During the Spring Festival, relatives are reunited, and adult unmarried little handsome guys and little beautiful girls often become the object of conversation and pastime gathered.

Fang Qing, who was twenty-seven years old, and this old beautiful girl did not escape the catastrophe.

was ridiculed at the dinner table for being an older leftover girl, her younger brother is married, and her sister is still a single dog who has never even talked about the object, Fang Qinghe can only hehe, and then pour a mouthful of orange juice to moisten his lungs.

After dinner, the eldest aunt pulled Fang Qinghe into the bedroom and mysteriously stuffed a piece of paper into her hand.

"Auntie, what is this?" Fang Qinghe consciously lowered his voice, his right hand was on the side of his mouth, and he frowned, his eyes full of doubts.

Auntie smiled proudly, leaned on her shoulder and bit her ear, "Auntie specially left you a high-quality man from Wai Rui Good!" ”

Fang Qinghe held her forehead, wanting to cry without tears, for the eighteenth time this year, she was afraid, as soon as she caught her, she stuffed her business card, this time even the business card was saved.

"Auntie, actually, there is a possibility, in fact, I don't want to ......" She was so anxious that she wanted to express her hospitality.

"Shhh Aunt glared at her, "What do you want to do, how old are you, I'm anxious for you if you're not in a hurry." ”

"But......" Fang Qinghe tried to quibble.

"Don't be it, let me tell you, this is definitely a high-quality guy, young and promising, with a good personality, I don't dare to tell your aunt to listen, I'm afraid of robbing you! Her daughter the other day, Piapia, broke. Auntie pulled the paper out of her hand and stuffed it into Fang Qinghe's pocket.

Fang Qinghe couldn't cry or laugh.

"Don't give me pigeons, I worked so hard to get them, and I can't spare you if I get pigeons." The aunt slapped her ass viciously.

"Got it!" Fang Qinghe pouted in pain.

"At half past nine in the morning of the fourth day of the new year, the address was written to you."

"Got it." Fang Qinghe really couldn't resist, after all, apart from her mother, her aunt was her only closest relative.

After a long time, my aunt said silently: "My aunt knows that you have worked hard, and thanks to you for so many years, your family's debts have to be repaid almost the same, your mother is small-minded and narrow-minded, don't blame her, she also knows that your brother alone can't count on paying off the debts." ”

The light shone directly into her eyes, her eyes were sour, Fang Qinghe endured the itch of his nose and nodded silently, "I know." ”

In the middle of the night, my mother insisted on going back to Fang Qinghe's small rental house, saying that it was not good to stay at someone else's house in the New Year.

At night, when Fang Qinghe slept next to his mother Jiang Yue, he had no intention of mentioning this matter to her.

The two chatted about their younger brother Fang Chusheng at the beginning, this dinner party did not come to her aunt's house because her daughter was not feeling well, Fang Chuli worked far away in other provinces, and there was no way to go home for the New Year, and her sister Fang Zhuyue was also married to a woman, so naturally she couldn't go home easily.

Fang Qing has many sisters in the family, although so, the relationship is not too pro-*** bland.

Fang Qinghe rubbed his tired eyes, the two of them were quiet for a long time, and the sound of the alarm clock ticking next to the bed was extremely loud.

"Mom, my aunt has arranged a blind date for me again." Fang Qinghe's eyes stared straight at the ceiling, and suddenly remembered the note that her aunt stuffed into her during dinner.

In the quiet darkness, Jiang Yue didn't say anything, closed her eyes tightly, and lay on her side with her back to her.

Fang Qinghe turned over, buried his head in his mother's back, and didn't say a word.

When she was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden sound on the other side.

"Qinghe, are you in your twenties this year?" The voice was unwavering, like a machine-like inquiry, slightly cold.

Fang Qinghe paused, and slowly opened his mouth, "It's twenty-eight after my birthday." ”

"Twenty-eight, seven years." She whispered as if she was melancholy, "Find someone to live with, find someone with a wealthy family, who is healthy, and live this life in peace." ”

She couldn't see the hot tears in the night, and she couldn't see the sparkle in her mother's eyes.

“…… Good. "I endured a lot of words, but I could only say this sentence, for fear that if I said too much, I would be exposed.

"Go to sleep."

"Hmm."

This night, the same bed has different dreams.

The next morning, Jiang Yue planned to go back to her hometown.

Entrance to the bus terminal.

"Mom, are you really not staying with me for a few more days?" Fang Qinghe held her suitcase and pouted.

Jiang Yue took the suitcase, "Jiaojiao's cold has worsened, and her mother has to take care of the store again, so she can't take care of her." ”

Fang Qinghe frowned in disappointment, since Fang Chusheng got married, she never went back for the New Year, her mother and those relatives said that it was no longer her home, she had also become a relative of her younger brother, and her mother seemed to have become the only link of concern and kinship.

This time, I finally persuaded my mother to come here to spend the New Year with me.

"Then you be careful all the way, and remember to call me when you get back." She slowly relented.

After seeing her mother enter, she walked aimlessly down the street, and when she passed a square, she was attracted by the couple in front of her, the wife was pregnant with Rokka, and the husband gently and dotingly supported her.

"Zheng Wangshu!" The woman stomped her foot angrily, "You hate it." ”

"Okay, got it!" The man answered, and the familiar voice struck Fang Qinghe like electricity, and she turned stiffly, her eyes following the man.

When she met Zheng Wangshu again, she found that her original self-esteem would really go crazy, just like now, the fairy-looking woman gently stroked her slightly bulging belly, holding his arm and passing in front of her, the two talked and laughed, walking happily on the road, and occasionally the wife would squeamishly blame her husband's mistakes, just like a sweet couple.

