Song Li took two sips of the drink and told Qu Ran about meeting Chen Xi in the shopping plaza, but he didn't mention anything about Jiang Yao and Chen Hao.

Qu Ran took a puff of the cigarette handed over by Han Xiaomo, choked on it, coughed twice and replied, "That Chen Xi is really interesting to you." ”

Song Li said, "You smoke less, I am most annoyed by the people around me who smoke, and so do you." As he spoke, he reached over and grabbed Han Xiaomo's cigarette.

"Where's your Ran Chang'an?" Han Xiaomo dodged sideways and diverted the topic.

"He's far away, it's an hour and a half to come." Song Li sighed, leaned on the sofa and said, but the phone rang, and it was his mother at first glance.

"What's wrong?" Song Li asked.

"Your grandma will make dumplings tomorrow and ask you to come over and eat together."

"Oh, got it, I'll go over at noon." Song Li lowered his head and took off the thread on his pants, and suddenly remembered something, "Ah, by the way, I bought you the clothes, it's the red one you tried yesterday, 170, you tried it yesterday is so big, right?" ”

"Well, how much did you spend?" Mom asked.

"Today's shopping mall is doing activities, and the discount is 80% off, and I can spend more than 400 on my card, which is almost more than 100 cheaper, okay, you can do it if you like."

"Then you come over tomorrow and I'll give you the money."

"No need, at the end of the year, Sister Jiang settled the money from my part-time job, and it was all my New Year's gift to you." Song Li smiled.

"This kid, really." Mom smiled on the other end of the phone, "Ah, and," Mom's voice suddenly became smaller, probably afraid that grandma would hear it, "You can go to see your dad when you have time these two days and send something to eat, he has a bad stomach, I'm afraid he can't eat well in it and can't digest well." ”

"Well," Song Li replied, nodding unconsciously, "I'll remember it, give him some more money." ”

"Well, okay, don't play with Qu Ran too late, remember to lock the door when you get home at night, and if it's cold, go to the cupboard and get the thick quilt."

"Got it, Mom." Song Li agreed, "Today, the snow has melted outside, the road is very dirty, and the road is a little slippery, don't go too far with your grandma at night." ”

"Don't go out, your grandma has a heart discomfort again today, she just took medicine, and she is lying on the sofa watching TV."

"Oh, okay, then you guys watch TV, don't talk about it."

"Well, I'll go back early."

"Uh-huh." Song Li replied and hung up the phone.

"Auntie, are you okay now?" Qu Ran saw Song Li hang up the phone and asked.

"It's okay, it's a little relieved now, but you can't stay alone, it's always cranky to stay alone, it's better to stay at grandma's house, and it saves grandma from worrying." Song Li replied.

"I'll go see my aunt another day." Qu Ran said.

"Oh, forget it, my mother panicked when she saw you. The whole society has lost its footing, my mother is not worried that you have brought me badly, I am still worried that you have brought my mother badly. Song Li smiled.

"Cut!" Qu Ran glanced at Song Li, and whistled again, "Oh, Miss Song, someone is here!" ”

Song Li looked up and saw that Chang'an had just entered the bar and was looking for them everywhere.

"Here!" Song Li got up and waved his hand, then lowered his head and warned the two people, "I tell you, the attitude is better!" ”

Chang An walked over with a smile and politely greeted Qu Ran and Han Xiaomo.

"Hey, you're here, please!" Qu Ran greeted him with a coquettish look, Han Xiaomo got up and nodded slightly with Chang'an, "Long time no see." ”

Chang'an also smiled politely, "Long time no see." ”

After a commotion, everyone in the bar stared at the electronic screen and began to count down.

Kombu stood in the center of the stage, holding a microphone and shouting, "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" Happy New Year! Then he hugged his daughter-in-law and kissed him affectionately, and the band on the stage and the audience coaxed for a while.

Song Li stretched out his hands and cheered loudly with everyone, then sat down with a slightly red cheek, and smiled at Chang An beside him, "Happy New Year." ”

Chang'an looked at Song Li dotingly, holding Song Li's other hand with one hand, and smiled slightly, "Happy New Year." Then with a slight force, he took Song Li into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss him.

Everyone in the bar was celebrating, Han Xiaomo pulled Qu Ran to a corner where no one was paying attention, Qu Ran pressed against Han Xiaomo's forehead, with a drunken face, Han Xiaomo looked at Qu Ran obsessively, and then whispered close to her ear, "Qu Ran, Happy New Year." The restless music in the bar accompanied everyone to welcome a new beginning, and the dim lights flickered through every corner of the bar, but it did not illuminate the kissing couple in the corner.

Chen Xi turned off all the lights in the room, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the neon city, the mobile phone screen on the sofa was always on, it was a congratulatory text message sent by various friends, he quietly drank the beer in his hand, and whispered to the city overlooking, "Song Li, Happy New Year." ”

Jiang Yao's carefully prepared candlelight dinner was not attended, and the child was sent back to his mother yesterday, just so that he could spend an unforgettable two-person world with him today, but he still didn't come after midnight. The mobile phone rang, Jiang Yao clicked on WeChat, and the name of the note was "Mr. Chen", "I'm sorry, it's too late today, I will compensate you next time." Putting down the phone, a person looked at the red wine in the glass, and tears still fell uncontrollably.

This city has given us so many joys and sorrows, we have cried and laughed. Behind every delicate face shuttling through the city, there have been two slaps by a person called "life", the left face is growth, and the right face is called youth. In every tired dream, we are vividly immersed in something called "dream", and then we are suddenly awakened by the alarm clock of life, open our eyes, put on our shoes, that thing called youth, take root, so we look at the mirror along the established trajectory to tear the flesh and blood like infinite growth, there is something in the heart that falls off from the flesh uncontrollably, we watch, but always powerless, life opens its bloody mouth to tell us that the years will not flow backwards. Human nature is peeled off little by little in the long river of time, and we pick up all the glamorous things on the river and piece them together in the broken heart, but they are washed away by our conscience little by little. We *come, *go, all of us struggle towards the only entrance to the sea, and all those who have been separated in life will eventually meet there with tears streaming down their faces.