The clock in the room ticked and ticked, and the continuous fireworks in the sky filled the whole city with a faint and soft light, full of the hustle and bustle of fireworks in the world.

Qiao Yang yawned, pressing the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and his nails were flushed with light red.

The lights were not turned off in the room, and the action of getting up was heard by the maid waiting outside the house, knocking on the door, lowering his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes: "Does Miss want to drink water?" ”

She licked her dry lower lip, "Pour me a glass of warm water." ”

"Okay."

The balcony outside the room is a semi-circular arc extended by silver-white marble floor tiles, the construction of the fence is like a white jade texture hollow carving, the curtains are not closed, and the fireworks in the sky are reflected on the crystal lamp on the bedside table along the gap, reflecting each other, how brilliant.

Qiao Yang put on a long sweater to open the curtains, her vision was wide, and she pushed open the closed balcony door, the smell of gunpowder smoke after firecrackers wafted in the air, and she couldn't help coughing, because she slept enough, her face was quite passable.

The maid held a glass of warm water and instructed: "Miss, remember not to stay too long after watching for a while, it is windy at night." ”

"yes, I see." She took a sip before she stopped the itchy throat, her voice was distorted by the wind, and after handing back the empty water glass: "You go and rest too, I'm sleeping now, it's okay." ”

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, after giving red envelopes to everyone, many maids are directly given holidays, and a few caretakers are kept at home in order to take care of her emergencies.

"Okay." The servant went down with a smile.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Qiao Yang was about to go in when he paused, and someone was squatting in the corner of the wall downstairs.

She walked a little outside, put her hand on the fence, and looked down: "Who's there?" ”

Leaning against her balcony was a stout plane tree, a few meters away from a street lamp, and the shadow on the ground was shattered by the fangs and claws of the branches.

He stood up against the tree with his black hat on, and stepped out of the empty bunker, looking up, his fingertips still holding the long smoke of the scarlet fire, though he tried to sneak it away from her.

"Xiao Qinyu? Why are you here? Almost before he stepped out of the shadows, Qiao Yang recognized him.

I don't know when I was there, the crow's blue hair, the skin was blown clear by the cold wind, the eyes were like black jade, clear and clean, after hearing her voice, it seemed to live in the spark of the prairie fire.

"Yangyang, Happy New Year." His voice is more sandy than before, his appearance is also mature, noble and unruly, and his facial features are a little tougher.

Qiao Yang regained his voice, rubbed his eyebrows, and still asked the question: "Why are you here?" ”

Why is she here, what else can she not understand.

Xiao Qinyu's ears were slightly red, and his smile was a little pure and cute: "I want to say Happy New Year to you, but your mobile phone blocked me, I just wanted to come to you, don't worry, no one will see it." He was afraid that Qiao Yang would be angry, so he pointed behind him in a panic: "I climbed the wall and came, no one saw it, and I will leave after midnight." ”

This idiot.

Qiao Yang suddenly had nothing to do with this person, and the always calm expression on his face finally rose and fell a little.

"How long have you been here?"

Xiao Qinyu tugged at the corner of his lips: "I forgot." ”

He really forgot, only knew that his ears hurt, like ice ballast, and his legs were stiff, so he thought about squatting, and he could still warm up, and his fingers couldn't bend up, so he really didn't look at the time, and forgot how long he came.