"Look, tell you not to stay in bed, now it's late, and you have to wait for the next trip." Zheng Wangshu dotingly blamed the women around him.

"Oh, I know, it's not because the baby has to lie in bed, don't mention it again!" The woman rubbed coquettishly against him.

Fang Qinghe stood in place in a daze, looking at the man carefully, only to feel that the tip of his nose was sour.

Familiar faces, just a little more mature, familiar voices, still very good, in this unfamiliar street.

Time came to an abrupt halt like a wind at this moment, and the lone sail that had been wandering in the sea for many years landed on an island that no one knew.

Fang Qinghe's heart was so sad that his tears were like beads with broken threads, sprinkled wildly for no reason.

Her youth is finally over, only she knows.

Suddenly, Zheng Wangshu turned his head slightly, Fang Qinghe's heartbeat missed half a beat, and he turned around in fright, but his eyes still couldn't help but want to follow the pair of beauties.

The bustling crowd was so numerous that it could drown her in endless memories.

It turns out that in addition to making people ecstatic, they can also make people heartbroken.

She returned to her rental house in a daze, and Cheng Muyue was sitting on the sofa lying on her mobile phone, and her luggage had not yet been packed.

"Oh, my dear little Qingqing, where did you go early in the morning?"

Fang Qinghe knocked her legs off the sofa, took a seat, and hugged the pillow bitterly.

"What else can you do with a tryst." Fang Qinghe glanced at Cheng Muyue with a helpless expression.

"Tut-tut, look at your expression, you're overworked." Cheng Muyue stared at her shyly and snatched the pillow from her arms.

Fang Qinghe groaned dissatisfiedly, tilting his head towards Cheng Muyue.

"Why, what a dissatisfaction! Yes, Fang Qinghe, his physical strength is touching. ”

"Ahh Fang Qingyue shouted angrily, "Old pervert, I don't want to talk to you." ”

Fang Qinghe hugged his legs, shrunk them into a ball of meat, and then buried his head between his legs.

Cheng Muyue laughed triumphantly, "Fang Qinghe, haha, you're like, like a turtle with a shrunken head hahahaha." ”

Fang Qinghe kept his head shut and didn't speak, holding his breath in place without saying a word.

Cheng Muyue kicked her, "Okay, that's it, Auntie, didn't you say that you came to play these days?" ”

"Just got on the bus home." Fang Qinghe replied leisurely.

"Ah, the lover who went to the meeting only then, this man's body doesn't drip much, he lacks a kidney treasure, right?" Cheng Muyue stared at her with a smile.

"Ahhh It's really a sin, Qinghe is going to fight her to the death.

"Hahahaha

In the evening, when Cheng Muyue was eating Fang Qinghe's cooking, she loudly complained about the pressure put on her by her mother.

"My mother said that she didn't find a male this year and asked me to marry my rhubarb, and she is now so mad that she married me to a male dog, the key is that it already has eighteen puppy children, you say, how frustrating." It is a big bite of the braised pig's trotters in the hand.

"She also abused me, she didn't give me pig's trotters, she said it was rhubarb, do you think I can bear it, I ran back with my little luggage, let's not be angry!" Cheng Muyue took a bite of the big pig's trotters with tears.

"She also arranged more than a dozen blind dates for me, and people are afraid of it when they think about it."

Fang Qinghe rolled his eyes, "Whoever told you to lie that you don't have a boyfriend, I am wronged for Da Xiong, and a good girlfriend is like an underground affair." ”

"You don't understand, if my mother knew about Da Xiong's situation, she would definitely let me leave him, and it would be good if he solved the trouble." Cheng Muyue pursed her mouth and continued to gnaw on her big pig's trotters.

Cheng Muyue is two years younger than Fang Qinghe,

Fang Qinghe suddenly remembered Zheng Wangshu, maybe he thought so at that time, after all, she was so unpopular at that time.

It's hard, but that doesn't change the truth.

Low self-esteem is like a barb, stinging and reminding you all the time to face up to your own worth.

"Yes." She was distracted and muffled herself to say something.

The silence was broken by the ringtone of the call, and the aunt called and repeatedly told Fang Qinghe that he was going on a blind date at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Fang Qinghe humbly hmmmmmm

"Dress up well, do you hear me, this time it's not for me to twist your head!" The aunt secretly glanced at the aunt in the living room, and threatened in a low voice, damaging her matchmaker's reputation!

Fang Qinghe looked at the phone and said with an embarrassed face, "Look at the edge of the eyes, I will definitely try my best aunt!" ”

"Okay, it's not early, go to bed early and don't stay up late."

"Okay!" Relieved, he cut off the phone.

"What?"

"Walk the dog!" Fang Qinghe raised his head to the sky and roared.

“let me see see。”

"See what?"

"Photos!" Cheng Muyue poked her oily palm expectantly.

"No, just a piece of paper." As he spoke, he took out the note from his pocket, "Wow." ”

"I have oil in my hands, you read it to me."

Fang Qinghe glanced at her and slowly opened the note, to be honest, she hadn't read it either, she had kept it in her pocket since last night.

"Zhong Qimo, at the end of the term? What a strange name. She complained, "Male, professional lawyer, phone number 15767******, time, half past nine in the morning on the fourth day of the new year, location...... First Love Garden? ”

"That's too hypocritical! What kind of first love garden is a blind date, just like an innocent guy, so greasy, huh~" Cheng Muyue trembled uncomfortably.

Fang Qinghe also trembled in agreement.