A few days before the Chinese New Year's Eve, the WeChat message of the tide was brushed to ninety-nine by Jiang Luo.

This little girl is nothing more than a reminder to her not to forget to celebrate the New Year with them tomorrow night. Since she woke up in the morning, Jiang Luo began to send her messages, a "don't forget" every ten minutes, the tide couldn't cry or laugh, and even wanted to block her messages.

In fact, she herself has never calmed down for a moment, because her mind is full of thinking of Jiang Qi, and she desperately wants to know if he will come tomorrow.

After thinking about it, Tidal couldn't guess the reason why he broke up with Xiao Ya. As a bystander, she knew that Xiao Ya had deep feelings for Jiang Qi, how could she let go so easily. If Jiang Qi hadn't taken the initiative, she wouldn't have been able to do without him anyway.

Although this matter had nothing to do with her, she still bothered herself for several days. It's as if everything in Jiang Qi is cut into her body, growing on her connective tissue, inseparable.

Time is thinking for thousands of miles, and finally ushered in the 30th day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. The tide stood in front of the mirror and hesitated for a long time, the waves in his heart and the calm on the surface kept fighting and pulling. She looked at herself in the mirror without powder, and a sense of self-shame came to her heart.

She stared at her eyebrows in the mirror for a long time, and pursed her mouth slightly, as if she was thinking.

Tidal sat down and rummaged through the cosmetic bag that had been stored in a drawer for a long time, and there were only a handful of contents inside. In addition to an eyebrow pencil and a MAC lipstick from Xia Cicada on her birthday, there was also a plate of eyeshadow and a box of foundation.

She rarely wears makeup, unless she encounters something important, and things like eyeshadow and mascara are useless to her, because she is used to putting a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, and she can't see it when she puts on makeup. Sometimes, she even forgets what she looks like when she takes off her glasses.

Why don't you put on a little light makeup today?

A voice sounded in my heart.

The reason that the tide gave itself made sense. Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and we need to welcome the New Year with a new look.

She paused with her index finger on the box of foundation, ran her fingertips over the mottled textured pattern on the lid, lingered for a few seconds, and then opened it without thinking.

The weather at the end of the year was cold and shivering.

As soon as the tide went out, she felt the cold winter air hit the tip of her nose and cheeks, and her frozen skin hurt. She pulled the scarf up to cover half of her face, and she didn't dare to take it out with her hands in her pockets.

Walk straight from where you live to the bus station, take Line 154 to the Huancheng Square, and then walk for about 10 minutes to reach the destination. She couldn't count how many times she had traveled this road, but every time she was thrilled along the way, starting from locking the door of her residence and ending with knocking on the Jiang family's villa.

The tide sighed slightly in the scarf, and a few wisps of hot air flowed out of the knitting cracks, swirling in the icy temperature to form a white mist.

Fortunately, she wore stealth today, otherwise she would have to take off her glasses and wipe off the blur attached to them. Every time she did this, she always felt that the action was ridiculously clumsy.

The road was frozen, and the bus was running very slowly. Tidal reached out and grabbed the handle railing above his head, and looked boredly at the fog-filled white car window.

A boy on the opposite side of the front looked over intentionally or unintentionally, and the tide looked back at him.

The boy is about the same age as her, and his appearance is mediocre, and he is not outstanding or outstanding. The moment they looked at each other, Tide instantly withdrew his eyes when he saw the boy, with a panic that seemed to be discovered by peeking.

Tidal Tide's heart jumped. She subconsciously stretched out her left hand and took out her mobile phone, quickly lowered her head and glanced at the black screen.

Nothing. Could it be the makeup on her face?

She became a little nervous, then pulled the scarf up again, opened her phone and read the news absentmindedly.

After half an hour of slow driving, the tide was finally able to break free from the stuffy cabin air.

She walked along the familiar path, nonchalantly kicking away the small gravel beneath her feet, recalling the gaze of the boy in the car.

…… Maybe the makeup was so clumsy that it scared everyone else.

Tide smiled self-deprecatingly. I remember the first time I put on makeup in my life was at that French cultural festival, but it was someone else, and she didn't have that skill. After that, she only tried a few times on a whim, but washed it off before going out.

Thinking about it, the road has come to an end.

The tide stopped, calmed down as if a horse had lost its bearings, and realized that the palms of his hands were already sweating.

As usual, it was Jiang Luo who opened the door.

"Teacher !!"

