At more than seven o'clock, Su Mianmian heard the sound of the door opening outside, and she didn't know who left.

Chinese New Year's Eve, you should still celebrate the holiday with your family.

Su Mianmian was a little uncomfortable, but perhaps it was the reason why the night had passed seemed acceptable.

Su Mianmian rubbed the pillow and took the mobile phone from the bedside table.

It's cold in S City, and the phone is frozen like ice cubes on the bedside table.

Su Mianmian shuddered before she calmed down, turned on her phone, and the message in her phone stopped three hours ago, Lu Yinan may have seen that she had not replied and did not continue to send messages.

Su Mianmian thought for a while and began to reply.

[Ah, I fell asleep last night, what's wrong?] 】

With a light row of words, Su Mianmian blinked her sour eyes because she hadn't slept all night.

However, this time it was Lu Yinan who didn't reply, and until eight or nine o'clock, the mobile phone was quite quiet, and there was no sound of opening the door and leaving outside.

Helpless, Su Mianmian could only get up and wash, hungry, and there was no way to hide all the time.

Father Su had already left the living room, and Zhou Qing's eyes flashed with surprise when she finally got up and came out.

"Mianmian, you're hungry, your mother wrapped you with xiaolongbao that you like to eat, and cooked millet porridge." Zhou Qing's tone was flattering.

Su Mianmian subconsciously looked behind Zhou Qing, and the breakfast on the table was very rich.

And because she hasn't gotten up, she's been hot four or five times.

"Hmm." Su Mianmian covered up the sourness in her heart and sat down at the table.

It was quiet during breakfast, and neither mother nor daughter spoke.

Su Mianmian drank a bowl of millet porridge and ate a few xiaolongbao and stopped chopsticks, looking at Zhou Qing who was nervous in front of her, Su Mianmian pulled the corners of her mouth?

"Mom, you can go back for the New Year, I can already do it."

Zhou Qing subconsciously opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Su Mianmian: "Uncle... It should be waiting for you, right? ”

"Mianmian." Zhou Qing also got married just last year, and she hasn't been back for almost a week for her daughter's affairs.

"Mianmian, would you like to spend the New Year with your mother?"

Su Mianmian subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Zhou Qing on the other side pulled the corners of her mouth: "Mom has been separated from you for fifteen years, how can I find you and bear to leave you here alone for the New Year." ”

"You Zhang... Uncle he is a very honest and good person, I told him that you look exactly like my former daughter, I want to recognize you as a daughter, and he agrees. ”

Zhou Qing pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled a little ugly, they are obviously biological mothers and daughters, but because of those 15 years, they can only be said to be adopted daughters when they recognize each other again.

But at this time, there is not so much sentimentality to feel uncomfortable at that point.

"Your Uncle Zhang also welcomes you to come over and celebrate the New Year with us."

In the end, it was the apprehension and guilt in Zhou Qing's eyes that made Su Mianmian's heart soften, Su's father had a three-year-old son, but Zhou Qing is fifty years old this year, and half of her life has passed.

Zhou Qing is not surprised, there will only be one child in this life, Su Mianmian.

The moment Su Mianmian nodded, the surprise that erupted in Zhou Qing's eyes made Su Mianmian only feel sour.

Zhou Qing's second husband is an ordinary worker, named Zhang Tong, in his fifties, with an ordinary name and an ordinary appearance, and he is indeed an honest person as Zhou Qing said.

When he saw Su Mianmian, he was a little at a loss: "You are Mianmian, come in, it's like being at home here." ”

"Uncle Zhang." Although Su Mianmian was also a little uncomfortable, she still greeted obediently.

Zhang Tong's family is not big, and it is not even as good as the house bought by Su's father and Zhou Qing, with two bedrooms and one living room.

Zhou Qing arranged Su Mianmian in the second bedroom, the second bedroom was supposed to be Zhang Tong's daughter's room, and old clothes could still be seen in the wardrobe, Su Mianmian cleaned up and finally didn't hang her clothes in the closet.

When he finished cleaning up, Zhou Qing was cooking in the kitchen, Zhang Tong was talking to someone on the balcony, and when he saw Su Mianmian coming out, he hung up the phone and chatted happily.

"If you are not used to living here, tell your uncle that your uncle has a daughter who is married nearby, and will come back later for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and let the two of you meet."

"Hmm." Su Mianmian responded in a low voice, but she was a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

This unease peaked when Zhang Tong's daughter Zhang Miao returned, Zhang Miao, Zhang Tong's only daughter at the age of two or seven, who had a reunion dinner at her mother-in-law's house every Chinese New Year's Eve, but would go home at noon to accompany her father for a meal.

At around twelve o'clock, when the aroma of food wafted out from the kitchen, Zhang Miao also came back with a pair of children.

"Dad, Aunt Zhou, we're back."

Zhang Miao's brows furrowed tightly when she pushed the door and saw Su Mianmian in the living room, and she didn't react until her husband pushed her behind her.

Su Mianmian was even more embarrassed and hurriedly got up, Zhang Tong also came out of the kitchen and introduced: "This is your Sister Miao Miao." ”

"Sister Miao Miao." Su Mianmian shouted.

Zhang Miao nodded, and with a faint "um", a pair of children behind her pounced directly on Zhang Tong.

"Grandpa, grandpa, I miss you so much."

Zhang Tongle took candy for the two children to eat, and Zhang Miao also pulled her husband to sit down in the living room.

Su Mianmian watched the harmonious scene of the family as a bystander, during which Zhang Miao's children glanced at Su Mianmian from time to time, as if they were curious about Su Mianmian's identity.

Until Zhou Qing came out of the kitchen: "Miao Miao is back." ”

Zhang Miao smiled reluctantly: "Aunt Zhou." ”

"The meal is almost ready, you can serve on the table first." Zhou Qing shouted while cleaning up the dining table.

Because there were not many people, the round table was not opened for dinner, and Zhou Qing fried two more vegetables after everyone was served.

During this period, Zhang Miao's daughter did not eat well at the dinner table, Zhang Miao reprimanded him with a straight face, and Zhang Tong persuaded him.

"Miao Miao is celebrating the New Year, why are you scolding the child."

Zhou Qing is also a stepmother, although Zhou Qing doesn't need to face Zhou Qing face to face every day when she is older, but she still has to be a good person when she gets together.

In the end, Zhou Qing gave Zhang Miao's daughter a taste, and Zhang Miao dealt with her son.

Until the whole meal was finished, Su Mianmian only felt tired, unfamiliar environment, strangers, she ate in silence.

After eating, the two children were sleepy, and Zhang Miao directly asked the two children to go to the second bedroom to sleep, that is, the room where Su Mianmian was arranged, and it was also Zhang Miao's previous room.

Su Mianmian glanced at Zhou Qing, who was busy washing dishes in the kitchen, pursed her lips, and went to the kitchen to help in silence.

Zhou Qing was surprised when she saw Su Mianmian coming: "Why don't you go to the living room to watch TV." ”

Su Mianmian helped sort out the dishes and chopsticks: "There's nothing to look at." ”

Zhou Qing didn't notice anything wrong, and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat at night, Mom will make it for you." ”

"Anything goes." Su Mianmian opened her mouth sullenly.