The Spring Festival is coming as scheduled.

On the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Ling Xing's family of four sat in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

They made an appointment to celebrate New Year's Eve together, but it was only ten o'clock, and Ling's mother began to yawn.

She was never a master who would wronged herself, so she immediately decided to go back to the house and sleep.

So there were only three people left in the living room: Ling Dad, Ling Xing and Shi Shu.

Oh, and the two energetic cats, Fat Tuan and Ertuan.

Ling Xing's surname Ling is the surname of her stepfather Ling's father, her surname was Lin before, Lin and Ling's homophony sounded similar in the past, Ling's father never asked Ling Xing to change his surname, but Ling Xing just insisted on changing his surname.

She wants to completely cut off the relationship with the Lin family, even the biological father, she doesn't want to have anything to do with him.

This made Ling's father very happy, he originally talked about a son from time to time, but at that time, his ex-wife wanted the child to take her surname, and Ling's father didn't care so much about whose surname it was, so he agreed to say his surname at that time.

Later, the relationship between the husband and wife was broken and divorced, and he did not change his surname back.

While sipping tea, Ling's father told Ling Xinghe Shi how lively and poor the Spring Festival was when he was a child.

After talking for a while, he also began to yawn.

So he said to his two siblings, "How long can you two keep it?" There's no absoluteness in this thing, I'll go back to my room first. ”

The two brothers and sisters nodded neatly: "Dad, good night."

In terms of staying up late, Ling Xing should not be able to stay up time.

Most of the time, Shi Shuhua is concerned about a kind of inspiration, and sometimes when inspiration strikes, he can sit in his room and paint for an entire night.

The Spring Festival Gala is really nothing to look at, the taste of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker year by year, and Ling Xing has a hand to play with the mobile phone in his hand.

At this point in time, red envelopes were being distributed everywhere in the group.

The amount of red envelopes is not large, everyone is a student, and there is not enough money in their pockets.

Sending red envelopes also means having fun.

Zeng Zhile also sent red envelopes in the group, and Ling Xing was the first to click on the red envelope, with an amount of 2.88 yuan.

Then more people clicked on the red envelope.

Zeng Zhile made an arrogant expression. He added: "Sure enough, a red envelope can blow up a lot of diving."

As soon as his words fell, Pei Yan's red envelope was sent.

Ling Xing immediately grabbed the red envelope, but this time she was not lucky, and only grabbed 0.63 yuan.

At first, Ling Xing thought it was Pei Yanfa's red envelope, so he inadvertently clicked on it and looked at it, damn, Sun Xin's goods actually robbed 12.44 yuan.

Even Zeng Zhile grabbed 6.47 yuan.

It's her own who has a bad hand together.

Then Sun Xin sent a red envelope again, and Ling Xing continued to grab it.

This time the phone was not bad, and I grabbed 8.05 yuan.

After grabbing a few red envelopes one after another, Ling Xing also sent a red envelope.

There were eight people in the group, and she sent seven red envelopes, and the red envelopes were snatched up in just five seconds.

This hand speed is simply no one.

Sometimes, if you don't grab it, there will always be someone to rob it.

Ling Xing clicked on her red envelope and took a look, only to find that the first person to snatch her red envelope was actually Su Qingluo.

Su Qingluo, this guy is really a double standard, he didn't rob the red envelopes sent by the first few people, but he robbed her.

And the number of grabs......

Ling Xing was thinking about it when he received a private WeChat message from Su Qingluo.

He sent a screenshot of the amount he had just grabbed the red envelope, 5.20 yuan.

Ling Xing: "......"

What are you trying to say?

It's just the number you grabbed, and it doesn't mean that I sent it to you.

It's still very lively in the group at this point, everyone gets together to chat, and they are also discussing New Year's Eve together.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, Ling Xing was also a little sleepy, she curled up in the sofa, hugged Ertuan and continued to play with her mobile phone, desperately enduring the sleepiness.

There were also people in the group who were too lazy to type and started to send voices, and Ling Xing clicked to listen to what she said.

There are messages popping up in the group, and it is sent by Zeng Zhile, who is the most active.

She was complaining, saying that fireworks were banned last year, but not this year, and now there are firecracker explosions outside, and she can't sleep at all.

Xu saw that Ling Xing was sending a voice chat and Xu was noisy, so Shi Shu turned down the volume of the TV a lot.

He sat upright, staring at the TV with light blue eyes, and he didn't mean to be sleepy at all.

Shi Shu's eyesight is very poor, and he doesn't like to wear glasses very much, and I don't know if he looks blurry in front of the TV in front of him.

In the group, people returned to Zeng Zhile one after another.

Xia Nianchu: [Then you must not be sleepy enough, as long as you are sleepy enough, you can fall asleep when the sky falls. 】

This is somewhat exaggerated.

It was indeed noisy outside, but the sound insulation in the room was not bad, although the explosion of firecrackers could be heard, Ling Xing felt that it was not very obvious.

At least it doesn't affect sleep much.

She posted in the group: [You still haven't slept yet, are you all waiting for New Year's Eve? 】

Zeng Zhile replied in seconds: [New Year's Eve is impossible to New Year's Eve, but my mother said that as long as I accompany her past 12 o'clock, she will give me a super large red envelope. 】

Zeng Zhile: [You also know my temperament, although I would rather give in...... But I can't help it, my mom gave me so much, so I had to sit here and wait with her, and I could talk to you guys by the way. 】

Sun Xin and the others immediately started joking: [How much does Auntie give you? Am I out of double line no? 】

Then Xia Nianchu continued to crook the building: [Squad leader, you have already hugged left and right, don't rob me, I'll pay three times, @曾知乐, you think about it.] 】

Sun Xin @ Xia Nianchu: [No, no, what does it mean for me to hug left and right? ] 】

Ling Xingzheng was happily watching the excitement in the group, and suddenly received a voice call from Su Qingluo.

She clicked on, and the young man's cold and gentle voice came clearly through the microphone.

"Star," he said, "come out, I'm at your door." ”

Ling Xing was stunned for two seconds, threw down the mobile phone in his hand, pulled on his slippers, and didn't even have time to say hello to Shi Shu, and ran quickly to the door.

She opened the door, and there was a teenager standing not far from the door.

Hearing the movement, the young man who was staring at the phone screen looked up, and under the bright night sky, Ling Xing broke into his dark eyes.

The boy was wearing a black down jacket, and the loose down jacket was worn on him, lining him to be tall and thin, full of youthfulness.

He has a baseball cap on his head, his eyebrows are feathered jade eyebrows, his eyes are a bit like Danfeng eyes, his high and straight nose bridge reflects a shadow in the night, his thin lips are lightly pursed, and he stands as straight as a pine.

Seeing Ling Xing, he bent the corners of his lips, revealing a gentle and doting smile, and the cold color around him suddenly receded.

He strode towards Ling Xing and naturally took Ling Xing's hand.

He lowered his head, Ling Xing looked up, and the two looked at each other.

At this moment, he suddenly reached out and pulled Ling Xing into his arms, and when he made physical contact, he sighed with satisfaction.

At the same time, someone cheered in the distance—

"It's × 202, Happy New Year!"

The cheers were echoed even louder: "Happy New Year."

Fireworks burst into the sky, a riot of colors and the sound of firecrackers.

"Stars," the young man said in a low voice, his slightly hot breath spraying into her ears, "I hope I will have you by my side in the future, year after year."

Ling Xing suddenly felt that this year, there was a bit of a New Year's flavor.