As the days passed, the streets were full of red lanterns, and the joy of the New Year shrouded everyone's heart

The year of S City is still as usual, it has become an empty city, people from all over the world have returned to their hometowns, and the high-rise buildings here are empty, except for the occasional appearance of a few people on duty

Silence and festivity are intertwined with contradictions, there are a few people left in the city on the street, most of them are from the service industry, the Chinese New Year is their busiest time, everyone walks lonely on the street, some of them may not have been home to accompany their parents for several years

Sunrise and sunset, morning and dusk alternate, everyone has a longing in their hearts, that is a longing for a distant place, maybe a relative from home, maybe a partner from another city, maybe from a loved one who has passed away in heaven, maybe from... In many, many places, this longing is more obvious on the more lively and festive days

Ling Zishan stood in his room, the Ning family's old house was in the suburbs, there were no roads, no high-rise buildings, only lush trees and forests outside the window, but this was the scene, Ling Zishan had been sitting here and watching for more than two hours

What she sees is just missing some people through these scenes, and the death of her grandmother makes Ling Zishan not only reject family affection, but also yearn for family affection, so now she cherishes the love of the two elders of the Ning family, the two elders of the Rong family, and the Fu family

Maybe in the next year, it's impossible to say who will leave, this is the truth, life and death always come quietly inadvertently

"Shanshan, what are you doing here? What about my eldest brother? When Ning Xuan pushed the door and walked in, he happened to see Ling Zishan sitting on the bed in a daze, and asked in a puzzled tone

"He said that Ning has some things, go and deal with it" Ling Zishan knew when Ning Xuan opened the door, but she didn't care about it all the time, and when Ning Xuan opened her mouth, she slowly turned her head and answered

"What's wrong with you?" Ning Xuan sensed that something was wrong with Ling Zishan, so he walked over to her and sat down, and asked in a somewhat worried tone

"It's okay, I just remembered the New Year when I was a child..."

"How was the Chinese New Year when you were a child? Is it the same as us? Ning Xuan listened to Ling Zishan's words and was suddenly very curious

Ling Zishan rarely said anything about her childhood, and she never mentioned the Ling family, so no matter how curious Ning Xuan was, when she didn't take the initiative to speak, she knew that she shouldn't ask

"When I was a child..."Ling Zishan's tone was a little long, her thoughts seemed to drift far away, and her voice seemed a little empty, "At that time, every household in the village would prepare couplets, New Year's goods, our family is no exception, grandma will always prepare a lot of delicious food and wait, but every year for the New Year, there are only two of us"

"At that time, I would stand in front of the door and look at the road every day, always hoping that my parents would appear at the intersection, even if it was not my parents, it was other relatives..."

"However, never, year after year, they have never come back to spend the New Year with us" Ling Zishan lowered her head, pinched the pattern on it with the hand holding the pillow, and had a faint smile on her face, but the smile never reached the bottom of her eyes