"In a few days, it will be the Chinese New Year's Eve, Bingbing, let's pick up Dad...."

"I still have to clean the house. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Wu Bing was wrapped in a bear pajamas, holding Qiuqiu, and watching the boring variety show on TV in a trance.

Wu Peng, who was suddenly interrupted, completely lost the courage to say this request again, and every year the Chinese New Year's Eve would make Wu Peng a little broken, on the one hand, the bitter pleas of his parents, and on the other hand, his sister holding in the palm of his hand. Whenever he saw the bitter expressions on his parents' wrinkled faces, his heart was sullen. But whenever I came back and saw the cold expression on my sister's face, I resented what my parents had done in the first place. He's very uncomfortable, really uncomfortable....

Tang Xiaoqing stepped on flat shoes, wore a long down jacket, hurriedly got out of the car without makeup and ran towards the man who was leaning on the car and was smoking, the man glanced at the woman with a worried face, threw away the cigarette butt, and hugged the woman in his arms, his strong arms hugged her tightly, eager to rub her into his body.

Tang Xiaoqing was a little painful, frowned and didn't say anything, he also hugged him tightly, and asked softly, "Are you okay?" ”

“.....”

“... Wu Peng, I apologize to you on behalf of my brother, I don't know...."

"It's none of your business." Wu Peng was slightly stunned, hugged the little man in his arms again, and whispered. "I'm tired."

"Hmm."

"With my parents on one side and my sister on the other, I don't know what to do."

"Hmm."

Tang Xiaoqing can't do anything now, Wu Peng just forgave her, she doesn't understand, she doesn't dare to ask Wu Peng's family, she can only listen quietly.

Wu Peng sighed, he found that the little man in his arms had changed, the girl who used to be always chattering around him very noisily had changed, as long as he was unhappy, this little girl would twitter and pretend to be ugly and stupid to make him happy, but now, she didn't dare to ask, he couldn't be clearer about her.

"Tang Xiaoqing, I don't know why I forgave you so quickly. At the beginning, I always wanted to give you back the pain you once gave me, so I kept making things difficult for you, but watching you feel empathy every time you are frustrated, every time you are scolded by others, and trampled on by others. Later, I thought about it, I can't let myself be miserable, so I'll forgive you, don't be wrong. ”

"Yes, I know." Tang Xiaoqing's face was buried in his arms, the tears flowing from his face wet his light-colored coat, but the corners of his mouth kept rising.

.......

Time flies, and in a few days it is the New Year in the blink of an eye. Wu Bing took the little red clothes for Qiuqiu to wear, his mood and spirit were half better, and Wu Peng also stood at the door with a couplet, greeting everyone who passed by a happy New Year.

"Brother. You say, isn't the clothes I chose for Qiuqiu a little girly? Wu Bing stood aside, touching his chin and looking at Qiuqiu, who was lying on the floor with an aggrieved face.

"I think it's good." Wu Peng glanced at the dissatisfied Qiuqiu, reached out and rubbed its head, and entered the kitchen with a smile. Wu Bing smiled, ran over and kissed Qiuqiu despite his dislike, sat on the ground and hugged Qiuqiu, who was dissatisfied and struggling, and didn't let go. It wasn't until the phone rang that he let go of Qiuqiu, watched Qiuqiu run away, and pouted: "Little white-eyed wolf." ”

Bastard: Happy New Year.

Wu Bing looked at the first New Year's message on his phone, his expression was a little gloomy, and he couldn't see the happy expression of receiving his text messages in the past. pursed her lips, deleted the text message, deleted the phone number in the communication, and threw it on the sofa, the girl stood still and looked at the phone for a few seconds, then turned around and went into the kitchen.

Which one is better or faster? It hurts the heart.

......

The inch-headed man sat on the sofa, looked up at the middle-aged woman in the kitchen from time to time, kept turning the mobile phone in his big hand, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he had plucked up a lot of courage, opened the mobile phone and edited the new text message: Fat girl, New Year.... The man's fingers suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and thought about it, frowned unhappily, lowered his head and deleted them all, and began to edit again: I'm sorry....

Delete. The man leaned back on the sofa and let out a sigh of helplessness, as if a blessing text message was a great difficulty.

"Big Fly!" A woman's cry came from the kitchen.

Qiao Fei glanced at his phone and simply threw it aside, "Hey! Here comes Aunt Qiu! ”

......

"Shimmer. Let's go to the supermarket and buy some groceries. "Yuan Mei without makeup is naturally beautiful, but the years are not forgiving, the age will not change, and the small wrinkles in front of her eyes are also a little obvious. But she wore a light gray down jacket, her long hair was also high and coiled, she was wearing black leggings, a pair of cowhide snow boots, and she didn't look like someone who was about to 30.

Fan Shuo, who was still distracted, was called back by her, turned his head and smiled softly, looked at her dress, nodded, and gave appreciation: "It's very good-looking, like a student." Fan Shuo raised his hand and took her outstretched hand to let her sit next to her, with a smile on his usually expressionless face all the time.

Since he took Yuan Mei home that day, the next day he found someone to go to the house rented by Yuan Mei to move his luggage, and let her live with him, when she learned that Yuan Mei rented the room with a small environment and poor environment, she felt more guilty in her heart, he thought that if it wasn't for himself and the Tang family, Yuan Mei would not have fallen to this point.

"Shuo, Xiaomei doesn't feel like it... I like me very much..."Yuan Mei glanced at Xiaomei, who was lying on her stomach, and pursed her mouth a little aggrieved.

"Xiaomei recognizes life, and it will slowly become ripe. Don't worry. Fan Shuo smiled and touched her face, comforting softly.

"You're still good to me." Yuan Mei kissed him on the face, opened her hands to hug his neck, and on Fan Shuo's invisible face, the bright smile just now was slowly disappearing....

"Let's go to the supermarket and buy something, huh?"

"Okay."

At night, red lanterns hang on the balconies of every house. Every building is brightly lit, every house and every moment everyone is waiting for the arrival of the New Year, dazzling fireworks explode in the dark night sky, and children lie on the windows and point to the fireworks and shout excitedly to adults.

Wu Bing and Wu Peng sat at the dining table, watching the sketches of the Spring Festival Gala while wrapping dumplings, and laughed a few times from time to time.

Qiao Fei lay on his back on the sofa, watched the sketches on TV, and glanced at Aunt Qiu, who was happily making dumplings, with a relieved smile on her face, still holding her mobile phone in her hand, as if she was waiting for someone's reply.

Yuan Mei leaned on Fan Shuo's arms, there were dumplings bought from the supermarket on the table, Fan Shuo had a cold face, one hand was on Yuan Mei's shoulder, and the other hand turned the mobile phone in his hand, at this moment he hoped that he was in his arms with her.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone seems to be happy, but in fact, they have their own thoughts.