On Chinese New Year's Eve, the sky of the sea market is full of fire trees and silver flowers, and the colorful meteors will shine on the night of the riverside as beautiful as day. Toast. Blessing. The picture of wishing everything frozen at this moment is reminding people that time flies, the stars change, the long river of years moves forward for another year, and how many joys and sorrows will be interpreted in the bittersweet years...

Standing on the glass terrace on the top floor of the tallest building in Haishi, looking out the window at the dazzling night scene, colorful fireworks, and beautiful neon, the city seems to have unconcealed joy, Shen Xudong feels like a spectator in the time tunnel...

A bottle of 20-year-old French Bordeaux red wine, swaying with amber aroma, flowing with soft and warm light in the clear crystal glass, Haitian does not know when to wrap his solid arms from behind, there is a kind of wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk with confusion...

The crystal dripping fragrance froze the look of Haitian's gaze, and the creamy wine juice shook with the goblet, and the glass was raised to his lips, and his emotions once again diffused and sank...

She likes his imminent melancholy in his radiant spirit, a faint shyness like mellow wine, just like the delicate and smooth elixir in her cup, she sent her red lips at the right time, lightly relieved Luo Shang, and went on the Lanzhou alone, he was once again submerged by her waves, he didn't want to go ashore, he just wanted to indulge in the spaciousness of the sea in this life...

The fluffy beige carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window once again became the stage for her to conquer him, accompanied by the colorful fireworks outside the window, he once again rippled with passion, as if he was sowing seeds for the coming spring...

In the elegant violin music in the room, he and her hugged each other affectionately in the sweat, looking at his deep eyes with a kind of sadness after years of precipitation, she said faintly: "Dear, what are you thinking?" ”

Seeing his silence, she kissed his jaw and continued, "Don't you think our marriage is the most beautiful contract? Because we all have the spirit of contract, right? Grow together, I am your unique harbor, so my dear, listen to your heart's call and be the master of your own heart, right? I like your faint feeling, I like your madness after being conquered by me, don't deliberately hide it anymore, because you are the cheese that will always belong to me, don't recall your past vows, those are all some people who have no confidence in love and possessiveness begging for emotion, they are talking about dreams, I don't care about your acting in the business field, because our union is as eternal as a diamond, because we are fellow travelers, there is no partner in this world who knows each other better than us, Profit and pleasure will make us icing on the cake..."

The language of the needle hidden in the cotton, the dragonfly is knocking on his recent love waves and Fang Dingding's true and illusory scandal, he knows it but is powerless to break free, her eyes are like a sharp sword always hitting his heart, she is really his weakness, he doesn't know whether he fell into her warm trap in order to survive, or can't help but have a soft spot for her domineering possessiveness, and deep down in his heart to find a far-fetched excuse for his hypocrisy and filth...

He didn't want to answer, and he couldn't answer, her plump body hit warmly again, her full lips kissed his handsome face at the right time, domineering to announce her supreme sovereignty to him, at this time, he and Jiang Hao's mountain alliance and sea oath were once again scattered in the cracks of the ends of the world...

Just like that, crazy in the intoxicated fireworks, forgetting time and space, a text message sound from a mobile phone jumped on the screen, it was actually her! Xiaoyu's mother, Mo Yuxi, the text message is very simple, only one sentence, don't go to Xiaoyu's grave to cry, you will defile her path to reincarnation in the next life...

Lin Fei's rare leisure time on Chinese New Year's Eve made him feel precious, standing in front of the window of the old house of less than 60 square meters, looking at the sleepless night full of flowers, he silently prayed in his heart for the peace of the years...

The wife who didn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers cooked for the first time, and as a result, a pot of dumplings turned into a piece of soup, Lin Fei in this situation suddenly strongly missed the fragrant northern pies of Lanxin, the smooth Yangchun noodles in the mouth, and all kinds of unique delicacies, as if she was generous, elegant, and the taste of missing made him hungry...

