From morning to noon, the continuous text messages made Han Le, who stayed up late to play, unable to sleep peacefully, and after tossing back and forth between sleep and waking up a few times, Han Le finally lost his last patience - he simply got up.

Turn on the computer, the date and time are displayed in the center of the background of the freshly changed screen, Saturday, February 9, 2013, 11:47 - the last day of the Year of the Dragon, Chinese New Year's Eve.

After realizing that today seemed to be a special day, Han Le was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized that it was time to buy some New Year's goods in the afternoon, according to the previous practice, every Spring Festival, a few aunts and uncles would come here to visit the house, and maybe let their bear children live here for a while - they were also willing to do this, because Han Le would organize them to play games together every year.

But this year, it seems, well, something is not very convenient, maybe I should say hello in advance, but what to say? Let's just say that I rent it out, but why rent the house I live in? Is there not enough money? …… While poking a toothbrush in his mouth, Han Le was imagining the phone call that had not yet been made in his mind.

Xie Yongqing had already gone back three days ago, he originally wanted to stay in Shenhai to accompany Yan Tian for the New Year, but he really couldn't stand the soft grinding and hard bubbles at home - Xie Yongqing's parents pointed to the New Year every year, and used their son's doctorate status to straighten their waists, if he insisted, maybe the old couple really took the train to Shenhai to pick him up.

Qiao Yiyu, oh, and Qiao Yiyu! Thinking of this name, Han Le subconsciously glanced at the self-portrait of Qiao Yiyu hanging on the wall of the living room - Qiao Yiyu's eyes in the painting looked so gentle and firm, where would she be now? Maybe it's in a certain restaurant, eating with a man she knows or doesn't know, Qiao Yiyu's life doesn't seem to lack similar invitations, especially after she went to the bar to "work", many times she will refuse, but there is no lack of acceptance; Maybe it's a walk on the beach, the street or the park to sketch, every few days, Han Le can find her new works under the coffee table in the living room, Han Le feels that if these works are discovered by Zhou Hai, he will definitely find a way to hold an exhibition for Qiao Yiyu; Or maybe it's just sitting there and closing her eyes to recuperate, Han Le used to see her with her eyes closed when she was in the company, and everyone thought she was sleeping at that time, but Han Le didn't think so now-but he only knew that, he only knew what it was, but he didn't know what it was, idea? Imagine? Or is it just in a daze? Han Le didn't know, as long as Qiao Yiyu didn't want to say it, then he would never know.

In addition to two cans of beer in the refrigerator, there is also a bunch of ketchup from KFC and McDonald's, there is nothing left, and the hot pot for dinner yesterday has not been washed after eating, and the oil in it has been frozen into a lump, mixed with the meat scraps of vermicelli that have not been emptied, Han Le feels disgusted when he sees them...... But I still endured the nausea and washed it, the garbage in the kitchen was full again, and when he went to find a new garbage bag, Han Le found that the garbage bag was almost used up, which reminded him that today's last big purchase was already imperative, and then checked the corners of the house, Han Le found more problems that needed to be dealt with, the light bulb in front of the balcony was not in good contact, and there was also obvious limescale in the kettle......

Han Le used a pen to write down all these things one by one on post-it notes, and then roughly drew up a list of New Year's goods, which was nothing more than a gift box of tobacco and alcohol, after doing this, Han Le went to the balcony to look at the thermometer, almost a little bit above, so he wrapped a scarf around his neck and went out.

On the street at the entrance of the community, most of the storefronts were closed, and Han Le originally planned to have a donburi for lunch, but now he probably has to go to the nearby McDonald's.

"A Big Mac, medium fries, and two cups of hot chocolate, yes, two." McDonald's chocolate and KFC's chicken rice are Han Le's stable hobbies, but unfortunately they can't be bought in one store, so they can only be eaten.

