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"It should be released," Meng Xiaofeng played with the pillow in his hand, and said perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it when the time comes, I'll hang up first."

"Wait..." Just as Feng Qiu said a few words, the phone was hung up. She listened to the "beep" notification sound, showing suspicion.

Meng Guangming put down the teacup in his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This kid has been acting weird lately," Feng Qiu said with a frown while pinching the phone, "She must be hiding something from me."

"Is something hiding from us?" Meng Guangming stood up, worried: "You mean she caused trouble outside again, did she beat someone?"

Meng Xiaofeng was never worrying since she was a child. When she was in elementary school, she was the bully of the school. Her parents would complain every now and then. In junior high school, she suffered from a slight Internet addiction. She confessed to the boy, but the confession was rejected, she broke the other's head.

The university has settled down a lot, but all in all, this daughter is not reassuring, and it is normal for Meng Guangming to have this worry.

Feng Qiu shook his head, "I don't know, I'll ask when she comes back from the Spring Festival."

Meng Guangming nodded and sighed, "It's still too far away to be out of sight, but Mu Bei is there to help you in S City, so I feel relieved."

Meng Guangming bent over to cover his stomach while talking, a little sweat broke out on his forehead in the winter season.

Feng Qiu quickly stepped forward to support him, and asked, "Does your stomach hurt again?"

"It's okay," Meng Guangming waved his hand, probably because he ate too much at night. "

"Wait, I'll get you the medicine." Feng Qiu walked to the drawer and took out the stomach medicine skillfully, "Why do you say that the hereditary stomach disease of your old Meng's family is so tormenting, and it can't cure you? It has been in pain for 30 years, although Xiaofeng's stomach problem is not as serious as yours, the pain is still tormenting..."

Meng Guangming took the stomach medicine with water, and the pain eased a lot as the medicine took effect.

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In the small rental house in city S, just as Meng Xiaofeng hung up the phone, Su Mubei said, "It's almost Chinese New Year, aren't you planning to go back?"

Meng Xiaofeng put down the pillow and took Su Mubei's arm, "I don't want to go back, I want to celebrate the New Year with you."

A gleam of light flashed in Su Mubei's peaceful eyes, and then dimmed again. She patted Meng Xiaofeng's hand, and persuaded: "We still have to go home during the Chinese New Year."

"I don't want to go back, I just want to be with you." Meng Xiaofeng pouted unreasonably.

Su Mubei smiled lightly and turned his head, "If you don't go back during the Chinese New Year, what will your uncles and aunts do?"

A touch of emotion flashed across Meng Xiaofeng's face, and Su Mubei continued to persuade: "Besides, if you don't go home for the New Year, I will go back too."

"Then..." Meng Xiaofeng said in a desperate struggle, "It's almost New Year's Eve, and I guess I can't buy a train ticket now."

Su Mubei seemed to have expected it a long time ago. She rubbed Meng Xiaofeng's hair and said softly, "I've bought all the train tickets for you."

Meng Xiaofeng backed away, opened the distance, and said angrily: "Okay, you are in such a hurry to drive me away?"

"If you don't go back during the Chinese New Year, your uncles and aunts will definitely be sad. Do you have the heart?" Su Mu asked north.

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng lowered his shoulders and bowed his head, and didn't speak any more.

Meng Xiaofeng was very reluctant, because she was really reluctant to part with Su Mubei, even if it was just a seven-day vacation, seeing each other every day was like three autumns, and the seven days in a row were far more than one or two autumns.

At the entrance of the train station, Meng Xiaofeng almost couldn't carry all the big bags and small bags. Most of the luggage was Spring Festival gifts that he wanted to bring home to his parents during the Chinese New Year.

She didn't buy so many things at all, most of them were bought by Su Mubei for Meng Xiaofeng to take back.

"You have to remember to miss me." Meng Xiaofeng said crookedly.

Su Mubei smiled lightly and nodded, "Hurry up, I guess I'll have to go if I wait any longer for the train."

Meng Xiaofeng reluctantly let go of Su Mubei's hand, and said, "Then I'm leaving, remember to call me."

Su Mubei hummed lightly, then she leaned over and kissed Meng Xiaofeng on the cheek, the face of the kissed person turned slightly red.

Meng Xiaofeng glanced around like a guilty conscience, and said angrily, "What are you doing, there are so many people."