This Chinese New Year's Eve wife is surprisingly excited, the usually lifeless home seems to have a little breath, but Lin Fei's year-end got back the year-end bonus of eighteen thousand, this little southern woman smiled after seeing the red yuan and counted N times, and then the most she said after chasing Lin Fei throughout the night was "Hey, how have you been doing it lately?" Why can't I see your shadow when I'm old? What are you up to? I didn't see how much money I got back, but I went home less and less, don't you want our family, you have to figure it out, if you dare to cheat? Will I take my children to your unit? ”

She muttered the same paragraph repeatedly, her black and yellow teeth were a little hideous in the moonlight, her drooping eyelids were full of resentment, and the strangeness that Lin Fei couldn't laugh or cry in her heart faintly hit...

This marriage is the product of the initial stage of his life, when he only wanted to gain a firm foothold in the market, he hastily chose his own marriage, this marriage, except for a lively and lovely son, the rest is just a blank, the communication time between the two is almost zero, the resentment in the wife's heart, Lin Fei's income is stretched, so that the relationship between the two has fallen to the freezing point, maybe the so-called mutual affection is each other's boredom to old age, it turns out that the longest life is not what he loves the most, nor does he love him the most, It's just that the person who appeared at the right time burst into tears several times in his heart...

At this moment of laughter and singing and drinking together, he remembered Lan Xin who quietly parted, the same festival, the same sleepless night but the situation of ice and fire, he seemed to see Lan Xin's sorrowful parting on the water side under the lonely lamp on a cold night...

Because of an inexplicable disaster, which brought her endless pain, and died alone in a foreign land, he remembered a poem as if she was in this situation: "The lonely night is cold and the lamp is sleepless, and what happened to the Yiren turned sad..."

This Chinese New Year's Eve is the unforgettable cold of Lanxin and Yue Ling, without the hustle and bustle of thousands of lights, the night of Linxi Wetland without the boatman boating on a moonlit night, and some are just the green grass moving with the wind on the water and the footsteps of the returning waterfowl...

Lan Xin's waist has gradually become conscious, every day she will be on crutches for half an hour of rehabilitation training from time to time, Yue Ling's novel is almost finished, but when she can stand up again has become a lingering pain in her heart, whenever Lin Fei's figure appears in front of her eyes at this time, the wind and dust are haggard, the stubborn edges and corners in the slightly dark face, the shallow loneliness in the silence...

She sat on the sundeck in the living room for a long time, the lonely cold wind blew her slender figure, but she had been contemplating for a long time, her eyes were full of tears, and she quietly put on a coat behind her, Yue Ling pushed her wheelchair in the moonlight and looked up at the starry sky with her, they didn't know that the moon could clear the clouds and fog that year, so that they could return to the place where the lights of ten thousand homes were gone...

The boundless sea, the waves rolling from the horizon, the seaside is deep and dreamy under the night light, Jiang Hao stands on the beach and blows the sea breeze, smells the smell of the sea, listens to the sound of waves crashing one after another, and doesn't know where to go in the future...

Slowly the wind on the sea, the waves instantly became turbulent, and there were scattered fireworks in the distance, like meteors crossing the cosmic sky, and she reluctantly looked up at the sky...

Back in the apartment, the nanny has already fallen asleep, Jiang Hao's father has died of illness a few years ago, and his mother has already immigrated to Australia with her uncle, but she doesn't know the unknown fate at the moment...

Sitting at the desk in the study, she turned on the computer, the QQ chat frame belonging to her and Shen Xudong was like a pool of stagnant water, her uncontrollable thoughts hit like a tide, she agreed with him not to chat in WeChat, she mustered up the courage to leave a paragraph to his QQ: "Love turned out to be a smile and drinking poisonous wine, enduring your coldness, filled with my sadness, I don't know where you are**, I only know that my eyes are full of tears, things are wrong, the past cannot be chased, but at this time, inadvertently, will you remember the belated gift..."

The hustle and bustle of Chinese New Year's Eve slowly tired in the early morning bell, he and she hugged each other in the madness of the phantom music, like a honeymoon couple with endless love, a slight mobile phone prompt sound streaked across the silence of the night, her hound-like sense of smell sleepy looking for the source of the sound, it turned out to be in the corner of the cloakroom in his leather bag, his other mobile phone, a string of words jumped in front of her eyes, her expression became more and more cold under the moonlight, she deleted the message, put the phone back in place...