There was no one on the first floor, but Han Le still instinctively ran to the second floor with a plate - probably because everyone thought like him, but it turned out that the second floor was almost full, and when Han Le looked at it a few times and wanted to go downstairs, he suddenly heard Qiao Yiyu's voice calling him: "Han Le." Looking at the voice, Qiao Yiyu was also eating, but there was still one sitting in front of her, Han Le remembered him, he was a singer who sang once or twice in the "November" bar, Han Le remembered that the people in the bar called him Xiao Luo, Han Le subconsciously muttered at that time - simply call Xiao Radish Head Forget it, because the other party's height is indeed a little lacking, and he is also one meter six nods, plus he is also very thin, although Han Le's evaluation is a little vicious, but it is not untargeted.

Of course, Han Le remembered the other party but didn't remember him, the light in the bar was so dim, Han Le sat in the corner like a ghost every time he went, and Han Le didn't say a word when everyone else was excited, and it would be hellish to have an impression - so the other party naturally asked Qiao Yiyu: "This is?" ”

"Han Le," Qiao Yiyu said again, "it's my friend." ”

Han Le's original idea of wanting to eat quietly obviously came to naught, and he had to sit over with a plate - Xiao Luo subconsciously moved his butt inside, so as not to give Han Le a chance to sit with Qiao Yiyu.

This radish head was talking to Qiao Yiyu about the music style, Han Le knew that he was not suitable for mixing after listening to two sentences, and lowered his head and began to eat - the style of the November bar was different from the kind of bar that Han Le had imagined before, this is a bar that tends to be petty bourgeoisie, and books like "Critique of Pure Reason" and "On the Art of Film" can be seen everywhere in the bar that seem to be placed at random, and the people who come in to drink seem to be from another parallel world, and many of the movies and books they talk about are things that Han Le has never heard of, When you go back, you can see the kind that is asleep.

"The most beautiful time for a person is when he is engrossed in it," the little radish head said in his magnetic voice, "It doesn't matter who it is......" Then he paused, glancing at Han Le, as if Han Le's presence had affected his performance.

"I think you naturally have a temperament, and this temperament is your style, a feeling of coldness and arrogance......"

"Really?" Qiao Yiyu said with a smile.

Qiao Yiyu's smile made Radish Head stunned, and then continued: "Many people can't really know themselves, and they often need to go through other people's eyes...... I'm not flattering or exaggerating...... In fact, it is not easy to find someone who knows how to appreciate yourself in life......"

When I used to watch idol dramas, when I saw the touching lines of specific scenes in it, Han Le always thought that those screenwriters and authors were really exaggerated, how could anyone talk like this in life, but since he knew about the November bar, he realized how shallow his ideas were before, to be honest, Han Le already regretted sitting down to listen, because he ruined some of his already small appetites, and he really didn't want to eat the last few bites of the hamburger, so he threw it aside, just stuffed French fries into his mouth one by one, Qiao Yiyu, who was opposite him, had been doing the same thing all the time - her share of fries was almost finished.

As soon as the carrot head's talking box was opened, it seemed that it couldn't be closed, and his voice obviously became more excited than just now, and at the last critical moment, he actually conjured a rose in his hand like a trick and placed it horizontally in front of Qiao Yiyu: "I just want a chance to let each other know each other better." ”

Qiao Yiyu looked at the rose in front of her with some embarrassment - the petals were all leaning on the food, but she hadn't finished eating it yet! Then she glanced at Han Le, who was taking a big gulp of the second cup of chocolate, and pondered for a moment: "Actually, ......"

When the two came out together, that Xiao Luo was still stunned in a daze, as if he couldn't accept this fact, Han Le understood very well what it was like, did he sympathize with the same disease, but he didn't have the slightest idea of sorrow for him in his heart, but had a secret joy - it was like the feeling of failing the subject in college, and then learning that the entire dormitory was also the same as himself.

"How many are these?" Han Le asked Qiao Yiyu.

