Ruixue Trillion Year.

In the two days leading up to the Spring Festival, it began to snow.

Ansheng passed by Chinatown, where the smell of the New Year is getting heavier and stronger, and every household has hung red lanterns.

It's as if he's back in the country.

Ansheng, who was passing by here to deliver fried chicken, was attracted by these traditional Chinese elements, stopped the car and took out his mobile phone to take a few photos.

He is a person who doesn't like to take pictures, even if he encounters something particularly interesting, or sees some celebrities or the like, he doesn't like to take pictures, but recently because of chatting with Li Zhien, he has become Xihua taking pictures.

He will take pictures of interesting things he sees and send them to Li Zhien, and in the same way, Li Zhien will also take some interesting customs and send them to An Sheng abroad.

"Look, festive?"

An Sheng sent the picture he took to Lee Ji-eun, and there were red lanterns hanging high, firecrackers ringing out, and the most interesting thing was the lion dance, where they jumped back and forth with lion heads hanging on.

He thought that Li Zhien should have never seen anything like this.

“……”

Lee Ji-eun, who was basking in the sun on the beach in Malaysia, saw Ansheng's letter.

She also knew that the Spring Festival was coming soon, and for Ansheng, this festival was very important.

"Well, it looks like I'm having fun."

"Yes, is it going to be the New Year, of course I am happy."

Li Zhien was lying on a beach chair, with a parasol on his head and drinking coconut water, feeling that he was not here for a concert, but really for a tour.

She turned on her phone's camera and took a picture of the ocean on the other side, but it was a little different because she had taken a picture of her snow-white legs.

Li Zhien lying on the beach chair, his legs stretched straight.

When An Sheng saw this photo, he almost didn't hold back, Is this for himself? Is this something you can watch without paying for it?

Steady, he began to admire her legs.

The calves are white without the slightest fat, and every inch of skin is like milk.

Smooth and tender.

Then came her beautiful feet, her feet were small and well-proportioned, warm and white insteps, which made people feel the urge to touch them, and the nail polish on her nails was purple, but it was almost gone, and only a little purple remained.

But on the fair-skinned and dust-free feet, it is still eye-catching.

The important thing to talk about is the thighs.

Her thighs are not long in ordinary girls, but at the angle of her photo, her thighs appear slender and slender, and the point is that they are whiter than calves and feet.

White dazzling.

An Sheng was a little embarrassed, although it was a photo, but it was the first time he saw Li Zhien's big white legs, which really gave him a big shock.

And what is the blue sea?

What is that?

Is there a sea?

Aren't they all legs?

“……”

"Have you eaten?" Ansheng asked another cliché question that must be asked every day.

"After eating a little fruit, I'm not hungry anymore, the sea breeze on the beach is very comfortable, and I want to sleep."

Ahnsung thought about his previous trip to the beach in Jeju Island.

I was very unlucky, I encountered a rainy day, and Li Zhien didn't dare to take off his mask.

All in all, that trip to the seaside was a particularly failure.

"It's good if you want to be here, I didn't have a lot of fun on Jeju Island last time." Later, I posted a photo of Xiaoyuan and other staff surfing in the sea.

She once again talked about the topic of An Sheng not going on tour with her, and this topic has appeared several times in their chats in the past few days, and it is obvious that Li Zhien hopes that An Sheng can come.

"It's useless to talk about this now, let's go together next time." After An Sheng sent this message, he thought of something again, and then added: "Anyway, there is time, I am not old yet, you are still young, there is always a chance." ”

Maybe An Sheng will regret why he didn't go with her, but it was only a momentary regret, and reason told him that it would be better not to go than to go.

Li Zhien looked at the text message sent and read his last paragraph.

yes, there's still a lot of time.

There will always be a chance.

Unless he leaves suddenly, there will be a chance.

He also said that he would hold his thighs for the rest of his life.

"Okay, then I'll treat you next time."

If there is a next time, then Ansheng will definitely be.

"Okay, it has to be."

The two of them made a verbal promise, or rather Ansheng's own promise.

The sea breeze mixed with the heat blew on Li Zhien's face, and compared to the summer sea breeze, it was now more comfortable and gentle.