Su Mubei pinched Meng Xiaofeng's nose dotingly, "Be careful on the train, and remember to text me when you get home."

After saying goodbye, Meng Xiaofeng got on the train with his luggage. Su Mubei stood outside the train station and waved to the people inside. Meng Xiaofeng lay on the glass window and waved at the same time.

The sound of "Boom Boom Boom" spread in my ears, and with the sound of tires sliding on the track, the train gradually drove away and then disappeared from sight.

Su Mubei stood on the spot for a long time, she stared blankly at the people who had gone away, she gradually lowered her eyebrows and her smile stopped, her heart was empty.

On New Year's Eve, Su Mubei stood on the balcony of the office. She held freshly brewed coffee in her hand, and then reached out to open the window, and the cold wind rushed in.

There are thousands of lights on the street, and the fireworks are brilliant in mid-air.

She was out of tune with these lively and festive occasions, and stood here alone, with a bitter smile floating on her face, calming down, she lowered her head and blew on the hot coffee, and took a sip.

Every Spring Festival, she is alone, and this year is the same.

The countdown to the New Year began, and Su Mubei looked at the fireworks blooming in the distance, and said softly, "Happy New Year."

Almost in the early hours of the morning, two "didi" sounds came from the phone, which was the sound of a text message. Su Mubei put down the coffee in his hand and turned on the phone screen.

----Happy New Year.

The simple blessing was sent by Meng Xiaofeng.

Su Mubei frowned, and when he was about to reply to the text messages, the indiscriminate bombardment of text messages came one after another.

----Why don't you wish me a Happy New Year until now! ! !One minute has passed since the new year.

----It's okay to think about me, I think you almost forgot who I am like this, have you forgotten me?

----I'm very angry now, please coax me.

----I'm hard to coax, if you don't coax me, I won't be able to coax you well.

----Where did you go, and you didn't reply to text messages, did you sleep?

Su Mubei looked at these text messages, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became stronger, and the original feeling of loneliness dissipated in an instant.

This year is different.

This year... I have her.

Just after the third day of the Lunar New Year, Meng Xiaofeng hurriedly proposed to return to S City, and gave a very reasonable excuse.

Meng Xiaofeng pursed her lips, and said solemnly: "Mom and Dad, I have to go back to work on the fourth day of junior high school."

Feng Qiu looked up suspiciously, "Isn't this annual leave at least on the seventh day of the first month? Why do you have to go to work so early?"

Meng Xiaofeng looked stern, and said nonsense: "The pet shop is understaffed, and the shop gets busier during the Chinese New Year, so I can't help it."

Feng Qiu still had doubts in his eyes, Meng Xiaofeng blinked guiltyly, and just when he was about to lose his grip, Feng Qiu withdrew his questioning look.

"Have you bought the train ticket to City S?" Feng Qiu asked.

Meng Xiaofeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and replied, "I've bought everything."

Feng Qiu sighed, and instructed: "When you go there, remember to eat on time. Look at your dad, he has a stomachache every now and then. This disease needs to be taken care of. Fortunately, your problem is not serious. You can't deal with it blindly when you eat. "

"Okay, okay." Meng Xiaofeng responded perfunctorily.

"Where are you going, I haven't finished talking yet," Feng Qiu grabbed Meng Xiaofeng who was about to sneak into the room.

Meng Xiaofeng turned around helplessly, and said kindly: "Mom, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

"Mu Bei bought us a lot of New Year's gifts, and when you go to S City tomorrow, bring her something along the way."

Meng Xiaofeng yawned, and said sleepily: "No, there's no need to be so polite with her, I'll kill the trouble of sending it."

"Why don't you use it?" Feng Qiu tapped Meng Xiaofeng on the head, "You liked to bully her when you were a child, and you dare to do that when you grow up. She takes care of you, so you have the nerve to accept everything?"

Meng Xiaofeng covered his head that hurt from the knock, and mumbled in his mouth: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"You are so old, don't you understand the most basic etiquette and sophistication? I think you are itchy and start begging again."

While talking, Feng Qiu wanted to knock Meng Xiaofeng on the head again, Meng Xiaofeng quickly avoided it, and said dissatisfiedly: "Mom, how old am I, I will be 23 after the new year, can you stop hitting me every now and then. "

"You're disobedient, I'll still hit you when you get older." Feng Qiu said sternly.