Qiao Yiyu calculated carefully, if it was more formal like today, it should be the fifth, if it was just like Han Le Xie Yongqing, by the way, well, a lot......

"Are you okay in the afternoon?"

"Nope."

"Then come and do me a favor," Han Le said, "I want to buy something, and I can't take it alone." ”

No wonder there are no people on the street, they all come to the supermarket! When entering the supermarket, Han Le looked at the long queue behind the payment channel and sighed.

The supermarket is very festively decorated, many images of the Year of the Snake and New Year have been hung up, and there are festive gifts packaged everywhere at the entrance - most of them are health care products such as brain platinum, Han Le will not look at it, he thinks that people who will come to buy brain platinum may really have platinum in their heads. Qiao Yiyu's attitude is also the same as Han Le's - when he first came into contact with these health care product advertisements on TV, Qiao Yiyu thought it was a cold joke!

Alcohol, tobacco and cereal...... Choosing gifts, Han Le tries to choose those things that are easy to take and more recognized, tobacco and alcohol are almost hard currency in the eyes of Chinese, and when the time comes, whether it is forwarded or used by himself, Han Le remembers that when he was a child, it was popular to send cakes for the New Year, and as a result, the family could not finish eating every day during the New Year.

"How many homes are you going to deliver!" Qiao Yiyu was a little surprised to see Han Le constantly moving the wine on the shelves into the shopping cart. Isn't it said that drinking alcohol is bad for your health? Han Le, what's wrong with having a grudge against his relatives?

"Not much, only four." In addition to an uncle, two aunts, and a grandmother, no matter how far away the relative Han Le is, he can't care about it, if his parents are still going to walk around, he will definitely not be able to make any friends if his parents are not there.

Things for adults are easy to do, but for children it is a bit difficult, now is not the era when Han Le was a child, when relatives sent him a four-wheel drive car, he could play happily for a few months, Han Le remembered that those bear children only cared about the amount of New Year's money - Han Le didn't like to send New Year's money, and if he gave it, it would definitely become a Q coin or some kind of prop in an online game.

Last year, Han Le sent a few books, but when they came, they asked, and they didn't turn it over at all, Han Le felt that he should send something more entertaining and educational - but he went around the toy circle in the supermarket several times, and he didn't find that there was any existence that met his requirements, and the toys he saw were basically the same as the ones he saw when he was a child, and maybe even worse - except for making the appearance more vivid and the sound louder, there was no progress at all.

Uncle's son, that is, his cousin, just went to college this year, Han Le estimated that he couldn't send anything, the two aunts were much younger, one had just entered high school, and the other was still in the second year of junior high school...... But in the end, I decided to go back and copy some stand-alone games, put them in a USB flash drive, and send them out in a red envelope - although this option may be as unpopular with parents as the airplane cup.

Cigarettes are not sold in the supermarket, so I had to push the cart to buy it at the tobacco and alcohol store on the first floor, and finally it was almost full of shopping carts, and then pushed to the entrance of the square to hail a taxi.

After moving everything into the house, more than half of the afternoon had passed, and he felt that his stomach had become a little empty, Han Le subconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen, and suddenly remembered - the Chinese New Year's Eve meal has not yet landed!

According to tradition, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is eaten at home, but Han Le obviously doesn't care about any tradition, and plans to simply go out to luxury, in fact, after checking the price, he found that it is not luxurious at all - the Oriental Pearl revolving restaurant buffet is only two or three hundred yuan per person, which is much lower than he imagined, fortunately there is a location, but not by the window.

However, Qiao Yiyu doesn't seem to be too attractive to eat on the tower: "Why don't I cook, it's too late to go grocery shopping now." ”

That's just a lot of good! The two of them hurriedly set off and rode to the supermarket to buy groceries.

On the way, Han Le casually asked, "Is your bar still open at night?" "Qiao Yiyu went back yesterday.

