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The annual Chinese New Year's Eve is here in a blink of an eye.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Han Jingnian went to the supermarket alone, he bought a lot of New Year's goods, filled seven large bags, and carried them home from the underground parking lot in three times.

He sorted the New Year goods he bought one by one in the refrigerator, then put on HelloKitty's apron and began to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Three hours later, a table full of color and fragrance of Chinese New Year's Eve was placed on the table.

He took off his apron and habitually shouted, "Good night, it's time to eat." ”

In response to him was the silence of habit.

Han Jingnian pursed his lips and stood at the dining table for a while, then walked to the place where Xia Wanhao used to like to sit, pulled the chair away gently, and then he took a spoon and put a bowl of soup in front of the chair.

Bypassing the dining table and sitting directly across from that position, Han Jingnian filled himself a bowl of soup.

While he moved his chopsticks, he occasionally put a chopstick dish on the opposite plate, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He suddenly put down his chopsticks, turned his head to look out the window with hot eyes, and after his mood stabilized, he didn't move the chopsticks again, but casually raised his fingertips and slid them on the table.

At first, he just swiped and stroked randomly, and his fingertips became two words: An An.

An An, An An, An An......

When he didn't know how many times he had written the name, he suddenly remembered that once when he came home, she was sitting alone in the restaurant eating, and when he went into the restaurant to get water, he saw the word "Wei" left on her desktop, and he wondered what she had written...... Now he finally understood.

She didn't write "Wei", she wrote "Han...... Han Jingnian's "Han".

On the dining table that day, as today, there were two pieces of chopsticks, and he was also curious about how she used them alone...... Now that he has experienced that scene and taste, he understands it all.

During the time when he neglected her, she was like him now, silently staying in this house alone, swallowed by loneliness, infected by longing, and then using two dishes and chopsticks to create the illusion that he was at home......

"Meow~"

A milky cat meow pulled Han Jingnian's mind back.

He turned his head to look at the marble table next to him, and it was the small mirror that jumped on the table, crouching next to it, tilting his head and looking at himself.

He stretched out his slender and clean fingertips and gently stroked the head of the little mirror, which narrowed its eyes comfortably.

Looking at such a small mirror, Han Jingnian's eyebrows and eyes instantly warmed up, he seemed to see her through the small mirror, his eyes became more and more gentle, I don't know how long it took, he touched the fingertips of the small mirror and slowly stopped, he stood stunned for a moment, then flashed his eyes slightly, and said: "Little mirror, I miss her very much." ”

I miss her very much.

The little mirror seemed to understand the meaning of Han Jingnian's words, and with a "woo", the whole cat lay listlessly on the dining table.

"Little mirror, I didn't protect her well......"

The little mirror turned her head and licked Han Jingnian's palm.

"Little mirror, are you comforting me? Don't worry, I'll be fine...... They all thought I woke up because of my grandmother, but it wasn't...... I woke up because of her......"