After finishing speaking, Feng Qiu knocked Meng Xiaofeng on the head forcefully, Meng Xiaofeng covered his head with resentment, dare not speak out.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at Meng Guangming who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and asked for help, "Dad, can you take care of it?"

Meng Guangming put down the newspaper in his hand and pretended to be confused: "What? What do you want me to do?"

Meng Xiaofeng had no choice but to hold his forehead, the two husband and wife were connected with each other, Meng Xiaofeng had long been used to it.

☆, did not go home

"Are you in a relationship?" Feng Qiu looked over.

Meng Xiaofeng, who was chatting enthusiastically with the mobile phone and giggling smirkly from time to time, stopped smiling instantly, and could clearly see the guilty look.

Feng Qiu looked at the mobile phone in Meng Xiaofeng's hand, and Meng Xiaofeng pressed the power button quickly, and the screen went black.

She shook her head pretending to be blank, "No, I'm not in a relationship, why would you think so, Mom?"

Feng Qiu questioned: "You hold your mobile phone every day and don't let go, watching and laughing at the same time, who are you chatting with?"

Meng Xiaofeng put the phone back into his pocket, and said stubbornly: "I'm not chatting with anyone, I'm just reading jokes, and now the jokes on the Internet are getting more and more funny."

Obviously Feng Qiu didn't believe this statement, she said: "You should be in love at this age, there is no need to hide it from me, you tell me, I can also give you advice and reference."

Meng Xiaofeng suppressed his smile, his expression was serious, some words were lingering on his lips, but finally he hesitated to speak and asked from another angle: "How is Uncle Li's house?"

When I went home on New Year's Day, Uncle Li's family was arguing endlessly because of the fact that their son had a boyfriend. The quarrels continued all day long, and now they don't know what happened.

"Ask you if you are in a relationship, why do you suddenly ask this." Feng Qiu put the washed clothes into the basket, and went to the yard to dry the clothes.

Meng Xiaofeng stepped forward to help, and continued to test: "It's nothing, I just want to ask, how is their family going?"

Feng Qiu hung up his clothes and replied casually: "The kid from the Li family has been kicked out. Your Uncle Li has spoken harshly a while ago. If he doesn't break up, we will sever the father-son relationship with him."

Severing the relationship between father and son, Meng Xiaofeng was stunned when he said this.

She knew it would not be easy for the older generation to accept, but she didn't expect it to be this far.

Meng Xiaofeng clenched the clothes unconsciously, "Then if, I mean, if, mom, you were Uncle Li, what would you do?"

Feng Qiu turned his head, "What's going on with you kid recently, why do you always ask these weird questions."

With mixed feelings in Meng Xiaofeng's mind, she retreated and said, "It's okay, I'm just asking out of curiosity, you don't need to talk to me." She absent-mindedly put the clothes in her hand to dry on the bamboo rack.

"Okay, don't talk about it, you haven't told me who you are dating."

Feng Qiu changed the subject again, Meng Xiaofeng pursed her lips and denied, "I didn't have a boyfriend."

The clothes were finished drying, Feng Qiu bent down and took the clothes basket into the room, and said as he walked, "Your Auntie Chen's son is about the same age as you, you probably haven't seen him before, he is two years older than you, and he has good working ability... ..."

The meaning of Feng Qiu's words is not difficult to guess. She planned to arrange a blind date for Meng Xiaofeng. Meng Xiaofeng frowned and didn't want to hear any more. He interrupted: "Mom, I'm still young, so you don't need to be so anxious."

"Didn't you say last night that you are too old to beat you?" She put the clothes basket next to the washing machine and turned around, "Why is this so young again? Let me tell you, I am as old as you When I was pregnant, I was already pregnant with you."

Meng Xiaofeng was full of impatience, suppressed his emotions, and said calmly: "The times are different, anyway, I don't want to go on a blind date."

"You don't want to go on a blind date, is there someone you like?" Feng Qiu asked.

Meng Xiaofeng's heart was broken, and he didn't hide it, "Well, I have someone I like, so don't arrange these things for me, I don't like it."

Feng Qiuni laughed, "I knew it, you still like Wen Zhi."

The corners of Meng Xiaofeng's mouth twitched slightly as he was pouring water, but he didn't explain anymore.