When Song Wanwan and Song's father and mother arrived at their uncle's house, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

When they arrived, the living room of the uncle's house was full of people, the relatives of the family came, the elders sat together and chatted about homely things, the children were around the TV, watching cartoons, young people of the same age, the men were holding their hands and the team was leading the team to fight the king, and the women were all kinds of selfies and Douyin, TV, chat, music, all kinds of noisy sounds were intertwined, although it was a little noisy, but it was very lively.

Chinese New Year! Isn't that how it should be?

Song Wanwan gave her uncle a New Year's greeting and said two auspicious words, and the uncle took out a red envelope and handed it to her with a smile, and said half-jokingly: "When you get married and become a family, you won't have to receive the New Year's money!" ”

"Then I have to delay it for a few more years, so that my uncle can give me a few more years of New Year's money!"

"Hehehe, you ghost...... You're not too young, and it's time to think about your personal problems! Uncle said kindly.

"Uncle! Why are you like my mother, talking about this when we meet? I hate it to death......" Song Wanwan was very depressed, and after complaining with a dissatisfied face, she ran away.

She was afraid that if she continued to stay, the long-winded "marriage urging theory" came again.

Coming to the balcony, Song Wanwan looked at the crowd coming and going downstairs, and thought about Du Yuze a little.

Don't know what he's doing?

Just when Song Wanwan was thinking about Du Yuze, the mobile phone in her pocket shook a few times.

Song Wanwan took out her mobile phone and saw that it was WeChat sent by Du Yuze, and when she clicked on it, it was several WeChat red envelopes.

The first is 520, the second is 1314, and the third is 888, which means the new year.

"Cut! Is it so cheesy? Song Wanwan whispered.

It's just that although she spit out Du Yuze's New Year's red envelope to show her love is very cheesy, but her heart is sweet, and even the corners of her mouth are hooked with sweet arcs.

Clicking on the keyboard of the mobile phone, Song Wanwan was just about to reply to him, but Du Yuze sent another message.

"I miss you so much!"

Seeing this information, Song Wanwan's heart was like being injected into a large jar of honey, except that it was sweet or sweet.

The fingers that stopped on the keyboard of the mobile phone paused slightly, and Song Wanwan deleted the message that was originally going to be sent, and then typed "I miss you too!" These four words were sent to the past.

Du Yuze didn't reply to the message for a long time, thinking that he might be busy with something, and just in time for dinner again, Song Wanwan didn't care, put away his mobile phone and returned to the house.

A large family sits together to eat, it is very lively, it is rare to go home, and it is the Spring Festival, Song Wanwan is naturally very happy, and it is rare to get together.

But......

chatting and chatting, getting married, falling in love, and when the topic of work comes to her again, she is not happy.

"Late! How's it going, did you find a target? Why don't you let Ruirui's boyfriend introduce you to one? "It's Song Wanwan's third aunt who asked, people, they don't have any bad intentions, they just like to compare.

This time, her daughter brought back a talented and good-looking boyfriend, and it seemed that the family conditions were not bad, so it was no wonder that she wanted to take this opportunity to show off in front of her relatives.

Song Wanwan, who had long been accustomed to it, replied with a polite smile: "Thank you for the kindness of the third aunt, you won't trouble your future cousin-in-law!" ”

"What a hassle! You're not too young, it's time to find a suitable partner! The third aunt glanced at the man next to her daughter, and her face showed indescribable pride and pride.

"Hehe, what the third aunt said is, that ...... I'm ready to eat, you all use it slowly! Song Wanwan smiled perfunctorily and agreed, while finding an excuse to get off the dinner table.

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