In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

A few days after the start of the winter holidays, the New Year arrived, and today was Chinese New Year's Eve. Every family is having a reunion dinner, and my family is no exception, the sea bass has been served on the table, and the hot pot can also be eaten. Some not-so-good things happened in our family this year, but now that the turmoil has basically passed, the year is still to be passed, after all, we can't always be bound by the past, everyone needs a new beginning. Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, this is exactly what the Chinese New Year is all about.

Facing a table of dishes, I was about to get off the chopsticks, and suddenly, the mobile phone "dingdong" sounded, and there was new news from QQ.

The new news at this time must be "Happy New Year"! Anyway, since someone sent a blessing message, I definitely wanted to reply, so I took out my phone.

Who could it be? I know it's definitely not Lin Haiyuan or the president. It's been so long, and they probably never had the idea of adding me to QQ, so how could they send me a New Year's message? So far, I haven't added their QQ. But still, God knows how much I wished they would reach out to me. To this day, I still have a little delusion in my heart that this message could be sent by one of them.

Of course it didn't.

But the message is "Happy New Year", yes. The person who sent it was Zhang Chufan. I replied with a "Happy New Year", and he immediately sent another one-

"Yi Yin Fei, have you had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner? I'm eating hot pot. "Then he sent me a picture of a hot pot, which he probably just took at home.

It's a coincidence, didn't I eat hot pot at home? So I replied to him—

"I started eating it right away, what a coincidence, my family also eats hot pot." Like him, I took a picture of the hot pot on the table and sent it over.

"It's so hearty!" He replied.

"I'm going to eat," I sent to him, "let's talk after dinner." "I don't want to talk and even eat for a while.

"Okay." He replied. So I put my phone aside and started concentrating on eating.

It was past eight o'clock, and my father had already finished his meal without saying a word, and left alone; My mother, who had always chewed and swallowed slowly, had finished eating; I'm still eating this table.

The New Year's Gala had already begun, but none of us seemed to be in the mood to see it. Are you tired of the same stuff year after year? Or, maybe I still have a grudge about what happened this year, in short, like when I was a child, the days of sitting together as a family and watching the Spring Festival Gala are long gone.

I went back to my room. It's my own again. It's really strange, obviously the family just got together to eat a meal, why did they suddenly feel that everyone was scattered? It was supposed to be a family evening, but we were in different rooms and doing our own thing.

Seemingly, there is nothing to say.

Even on Chinese New Year's Eve, I still have to sit alone. There is a sense of loneliness coming from all directions, infinitely magnified by the lonely night. It's as if I'm the only one left in the world. No one can communicate with each other...... No one.

I think of Hae-harashi and the president. At such a moment, they must be reunited with their respective families. How I had been chasing their footsteps before, but in the end, I still had nothing.

"What is the night tonight, the other country says the hometown." This is the sigh of the wandering wanderer on Chinese New Year's Eve.

What is the night? Although I was in my hometown, I didn't feel the sense of belonging and warmth that I should have. At this moment, there is no one to accompany you, but there is no one to miss.

"A glass of cypress leaf wine is not defeated by a thousand tears." The wanderer has a reason to cry, he can use wine to drown his sorrows, but I don't even have a reason to cry, all the loneliness and loneliness, the pain of family troubles, can only be borne by myself. The wanderer still has wine to make himself forget his sorrow for a while, but I can only keep everything in mind and not forget it for a moment.

I picked up my phone to see if anyone else had sent a message from the New Year.

At this time, everyone has their own things to do, each has someone to accompany them, and there are not many people who can think of me, and no one will talk to me deeply. Besides, everyone lives their own lives, so what is there to talk about?

But I saw a different message.

It was sent by Zhang Chufan, when I hadn't finished eating. He asked me—

"Yi Yin Fei, are you free the day after tomorrow? Would you like to hang out with me? ”

It's him again. It seems that lately, he is the only one who will take care of me when he hasn't met me. It's also rare. I'll reply to him—

"I'm sorry, I'm going to my grandmother's house the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be free."

After a while, he replied, "Okay then. So when are you free? ”

"I don't know. We'll talk about that then. "I'll reply.

Growing up, there weren't many people I had close relationships with, and I almost never hung out with my classmates, and I didn't know what I could do when I went out. Maybe Zhang Chufan is a person who often hangs out with his classmates, I think. When he finds someone to accompany him, he probably won't look for me.

Like many ordinary nights on vacation, when it was almost time to go to bed, I took a shower and went to bed.

The Chinese New Year is no different for me, after all, I am still alone. I think.