The snow is getting thicker and the calendar is thinning.

The days are always repeating monotonous songs, and turning the pages day by day makes people numb. But no matter how monotonous the time is, there will always be a little sweetness inadvertently.

Maybe it's the two little snowmen standing side by side on the playground, or Xu Qinghe who was almost buried in the snow just to bring a breakfast to Qiao Wei and waited for the store to open. Maybe Qiao Wei, who ran to several regions to select materials in order to cook a bowl of porridge for Xu Qinghe, who was sick.

Or Liu Jiayao's shocking move, in order to deliver medicine to the stubborn Zhou Ting, he ran in the snow with only a shirt, and got himself to a severe cold and went to the doctor.

The doctor asked him in confusion, "Young man, what do you mean by asking for two pills?" Even if you're as strong as an ox, you don't need two pills to be cured. ”

However, when Liu Jiayao delivered medicine to Zhou Ting, he realized that Zhou Ting had already been treated, and she was not as sick as Liu Jiayao.

"What's that called? Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice. Hahahaha······" Yuan Ming and the others did not sympathize with his plight, but gloated a little.

"Be careful of being infected by me. I won't wear a mask in the future, so you can bury me with me. Liu Jiayao was furious.

"Lao Liu, you have to think twice about this. Think about it, if Qinghe and Xinghe fall, they will be taken care of, and you will be the one who will be injured in the end. Why bother? Yuan Ming hurriedly admonished.

Liu Jiayao fell on the bed in despair.

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The New Year is coming.

"Happy New Year. Can you come the night after tomorrow? Take you to see the fireworks, Qinghe's exclusive fireworks. Xu Qinghe's message

made Qiao Wei, who was watching the Spring Festival Gala, suddenly nervous.

"You said so, wouldn't it be too faceless for me not to go." Qiao Wei quietly replied to the message.

"I don't have face in front of you." Xu Qinghe quipped.

Immediately, Xu Qinghe sent an address, and Qiao Wei secretly wrote it down.

On the night of the second day of the first lunar month, Xu Qinghe carried a box of fireworks to the suburbs, and Qiao Wei arrived just when they were unloaded.

"Aren't you cold?" Xu Qinghe said as he took off his coat and draped it on Qiao Wei.

The tip of Qiao Wei's nose was a little red from the cold, "I felt okay when I went out, and I ran a little bit just now."

Sweat.

"It's going to be cold here." Xu Qinghe pinched the tip of Qiao Wei's nose, a little cold.

"It's up to you to do that." Xu Qinghe said and handed the lighter to Qiao Wei.

"I'm a little scared." Qiao Wei didn't reach out to take it.

"Also, if you're scared, you'll be blown into a pig's head." Xu Qinghe said and ordered a line

Fragrant.

Qiao Wei gave him a big roll of the eye.

Qiao Wei's hand holding the incense stick was trembling, and her eyes were not drifting to Xu Qinghe.

"Don't shake your hands." Xu Qinghe held Qiao Wei's hand and lit the fuse steadily.

A sound broke through the air, and Xu Qinghe covered Qiao Wei's ears.

Colorful lights light up the night sky.

"It's not very common to see this kind of fireworks." Qiao Wei exclaimed.

What Qiao Wei didn't know was how many stores Xu Qinghe ran behind his back, and how many cold eyes he caused to have this bright scene.

"So it's Qinghe's exclusive fireworks." Xu Qinghe said in Qiao Wei's ear.

"Shameless."

"What is a face? It's all for you. As long as you give yourself to me. The fireworks burned out, Xu Qinghe put down his hand and said.

"Really good at doing business, a million profits. No, it's unprofitable. You just wait for your money to be lost. Qiao Wei glared at him viciously.

"Then I'll have to live on the streets, and then I'll have no choice but to let you adopt." Xu Qinghe lit a fuse again as he spoke.

Qiao Wei covered her ears, "What did you say?" It was too loud for me to hear. ”

After saying that, I laughed.

Many people don't like fireworks, not because they don't like their splendor, but because they are afraid of the bleakness after the gorgeousness, which is cold and empty, and the emptiness is terrifying.

However, what Qiao Wei experienced was not the shock after the fireworks, but the beginning of another kind of warmth.

The snow has been cleared and there are lights everywhere.

Although it is the New Year, the shops on this pedestrian street of Hanqiu are not closed, and all kinds of snacks and handicrafts are dazzling.

Xu Qinghe and Qiao Wei were strolling down the streets, and there were fireworks in the sky in the distance.

"Didn't you watch my exclusive fireworks, and then look at other people's fireworks, it feels boring?" Xu Qinghe said and stuffed a string of sugar gourds into Qiao Wei's hand.

"Nope." Qiao Wei didn't buy it.

"Then I'll be able to control myself next time. I just don't know if I will be taken away by the police uncle first or blown into a pig's head first. Xu Qinghe blackened himself.

"You should have mummified yourself first and then taken away." Qiao Wei analyzed.

"I've walked down this street so many times, and I was thinking the other day, if only you were there." Xu Qinghe's eyes were very soft, and his tone was a little sad.

"Aren't I there now?" Qiao Wei smiled.

"Little brother, buy a sachet, you can leave a message on this wall." There was a shop that greeted Xu Qinghe.

The walls are covered with messages, as if they were testimonials. is also telling stories wordlessly.

Xu Qinghe walked over, picked out a sachet and put it in Qiao Wei's palm, and wrote on the wall with a pen, "Every year there is today, every year there is a present day".

"So popular?" Qiao Wei didn't see Xu Qinghe's writing until she chose the sachet, and she didn't believe it.

"It's a prayer." Xu Qinghe touched Qiao Wei's head.

"I'm sending you, keep your eyes open and see what this girl wrote." Qiao Wei said and took the pen in Xu Qinghe's hand.

Xu Qinghe pinned the sachet to his waist and really held his breath and looked at Qiao Wei.

"What should I write?" Qiao Wei couldn't put pen to paper for a while, and kept tapping her head with the barrel of the pen.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to take a good look at it?" Xu Qinghe supported his forehead.

"You haven't figured it out yet, just keep your eyes open and watch." A flush appeared on Qiao Wei's fair face.

Xu Qinghe stretched out his hand and pulled his eyelids, showing that he was looking at it seriously.

"There it is." Qiao Wei's eyes lit up and she quickly wrote.

"Miss, what you say is really ······ Chic. The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time before he could barely squeeze out a word to describe it.

Xu Qinghe was also stunned, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"I'm not talking about you, why are you so excited?" Although Qiao Wei was weak-hearted, she still patted Xu Qinghe confidently.

"Who else but me?" Xu Qinghe unceremoniously exposed her.

"You two can come back next year, and they will be in a different state of mind. We paint this wall every three years, so I'm sorry because it's that big. The shop didn't have the opportunity to witness your story until decades later. The shopkeeper sent the two out of the door.

"The spring breeze is ten miles, and the face is alone. It's a shame you figured it out. We've reversed the script, right? You took mine. The corners of Xu Qinghe's mouth rose slightly, and this feeling didn't seem to be bad.

"There is no rehearsal in life, every day is an improvisation, how can there be a script?" Qiao Wei taught him in an old-fashioned manner.

"Writing and acting, this is life." Xu Qinghe responded.

Qiao Wei was bouncing when she returned home, and even felt a little like floating out of gravity, which caused the family to look sideways.