In the distance, Xiaoyuan was having fun, the coconut water was almost drunk, and the sound of the waves came and went, like a hypnotic alarm clock.

Li Zhien closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The corners of her mouth muttered to herself, and no one could hear what she said.

“……”

Because of Ansheng, the fried chicken restaurant will be closed on the first day of the first lunar month, and the same Ansheng and Zhao Lang will also give red envelopes to employees.

Koreans like white, even the red envelopes are white, Zhao Lang took out a stack of white red envelopes and handed them to the staff one by one.

An Sheng is different, he took out a red red envelope, he has never understood whether the white one can be called a red envelope?

He also handed out red envelopes to the staff at the store.

Seeing them happily holding red envelopes, Zhao Lang announced to them.

"Okay, that's all for today's work, tomorrow is a day off, everyone has a good New Year."

An Sheng also echoed: "Happy New Year, everyone." ”

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

In a burst of blessings, An Sheng and Zhao Lang were soon left in the store.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and now it is almost dark, and there is still a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner to be prepared.

So Zhao Lang and An Sheng were not idle, and walked into the back kitchen, because there were more dishes, they did not choose to go upstairs, but worked in the more spacious kitchen below.

Generally, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is prepared by Zhao Lang alone, but this year is different, An Sheng learned a few dishes, and now he feels very powerful, and he wants to fight with Zhao Lang.

At this time in previous years, Zhao Lang's parents would also come to the store to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together.

The more people there are, the more lively they are, this is what An Sheng said.

The two people in the back kitchen are preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in full swing, Zheng Xiuxian this guy has arrived, but he can't do anything, and he can only help when he enters the kitchen, so he can only sit outside and chat with Zhao Lang's parents.

Usually during the Chinese New Year, it is the adults who are tired, and An Sheng now understands this sentence.

Stir-frying is really a manual work, constantly turning the spoon, constantly preparing, after being busy with two dishes, An Sheng's waist is already sore.

On the other hand, Zhao Lang, who has been in the kitchen all the year round, seems to be more like a fish in water, watching him stir-fry vegetables in an orderly manner, and humming songs in his spare time.

An Sheng then remembered that this guy was learning Chinese food, and he learned it from an old chef in Chinatown.

So he is also very good at stir-frying Chinese food now.

Zheng Xiuxian outside was bragging with Zhao Lang's parents.

Zhao's father has a serious face, but he is actually a very good person, and Zhao's mother is the same, her face is not so serious, and she looks amiable.

"Zhao Lang, although he is not handsome, but he is also more energetic, and he is also more honest, you can't be in a hurry to talk about the object, you have to take your time, as the saying goes, the twisted melon is not sweet." Zhao Lang looked like a person who had come over and said: "And with my understanding of Zhao Lang, he is also good at talking, so it stands to reason that he shouldn't have a girlfriend." ”

This topic is urging marriage at first glance, after all, Zhao Lang is not young, and his parents are also anxious.

"I know a few good girls, and I'll introduce them to each other when the time comes."

Zheng Xiuxian has started to be a matchmaker, and she is very eager for such things.

Mother Zhao said excitedly: "Yes, that's really good, our Zhao Lang is an elm pimple, don't look at his lively chat with the same sex, he won't talk when he meets a girl, I'm sad to death." ”

Zhao's father sat there and didn't speak, but it could be seen from his hot eyes that he was also eager for Zhao Lang to find a girl to marry as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'll leave this matter to me, I'll send the contact information of those girls to Zhao Lang right away, see which one he likes, and make an appointment to meet him when the time comes."

"Thank you so much, so-hyun."

"Don't say thank you, I'm buddies with Zhao Lang, and I'm anxious to see him single."

Zhao Lang was still eating fumes in the back kitchen, and Zheng Xiuxian outside was already about to help him choose a partner.

In fact, this is also one thing that most parents do.

Seeing that their children are already old, but there is still no object, other people's children have become fathers, and their own children are still an old bachelor, how can they not worry?

So every time there is a New Year's holiday, it is inevitable to say a few words.

This time, Zheng Xiuxian took the initiative to help Zhao Lang find a girlfriend, and this time he hit the muzzle of Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, and they have not been urged for so many years, but every time they urge Zhao Lang, it is like a deaf ear and continue to be single.