Qiao Yiyu shook his head: "The boss went home today, and he won't come back until the fifth day of the new year." ”

"Your boss seems to be from Mindong, right?" Han Le still remembers the boss's Mandarin with a thick accent.

"Yes," Qiao Yiyu said, "I heard that there is also a company in Mindong." ”

When I accompanied Qiao Yiyu to November for the first time, Han Le still remembered that there were not many people in the bar, of course, compared to other bars, the style problem was not strange, but in the last half a month, that is, since Qiao Yiyu began to play the piano in it, there have been more faces, and the beauty economy is still very effective in this industry.

In fact, the two of them can't eat anything, Qiao Yiyu currently has only a few dishes, so there is nothing to pick, a fish must be wanted, there is more than one auspicious picture every year, and then get some pork and fry a pot meat, Han Le felt that he was in a bit of a state today, and took the initiative to pick a tomato to say that he wanted to show his hand - he would also scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and if he didn't do it well, it would be a big deal to change it to tomato egg soup! In addition to these that need to be processed, Han Le also bought some ready-made cold dishes directly at the counter, so that it can also be visually hearty.

On the way back, Han Le received a call from Yan Tian, who came to ask Xie Yongqing's whereabouts - since the two of them got along, Yan Tian always grasped some information about Xie Yongqing through himself, Han Le casually said that after Xie Yongqing returned to his hometown, the other party was anxious: "He promised me to accompany me for the New Year!" ”

After hanging up the phone, Han Le sent a text message to Xie Yongqing, but the other party didn't reply - it is estimated that he is explaining the problem, thinking of this, Han Le can't help but feel some sympathy for Xie Yongqing, he was abused by the old man at work, and he was abused by his girlfriend after work, how miserable those days were!

As soon as Han Le hung up the phone, Qiao Yiyu's side rang again, and as soon as Qiao Yiyu spoke, Han Le's ears stood up - it was Zhou Hai, almost every day Qiao Yiyu would receive a call from him, either asking Qiao Yiyu if he was interested in attending a concert, or if he wanted to help introduce work, or that he knew a musician friend or something - when he learned that Qiao Yiyu's current job was to play the piano, he obviously thought that he had found a suitable offensive line.

Dong Chou has the patience to wear a drop of water through stones, but Qiao Yiyu does not have the consciousness of long-term love: "I have something to do at night, thank you." Well, Happy New Year, goodbye. Then I put my phone away, thought that the time seemed to be up, and took it out again and turned it off.

What a relief! Whenever this time Han Le can't help but be happy, the more subsequent losers, the worse the defeat, the more Han Le feels that he was wise to give up decisively, if anyone lets Han Le go forward to pursue Qiao Yiyu now, Han Le must shake his head like a rattle - what a strong nerve it takes to accept this blow again and again!

When she got home, Han Le took the initiative to take over the task of washing the vegetables, and Qiao Yiyu went to turn on the computer first - she was still a little worried about her craft, and wanted to go to the Internet to finalize the program, and after Han Le washed it, Qiao Yiyu picked up the kitchen knife and began to do preliminary processing of the fish.

After all the dishes were served, Han Le also went to open a bottle of red wine and pour it back, and the two raised a glass to celebrate together: "Happy New Year!" ”

Qiao Yiyu's dishes are not particularly delicious, can only be said to be decent, after all, she has not done it a few times, but Han Le is not picky, compared to the red and yellow ball he fried, which should theoretically be called tomato scrambled eggs, he feels that he is already very satisfied - on Chinese New Year's Eve, a beautiful girl is willing to cook for you, drink red wine and eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, what is not satisfied with himself?

"Han Le", after putting down the wine glass, Qiao Yiyu said, "I want to discuss something with you." ”

"Well, you say."

Qiao Yiyu put down the chopsticks and waited for Han Le to finish eating the things in his mouth, and then spoke: "Can you be my boyfriend for a while." ”