The sweet smell of citrus

It turns out that time and distance are really good at wiping away feelings.

Cheng Jialan felt more nervous than before.

Modu University, it is imperative!

"How is classmate Xiao Cheng doing with his review recently?"

"Very good." Cheng Jialan clenched her small fists, "Our family hired a tutor. I'm studying hard now, and I should be able to improve some grades soon."

"That's good, you have to work hard."

"I will."

As he said that, looking at the time, the two of them had been chatting for almost an hour. It's time, the tutor will be here soon, and the homework assigned before has not been finished yet——

Enduring the pain and hanging up the Wechat video, Cheng Jialan said seriously, "I have to do my homework and go to class, see you, monitor!"

"You should pay attention to rest and combine work and rest."

"I know, I know!"

After she hastily hung up the video, Song Yi also turned off the phone and stood up.

The desk is empty, there are no classmates, nothing.

Song Yi stood by the bed and looked into the distance. She didn't know what she saw, so she laughed.

So cheating.

When did it become so easy to deceive.

Chapter 48 Monitor, I want to tell you something

The coldest time of the year has finally arrived.

The imperial capital was extremely cold, and it was snowing heavily, but there were lanterns hanging everywhere on the streets, and most of the people walking on the streets at this point were families.

People carry new year's goods, or visit relatives and friends, or return home, preparing for the big banquet on the evening of the New Year's Eve.

The Cheng family is no exception.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and almost all the servants and nannies of the Cheng family are on vacation. Except for Lao Liu, the widowed butler of the old house, and the cooking aunt who lost her son in the early years, the big house suddenly became much quieter.

But although there were fewer people, the Cheng family still had a lot of New Year's spirit.

Cheng Weiguo picture is festive, there are window grilles pasted in many places in the house, there are red decorations, red double happiness, as in previous years, on the 28th, old Cheng asked Cheng Jialan again, "Lanlan, what do you want to eat for Chinese New Year this year?"

"I don't have anything to eat." Cheng Jialan is still doing her homework. Recently, she is obsessed with studying and doesn't care about eating and drinking. "It's fine as usual."

"Is it the same as last year? I remember you loved eating carrot stew today, don't you want to add it?"

"...Didn't you have this dish last year?"

"No."

"Then add it!"

"What about the braised fish?"

"No fish last year!?"

"Yes, last year it was steamed fish."

"Then replace it with braised ones."

There were more dishes to talk about, and Cheng Jialan slowly began to feel that something was wrong, "So many things were not served last year? Then what did we eat?"

"Okay, just kidding, just change the first few." Cheng Weiguo was much taller than Cheng Jialan, and seeing his daughter getting taller and older year by year, he felt sour and happy.

The little one finally grew up and gradually became sensible.

If she is... she should be relieved.

He stretched out his hand and patted Cheng Jialan's head, "Okay, I've worked hard this time, and I have to combine work and rest, so I don't have to read all the time for these two days. Take a break."

The sudden concern made Cheng Jialan a little embarrassed, she said oh, "Understood, I will pay attention to it myself."

"It's good to know."

After speaking, he went to the kitchen to prepare things.

The pen had already been put down, and her mind was indeed a little distracted, unable to concentrate, Cheng Jialan thought for a while, and then called Song Yi.

Song Yi seemed to have something to do over there. The WeChat phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

She panicked and dialed again.

Fortunately, not long after this time, the squad leader's panting voice came from over there.

"Squad leader?"

"Galan." Song Yi was carrying a big bag and a mobile phone between his ears, and opened the door with his hand, "Why are you calling me at this time?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered, I'm asking you." After Cheng Jialan finished speaking, he asked with concern: "What were you doing just now? Why did your voice sound a little strange?"

"Just came back from the supermarket and was shopping."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already opened the door. The outside was very lively, but after entering the house, everything was empty. Song Yi stared at the silence in his eyes, froze for a moment, and calmly turned on the light.

On the phone, Cheng Jialan was still calling her.

"Squad leader, what's the matter? Suddenly stopped talking?"

"It's okay, let's put something."

After a rustling sound, Song Yi's tone slowly stabilized, "Is the squad leader going to make a New Year's Eve dinner too?"

"Of course." Although there is only one person, there must be a sense of ceremony on New Year's Eve.

"What did the monitor buy?"

Song Yi thought about the things he picked up in the supermarket today, and said, "Some radishes, corn, some pork, and a fish."

"Did you just buy these?"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Yi smiled lightly, "I'm only one person, and I can't finish the food if I buy too much."

Although many times, Song Yi has said specious things, making Cheng Jialan think more, so as to accomplish some ulterior purposes.

But this time she was really just talking casually, without thinking about anything.

But Cheng Jialan over there thought a lot.

On New Year's Eve, thousands of houses are lit up, everyone is in the family, and there are all kinds of reunions, but the squad leader has to stay alone in the cold house and eat the New Year's Eve dinner cooked by himself.