The girl happily picked her up and walked into the house. "Hahaha, I'm so happy to be able to have Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with my three favorite people this year!"

Tidal eyebrows jumped.

“…… Three people?"

She subconsciously only counted Uncle Jiang and herself.

He's here too?

Because of the extremely embarrassing relationship between Jiang Qi and Uncle Jiang, she once thought that she would not be able to see him. Although she thought so in her heart, she still dressed up carefully as if she was deceiving herself.

For a moment, I didn't know whether it was relief or shame in my heart, and the emotions were mixed together.

Jiang Luo didn't care about the slight change in the tide's expression. Her eyes roamed over her face and clothes, and her brow was delighted.

"Teacher...... You're not the same today......"

She looked at her with a little appreciation.

The corners of Tide's lips lifted and he shook his head to stop talking about the topic.

"Dad! Elder brother! The teacher is here!"

Jiang Luo ran to the sofa with a smoke of excitement, and then fell heavily into the sofa.

Before the tide could recover from the words she shouted, she raised her eyes and fell into the eyes that Jiang Qi happened to look at.

He leaned lazily on the couch, his long legs folded, and a book rested on it, as if he had been reading it all along.

Tidal glanced at him quickly, and saw a hint of color in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Maybe she was wrong.

"Here comes the tide!"

Jiang Xiangcheng stood up with a smile on his face. "Sitting on the sofa, your Uncle Jiang is about to start showing his skills, today's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner must be the most sumptuous you have ever eaten!"

Tidal smiled embarrassedly.

"I'll make it with you, uncle, I'll cook too."

She greeted her as she spoke. Jiang Xiangcheng pushed her away cordially and pressed her to the sofa to sit down.

"No, no, no! The three of you kids will chat and play for a while, and I'll be alone in the kitchen!"

He rolled up his sleeves familiarly, said hello and walked to the kitchen.

The tide was impartially pressed by him to sit down in the blank space between the river and the river.

“...... Jiang Luo, I'll go to your room and talk about speaking, there's not much time for tutoring......."

The three people in the living room were silent with each other. The tide was only a shoulder's length away from Jiang Qi, and he could clearly feel the breath coming from the pavement on his body. She opened her mouth, trying to break the eerie atmosphere.

"Teacher, don't talk French to me during the Chinese New Year."

Jiang Luoxiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The tide fell silent. She glanced down at her hands, which she didn't know where to put them, like a homeless child.

Jiang Luo glanced at the two of them, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he realized something unusual.

“...... I remember that the blessing word in my room has not been posted yet! ”

She shouted, looking smug. "You two talk slowly, I'll get busy first!"

The tide turned his head in surprise, and just wanted to stop her, but before he could open his mouth, the wind feeling that Jiang Luo brought when he suddenly got up swept back into his throat.

“......”

It was probably the most nervous she'd ever been in her life.

The temples on both sides jumped up suddenly. Tidal had no choice but to give up, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and quietly moved a person away from the next place.

"What are you moving?"

Jiang Qi's voice next to him sounded at the right time. Tidal looked sideways at him and caught a glimpse of him with a rather amused look.

"Don't bother you reading."

She responded.

Jiang Qi's gaze gradually became focused after these words. He lifted the book that was spread out on his lap, but his sitting posture did not change.

"So it won't bother." He suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and tapped lightly where the tide was sitting just now, and his lips opened slightly.

"Sit down."

The last three words are light, but the syllables are clearly bitten very hard.

For the first time, Tidal deeply understood the meaning of being rock-solid and put it into action.

Jiang Qi's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be slightly dissatisfied.

"Your lipstick is flushed."

He moved, his gaze fell on her lips, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

One sentence frightened the tide a lot, and it was only a matter of a moment for the heat to rise to the roots behind the ears.

This is a shame to be thrown home. Tidal pursed his lips and didn't speak, and only after noticing that gaze gradually moving away, did he take out a tissue from his pocket and prepare to wipe all the things off his lips.

"No, you don't."

Jiang Qi bowed slightly.

The tide looked over in a little surprise, his expression was natural, and his eyes were as heavy as a river.

"You don't have to wipe it all off, it's beautiful, and that little blur doesn't have any effect."

The thing that exploded in the brain could be brains.

The heat continues to boil. Tidal Tidal's hand clutching the tissue tightened slightly. She subconsciously turned her head to say thank you, and then focused her eyes on the news on the phone screen that she couldn't read what was written.