On Chinese New Year's Eve, Su Huai'an, Tang Yue and Duan Chuan were roasting around the stove, and Su Huai'an stretched out a pair of hands that were red from cold, "Look, my hands don't look like carrots?" ”

"Like pig's trotters." Duan Chuan was very popular.

Tang Yue smiled beside her and didn't speak.

"Duan Chuan, I found that the more you grow up, the more you can't speak, look at you, when you were a child, you spoke well and knew how to do things, you really didn't have a little cleverness when you were a child." Su Huai'an rushed at Duan Chuan for a while.

Duan Chuan shook his head, "People, they will always grow up, don't the master also talk about it every day, when you have black hair, you have to study more, so as not to regret it when you have white hair in the future, you see how good I am now, do more when I have black hair."

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