Over the years, the old couple of them have been in a hurry, not to mention how happy they are to see Zheng Xiuxian want to help Zhao Lang introduce the object.

Zhao Lang walked out with a plate of cold dishes, and heard some words that he didn't hear clearly.

"What are you talking about, so happy?"

"I'm not talking about you yet." Mother Zhao said with some complaints: "You are not too young, and you don't say that you take the initiative to find a partner or something, and let the two of us follow your ass to urge you, you are not as handsome as Xiao An, don't worry about finding a girlfriend." ”

Poor Ansheng acted as someone else's child this time.

"If you don't look for it for another two years, you won't be able to find it."

Zhao Lang put down the plate and wanted to leave, but Zhao's father, who was smoking, spoke.

"Are you running again, every time you talk about this topic, you run faster than anyone else, don't you really want to find a girlfriend? You'll be thirty in a row. ”

Zhao Lang said helplessly: "Dad, I'm not busy with my career, I'm so busy in the store every day, where can I find it." ”

"Busy and busy, I say I'm busy every day, don't you look for a girlfriend when you're busy?"

Sometimes a conversation between a father and son works a lot more than a conversation between a mother and a son.

Zhao Lang also compromised and said: "Okay, okay, look for it, I will definitely get rid of the order this year." ”

"You said it." Mother Zhao looked happy: "If you don't find it this year, see how I clean you up." ”

An Sheng took the time to go out to say hello to the old couple, and the two were also very familiar with An Sheng, after all, An Sheng often went to their house to eat when he was in school.

The dishes were served one by one, and it was already dark, and the snowflakes were falling according to the situation.

“……”

Li Zhien's concert ended yesterday, which also means that she can return to China to rest for a while, and she has been abroad for almost 20 days, and she is now at home.

Originally, it was okay to stop for a day today and play for a day like after the previous concert, but Lee Ji-eun changed his mind and must fly back today.

The staff didn't know why she was in such a hurry to go back, although today was Chinese New Year's Eve, but they all had the impression that Li was not an important holiday.

But since Li Zhien has spoken, then they can only listen.

In the airport's departure lounge, Li Zhien sat there wearing sunglasses.

She seemed to be in a hurry and kept watching the time.

Xiao Yuan also saw her anxiety and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Zhien Oni?" ”

Li Zhien shook his head and said nothing.

Maybe only she knows.

After waiting for a while, I finally got on the plane, felt the plane slowly hang in the air, and finally stabilized.

The blue sky and white clouds outside the window did not attract Li Zhien's attention at all, and at this moment she just wanted to return to China as soon as possible.

The plane flew for six or seven hours, and if it was usual, Li Zhien would have to take a break after flying for so long, but this time she didn't.

She just stared out the window in a daze.

The plane landed smoothly on the runway of the airport, Li Zhien stood up, this time she was not in a hurry, it was already dark outside.

When they left the airport, the driver had already come to pick them up, and Li Zhien took the lead in getting into the car and said to the group next to him.

"You guys in another car, I'm going to do something." After saying that, the door closed, and the car started slowly.

Leaving a bunch of people wondering.

Blue Street

Ansheng's fried chicken restaurant is on this street.

It was the first time for Li Zhi'en to come, and she got out of the car, looking at some old buildings, and had some nostalgia.

She looked at the house numbers around her and thought of the address written on the fried chicken that Ansheng had sent before.

She walked inside alone.

The flow of people slowly increased, and the snow slowly fell heavier.

It's a food street that sells everything, and it's very lively.

However, none of this affected Li Zhien's footsteps, she looked at the house number next to her, and Li Ansheng's store was getting closer and closer.

She couldn't wait.

Began to trot.

Snowflakes fell on top of her head.

The wind blew her long hair.

She was like a traveler longing to return home.

The snowflakes melted into water, the water wet the long hair, and the wind blew the long hair again.

I finally ran to the front of Ansheng's fried chicken restaurant and looked at the house number.

I also saw the lanterns hanging on both sides of the door.

It should be here.

She let out a sigh of relief and pushed open the door to the fried chicken restaurant.

Wind chimes hung on the door, making a crisp sound.

The door opened.

Just right. An Sheng, who came out of the last dish, looked at Li Zhien who was standing at the door.

……