A family of four neatly organized.

Ugly.

When the finished product came out, Jian Jia laughed on the sofa for three minutes.

After pasting the couplet, Jian Jia realized it later.

This year's Chinese New Year is different from previous years.

He is no longer alone, and he doesn't have to go to the city center to celebrate the New Year's Eve with everyone in order to join in the excitement on the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Jian Jia actually doesn't like to join in this kind of fun.

He prefers two people nestled in the sofa, it is snowing outside, the table is still warm Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the coffee table is melon and fruit snacks.

Jian Jia also has a mysterious pursuit of the New Year.

It's the kind of New Year's flavor that I especially want to play in the promotional video of the Spring Festival Gala. Even the drinks have to be replaced with Coke, which must be exactly the same as others, otherwise it will not be considered the New Year.

There's one more thing that's different this year.

Chinese New Year's Eve is estimated to return to the Chen family's old mansion.

Since Chen Jingci had his mobile phone number, he didn't even notify Chen Bosheng directly, and the call was made to his mobile phone, even if it was discussed. Jian Jia has no opinion, anyway, as long as she is with Chen Bosheng for the New Year, it will be the same wherever she goes.

For this matter, Jian Jia has been busy lately.

After all, it was the first time I went to my boyfriend's house for the New Year.

Although I had already seen Chen Jingci last time, this time my identity was different.

From choosing clothes to picking gifts.

Jian Jia was busy a week in advance, like a little bee circling around. In the past few days, Hengyou's Spring Festival holiday schedule has also come out, Jian Jia has three days of annual leave after turning positive, he looked at Hengyou's seven days, Chinese New Year's Eve afternoon.

As a business batch, valuable annual leave should of course be put where it should be used.

Jian Jia didn't want to admit that she had already started to think about saving up her annual leave to travel for her honeymoon in the future.

It seems that he hates to marry!

By the afternoon of Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone's soul at the workstation had already begun to celebrate the New Year, and only the body was still numb to work.

If you look closely, it is not a working page on the computer, but a constantly refreshing Weibo and Xiaohongshu.

Zhai Rui saw that everyone didn't have the heart to go to work, so he simply became a good person and announced that he would leave work two hours early this afternoon.

As soon as four o'clock arrives, go to COCO to approve a welfare leave, and go home for the New Year.

The move won everyone's cheers.

Even a volume king like Jian Jia couldn't help but get involved.

However, his boyfriend's one didn't have an early holiday, and Jian Jia also meant that he had such a sense of atmosphere to get benefits.

In fact, I still have to honestly wait for Chen Bosheng to get off work, and the two of them will go back to Chen's house together.

When four o'clock came, no one stayed to work overtime.

"See you next year, baby!" Fang Tian greeted him: "Remember to send me a text message at night to greet the New Year, don't send it in groups!" ”

"Got it, Fang Dada." Jian Jia laughed.

"Happy New Year, see you next year." Mei Mei also said hello to Xiao Qian and left.

For a while, the whole office rang out with "Happy New Year" and "See you next year" one after another.

Lost the fifth year of Ren Shuhe.

This is the first time that Jian Jia has started looking forward to the New Year again.

At around five o'clock, a phone call came into Jian Jia's mobile phone.

He glanced at Yunjing's mobile phone number, and Jian Jia subconsciously thought it was some kind of promotion. The more the Chinese New Year comes, the promotional calls of those merchants who have purchased goods before are as if they don't want money.

"Hello." Jian Jia was in a good mood, so she politely answered the phone.

"Hello." The other party has a foreign accent: "Are you Mr. Jian Jia?" ”

"How?" Jian Jia asked.

"I am the current owner of No. 8 Huancheng Road, my surname is Fu. When we were cleaning for the Chinese New Year, we found a cardboard box on the third floor, which seemed to be something from your home, so I contacted the property here and asked for your current mobile phone number. I took a look at it, it was full of diaries and photos, and it was quite important. If you still want it, make an appointment if it's convenient, and I'll keep it for you first? ”

Jian Jia was stunned.

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In the year when Ren Shuhe died unexpectedly, there was actually a plan to renovate the sun room, which was on the fourth floor of the small townhouse.

Jian Jia's blind tossing problem is a bit inherited from Ren Shuhe, the previous yoga room was beautifully decorated, this woman had a whim, no longer practicing yoga, and planted flowers instead. Self-cultivation.

It's just that the yoga room has been dismantled, and the sun room has been half built.

Ren Shuhe never saw it in its complete form again.

Jian Jia came back to No. 8 Huancheng Road and glanced at it hurriedly, and saw that the upstairs seemed to be being renovated.

