Perhaps it is that pregnant women are prone to sentimentality.

I'm not sure if my mother was accusing me of not wrapping the coins in the dumplings, or if she had some nostalgia for Chinese New Year's Eve, when there were only the two of us.

I don't want to think about it.

Zhao Wei is like a family man with a full score, calmly tidying up the housework.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window gives the illusion that the building is about to collapse.

My mother didn't say a word, and I stared intently at the TV.

The New Year's Eve show on TV is as embarrassing as ever.

It's embarrassing.

After a while, Zhao Wei brought a bowl of soup to his mother.

He sat down next to her naturally, leaning over and listening to her belly.

That's the joy of fatherhood.

It's an emotion I could never have imagined.

I don't want to experience it either.

I didn't even have the courage to go back to my bedroom and take a look.

There doesn't seem to be a corner of this place where I can put myself.

I'm going back to the apartment.

Zhao Wei got up to see me off, and my mother and I refused in unison.

I waited in the cold wind for a long time and couldn't get a taxi.

I walked for nearly an hour, passing through the bustling restaurants and restaurants, and also passing through the old alleys that no one cared about.

Fireworks in the sky, streets so long that people wonder if they are time traveling.

A moonless night sky.

I wonder how Angel's Chinese New Year's Eve went?

I want to hear his voice.

I also want to say Happy New Year to him.

It would be even better if we could watch the fireworks together.

Hey, the festival really makes people more likely to commit hypocrisy.

Towards the apartment, I passed by a 24-hour convenience store and bought a pack of regular cigarettes.

After a few puffs, I threw away the whole pack of cigarettes.

For the first time, I felt that my life was so boring.

I don't like the pastimes that my peers like.

If only it could be turned into an alien.

Or be a mayfly, or be an interstellar dust.

I thought all the way, and my nose was almost freezing.

Back at the apartment, I was sleepy and tired, and my legs were pantothenic, so I was lying on the couch.

I slept for a while, and in my bizarre dreams, it seemed as if someone had added a blanket to me.

I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, and I talked a lot to the man.

Or maybe nothing was said.

It wasn't until I finally opened my eyes and saw Angel's eyes in the dark.

My heart was beating so hard. My breathing stopped for a split second. I couldn't make a sound in my throat.

It seems that I really miss him so much that I have hallucinations.

I closed my eyes.

Hysteria won't come back, will it?

"Don't you want to see me?"

A voice that is incredibly unreal.

He was laughing.

Gentle and familiar smile.

I was about to open my eyes when a warm and wet water came over me.

I smelled Angel.

It's really him.

"Why are you here?" I put my arms around his shoulders.

Angel put her hands on my ears and climbed onto the couch.

His cold breath spat on my face, "I still want to ask you, why did you come back again?" ”

"Again? When did you arrive? ”

"It's not until nine. I slept in your room. Aren't you coming home? How to come back again? ”

"It's back." I still feel like I'm dreaming, "You're here...... What about your mother? ”

"Hey, I got her drunk." Angel smiled slyly, "I didn't know you would come back, so I just wanted to get a taste of you here." ”

"You won't tell me a word."

"My phone was confiscated, you don't know how hard it was for me to steal the keys here...... Forget it, don't talk about this," Angel's fingers slid across my cheek, "miss me?" ”

"Yes." I honestly replied, "I really want to." ”

"Kang Rong ......" Angel hung her head to my ear, "Happy New Year." ”