Shen Qingmeng left, although Lao Shen still invited Ji Xinghe to spend the Spring Festival together, but without her in the Spring Festival, it was very twisted, so Ji Xinghe politely declined Lao Shen's invitation.

Lao Shen also understood, and did not ask for it again. Jiang Nan also invited Ji Xinghe to celebrate the New Year with him, but he was also politely refused.

After buying ingredients in the supermarket and going home, Ji Xinghe was very glad that he had bought this haven for himself in the city early, so that he would not have to stay in the empty base now.

Shen Qingmeng joined the project team, as if he was back in the summer camp, getting up early, and then staying in the laboratory all day, eating, and sleeping.

The difference is that now there is a 12-hour time difference between the two people, but they can still communicate smoothly.

Soon it was the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the taste of the New Year was very strong at home, but it was a very common Friday abroad.

In the morning, their classmate Emily smiled and asked Shen Qingmeng if he would attend the party at night?

Shen Qingmeng looked dazed.

These people are really keen on having a party, when she first arrived, she celebrated the start of the project team, and then the birthday party, all the days worth celebrating, there is a party.

“Of course.” Lin Jing's voice came from behind him.

Shen Qingmeng was even more dazed.

"Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, you won't forget it."

"I haven't forgotten, but the party in the Chinese New Year's Eve?"

"They just want to go to my place for hot pot. Celebrating the New Year together? ”

Being in a foreign country and celebrating the Chinese New Year with a group of foreigners is truly a new experience.

Shen Qingmeng raised his eyebrows as Lin Jing looked: "But it's disrespectful." ”

At the end of the day's work, Lin Jing drove Shen Qingmeng to the supermarket to buy ingredients together. Lin Jing pushed the cart and instructed Shen Qingmeng to take all kinds of food from the freezer from the shelves and throw them into the cart.

"You celebrate the New Year like this every year?"

"That's right, I eat hot pot with a group of foreigners every year."

"I see you also have a research project during the summer vacation, how long has it been since you returned to China?"

"It's been a year and a half, my parents have come once, and they even went to a party."

Shen Qingmeng smiled, with a hint of embarrassment. When did she and Lin Jing need to rely on awkward chats to ease the atmosphere, they used to always lose each other, there was endless black material and an eternally happy atmosphere.

Lin Jing seemed to be aware of this, sighed faintly, and shifted the topic to research.

Talking about this project and Shen Qingmeng's own research, the topic was opened up at once. Lin Jing's poisonous tongue was still the same, and Shen Qingmeng also fought back, as if he was back in the summer camp for a while.

Seventy-seven eighty-eight bought a cart of ingredients, and Shen Qingmeng was a little dumbfounded: "Can you eat so much?" ”

Lin Jing replied lightly: "There are more people than you think. ”

Although he had already made psychological expectations, he was still shocked to see at least a dozen people in the hall.

Lin Jing's small apartment naturally couldn't accommodate so many people, and the landlord of the apartment cleaned up the table top in the hall on the first floor and put a huge pot with boiling water in it.

The car stopped at the door, and I don't know who shouted inside, and several people came out of Hulala, delivering ingredients from the trunk to the house, and a table was set up full.

Lin Jing rolled up his sleeves, put the base and ingredients into the pot, and held the bowl in a circle next to him, looking at the people in the pot.

The pot was bubbling and bubbling, and someone next to it put the music on. The people who were not gathered around the table danced in the hall in pairs.

Shen Qingmeng held a glass of sparkling water, looked at the lively atmosphere in the hall, and smiled slightly.

I don't know when, Lin Jing had already left the table, bent down slightly at her, and stretched out his hand: "Do you want to dance?" ”

Shen Qingmeng looked at the table, the lid of the cauldron had been closed, and it seemed that a lot of things had been put into it, and it was going to be boiled for a while.

Lin Jing also looked at the table, and then smiled slyly at her: "I put a lot of boilable ones, but I have to cook them for a while, and I won't delay eating after dancing." ”

Shen Qingmeng was amused by his "careful machine", put the cup aside, and stretched out his hand to hand it to him. Lin Jing put his hand on his hand and pulled Shen Qingmeng to get up: "Waltz or tango?" ”

The last time I danced tango was on her birthday, with Meng Cen . Dancing with Lin Jing, the enthusiasm of tango was afraid that it would be the same as Meng Cen, which made Shen Qingmeng feel uncomfortable, so he smiled and said, "Waltz."

Just at the end of the song, Lin Jing snapped his fingers and shouted, "Jimmy, waltz." Someone across the crowd responded: "OK!" ”

The beautiful melody of the waltz sounded, and Lin Jing held her hand and led her to slide slowly.

In the middle of the dance floor, a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes also slid here with his female companion.

Seeing Lin Jing and Shen Qingmeng, his eyes widened slightly: "Wow~~Your moonlight?" ”

Lin Jing coughed a little embarrassed twice: "Eric! ”

Eric and her companion laughed twice at the same time, and gradually parted from them.

Shen Qingmeng seemed to understand the meaning of their brief conversation, but he didn't expect that two years later, he still had to face this matter.

At that time, she had already made it very clear, but reason couldn't control such a thing as feelings.

For Lin Jing's feelings, she couldn't respond. can only be regarded as ignorance to avoid embarrassment.

Coincidentally, Lin Jing seemed to think the same way. The two of them kept silent about what had just happened very tacitly, and finished dancing quietly.

A group of people who had just gathered around the pot saw him finish jumping, and they were all greeting: "Hey Lin!" ”

Lin Jing walked over, lifted the lid of the pot as if it was holding some ceremony, looked at the dishes in the pot, and announced that it was ready to eat.

The crowd immediately erupted in cheers, ignoring the steaming heat in the pot, forks and spoons fell together.

Lin Jing greeted Shen Qingmeng and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

I have to say that when it comes to fishing food from hot pot, in addition to a colander, chopsticks are the most convenient.

Two pairs of chopsticks fished out most of the food in the pot, and in the shouting of a group of people, Shen Qingmeng and Lin Jing looked at each other and smiled.

After eating hot pot and dancing, and drinking some wine, Shen Qingmeng walked to the terrace and called Ji Xinghe.

The video was quickly connected, and Ji Xinghe's smiling face appeared on the screen. He still has some flour on his hands, the kitchen in the background, and some wrapped dumplings on the table behind him.

"How does it feel to celebrate the New Year alone?"

"Are you still used to spending the New Year abroad?"

Both of them asked questions at the same time, and they both laughed again.

Ji Xinghe replied first: "It feels good, and it's not very lonely." Cooking, eating, and playing games are not as miserable as imagined. ”

Shen Qingmeng tilted the camera of his mobile phone a little more, so that he could see the scene of "demons dancing" behind him: "I am very lively here, and my classmates are more enthusiastic about the Chinese New Year than we are." And my classmate from the summer camp, Lin Jing, who is also from our project team. ”

"It turns out that there are still compatriots, no wonder it is so lively."

"How was the Spring Race? I don't even have time to watch your game. ”

"QMG's form has slipped a bit this year, but it's going to get better, no problem."