I came here today to confirm it.

"It's also almost the New Year, and I discussed with my wife that I want to renovate the sun room that you haven't renovated before. Then today, while we were both on vacation, my wife said to go up and clean up. It turned out that a box was found in the corner of the fourth floor. The owner of the house said while leading Jian Jia into the door: "Fortunately, you laid the glass roof before, otherwise the heavy snow in Yunjing a few days ago would definitely wet this carton." ”

Stepping into this familiar townhouse again, Jian Jia's eyes were hot, and no one could see it.

Over the years, the decoration in the room has changed a lot.

The traces left by Ren Shuhe seem to have been gradually erased by time.

When passing by the master bedroom on the second floor, Jian Jia couldn't help but glance at the bedroom she used to have.

For many days and nights, he read and did his homework here, and now the room is painted pink and given to the owner's youngest daughter as a boudoir.

When Jane was young, he thought he would live here until he was too old to walk.

But it turns out that fate is always fickle.

"No, it's here." The owner opened the door on the fourth floor, and outside was a sun room covered with transparent glass, and there was still unmelted snow on the roof, and the cardboard box was placed on the table: "My wife has put it on the table for you, if you don't worry, you can look for the fourth floor again, if there is anything else you forgot to take away." ”

"Okay. Thank you. Jian Jia nodded at him.

"It's fine." The owner waved his hand: "You can do it if you see it yourself." ”

With that, the owner turned around and went downstairs.

Jian Jia glanced at the cardboard boxes, which were all some sundries that Ren Shuhe had put away.

There are three old photo albums, Ms. Ren was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and a middle-aged woman in her forties. There are also photos taken by their family of three traveling everywhere, and there are many photos of Ren Shuhe and Jian Jia in the photos, and Jian Zhengnan acted as a human selfie stick at that time.

Jian Jia flipped and flipped, and the tip of her nose was sour.

In addition to the photo album, the rest is Ren Shuhe's diary.

I have just graduated and started to do the grassroots fragmentary thoughts, and every day is to mediate the neighborhood feelings of the old man and the old lady. There are also those who have risen step by step, and they are all alerted not to forget their original intentions.

After having Jian Jia, the center of the diary revolves around him. From babbling to toddler, Jian Jia can find almost all of her growth trajectory.

He wiped away his tears and put his photo album and diary in order.

The box can still be used, except for this box on the fourth floor, there are some cement bags and gravel left over from the decoration, and there should be nothing else.

Jian Jia went downstairs with this box, and just after taking two steps, a photo floated out of the box.

It was floated out of the photo album on the top, and Jian Jia didn't check it tightly.

He put the box away and bent down to pick it up.

It's an old photograph from sixteen years ago.

The filming location was St Mary's Hospital Gardens in the UK.

The photograph was captured, showing only two children of about the same age.

One is Jian Jia, who is breaking bread with her head down, and there are two cartons of milk on the side, which should be in the state of sharing food.

The other child was covered in dirty, ill-fitting clothes, his arms were wrapped in white bandages, soaked in blood, his face was pale, his eyes were large and black, and his hair was thick and black, and he was curly.

Despite the fact that the child in the photo is very young.

But Jian Jia still recognized it at this moment.

Isn't this kid Chen Bosheng? His brain went blank for a second.

What I recalled in my mind at the same time, except for the picture of Chen Bosheng dragging and throwing down the sentence "I think for myself" on the bed some time ago.

There is also a righteous and courageous act in the deepest part of my memory, I don't know where I forgot it.

It's not even a righteous act.

He just instinctively grabbed Rodya, who was jumping down from the London Bridge.

That's all.

When she was five years old, Jian Jia didn't understand anything,

He would not have thought that fate would save him at the same time in this second.

The seventeen-year-old self standing on the rooftop.

Chapter 83: Sperm

When Chen Bosheng's call came in, Jian Jia's tears had just been put away.

"What about people? Okay, I'll leave with me after work, you're flying solo, right? Chen Bosheng's voice came from the mobile phone, and the eldest young master's tone was cold.

"I have something to do, and I'll be back at the company right away." Jian Jia replied, his nasal voice was still a little heavy.

Chen Bosheng noticed it almost instantly, and lowered his voice: "What's wrong?" The Chinese New Year has not yet reached the tear-jerking part of the Spring Festival Gala, why did you cry? Who messed with you. ”

"Nobody messed with me. I didn't cry. Jian Jia is very superstitious and refuses to admit it: "It's not good to cry during the New Year." ”

Chen Bosheng paused and asked him, "Where is it?" ”

Jian Jia said silently: "No. 8 Huancheng Road." ”