huddled together."

An Ning joked: "Then you have to be careful, try to stand on a high place as much as possible, so as not to be stepped on." ”

Although it was a joke, Huo Ziqiu replied very seriously: "I'm standing very high now, no one can step on me." ”

Once again, An Ning had nothing to say.

Huo Ziqiu on the other side of the phone also quieted down all of a sudden, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

"Work hard, Anning. I'll help you get what you want......" Huo Ziqiu finally spoke, his voice like a sigh from a distant place.

An Ning was confused, thought about it, and replied to him seriously: "Don't worry, I will work hard to squeeze Zhang Die down early......"

Before she finished speaking, the other side had already cut off the call.

"Sister, whose phone is it?"

An Ning glanced at his mobile phone suspiciously, and said casually: "Selling English." ”

――――

Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour.

Huo Ziqiu, who "sells English", is sitting on the large bay window of the hotel, looking at the crowded heads on both sides of Victoria Harbour and smiling.

Every once in a while, there will be a few brilliant fireworks in the sky, accompanied by the cheers and screams of the crowd downstairs, which is completely a scene of joy and joy.

Huo Ziqiu's mobile phone was placed next to him, the screen was on, and one text message after another poured into his mobile phone.

Early this morning, Wang Donglei flew to Hong Kong with him, helped him check in, and immediately took a plane back to work.

The tatami mats, the small table, and the red wine on the bay window had been prepared a long time ago, and he had been sitting here for four or five hours since dinner.

Chinese New Year's Eve, for Huo Ziqiu, is a very suitable moment to remember. (To be continued......)