Precautions for the care of mermaid after marriage

Everyone was slumped in class, lacking energy, and even reciting words was a little weak.

After all, except for them, the whole world is on holiday.

Maybe it's because it's cold, so coming to school is more difficult, and they don't have anyone to warm their hands with (smile).

The countdown number on the blackboard is decreasing day by day, and now there are only 159 days left.The second round of review has already started, and the students can only bite the bullet and continue to hold their pens.

The day of New Year's Day was the same as usual, except for class and practice. By the last class in the afternoon, it was already dark, and the sound of fireworks outside the window was heard in the distance.

The chemistry teacher also glanced out the window and continued to talk about the topic.When the last lesson was finished, the get out of class bell just rang.

Getting stuck in get out of class seems to be a must-have skill for every teacher?

Everyone stood up together: "Goodbye, teacher."

"Well, let's go to dinner." The teacher packed up the textbooks.

The students packed their things without haste, but the door of the class was opened immediately.

It's Lao Bai.

She greeted the chemistry teacher, and then said with a smile: "Students, just now the grade director and the school had a fight. Tonight's evening self-study has been cancelled. Let's go home early. Happy New Year's Day!"

"Oh!!!" The class cheered, and the action of cleaning up quickly accelerated.

"Teacher, I love you!" someone shouted.

But for the holidays, what can't be missing?

play.

After the teacher left, several people in the class quickly set up a k-singing game to catch the end of the festival.

It's been a long time since I went out to play, and it just happened to be New Year's Day, so I have a reason for it.

"Come, come, brother." Liu Zhao began to shout, "Will Brother Song participate?"

Song Yan glanced sideways at Yan Yu and asked.

"Okay, I'll attend." Yan Yu received his gaze, lowered his head to pack his schoolbag, and replied with slightly raised lips.

Song Wen nodded: "Yes, me too."

Liu Zhao: "..."

Strictly controlled by a wife at a young age?

They were all good boys in the class. When they arrived at the ktv, they booked the biggest box, and went to the small supermarket to buy a lot of snacks and a bottle of beer.

There is only one bottle per person, after all, there is class tomorrow, so you can't drink too much.

The colorful lights in the ktv were a bit dazzling, but the atmosphere was full. Li Zi was the first to get the microphone: "Get up!"

"High! Pass me the corkscrew."

"Is anyone playing poker?"

Gathering people to drink and gamble, tsk.

Soon the accompaniment sounded in the box, it was rock music, very restless.

"Hurry up, too." Zhang Chenyang yelled, picked up another microphone, and tried a sound.

Mo Hengyu whistled: "King of karaoke, Zhang Chenyang!"

Yan Yu lowered his head and shuffled the cards, and also shouted: "The God of Songs is on the show!"

Zhang Chenyang waited for the prelude, and coughed lightly: "Low-key, low-key, Li Zi and brother together?"

"Okay, I know this song." Li Zi happily agreed.

After the prelude was over, the two began to sing.

Zhang Chenyang's singing is really good. After all, he has been in singing and dancing venues like ktv all the year round (?). Li Zi's voice is also very clear. Everyone applauds and goes up to order songs one after another. Soon there is a long list.

Yan and He Song are the group that gathers people to drink and gamble, and they play poker very happily.

A bottle of beer is enough to hold a feast.

The first banquet was with the local landlords, He Shaonan and Song Wenmin.

He Shaonan quietly moved to Song Fan's side: "Brother Song, you are with me."

Song Yan's face was complicated, as if he was questioning the IQ of a certain boy: "I know."

After the banquet and music, he threatened him with a false appearance: "Young man still needs to work harder."

But in poker, luck is very important.

He Shaonan's luck exploded, with a coquettish smile on his face, and Song Wen really didn't let go to help him, so he happily won.

Although card counting at the banquet, Song Yan will do it if he can't stand it.

He Shaonan watched the cannibalism happily, patted his buttocks and stood up: "I'm going to order some songs, you two won't sing?"

"You go first, we will wait." Banquet and return.

"Row."

After He Shaonan left, Yan Yu tilted his head and asked Song Wen: "Why don't you sing? I haven't heard you sing before."

"Out of tune." Song Wen said expressionlessly.

It's true, he was dragged to ktv by Mo Hengyu before, but how he sang was a bit strange.

Out-of-tune is a natural thing.

Yan Yu was a little surprised: "You secretly sing a few lines for me?"

"..."

Song Yan felt helpless, looked at the song playing on the screen, and sang softly in his ear.

"Pfft." Yan Yu couldn't help laughing, but felt that it was not very good, so he stopped for a moment, "Cough, it's actually okay."

Song Yan's voice was nice, cold and a bit deep, but when he sang, he didn't know why several notes were in the cracks of the piano.

Finally found one of his weaknesses, unexpectedly cute.

Soon Li Zi ran over to take over his shift and continued to gamble.

An iron-clad poker game.

After playing two more games, I felt a little tired. After this game, He Shaonan went to order some songs again, so Yan Yu simply took out his mobile phone and took a few photos for everyone.

Now Liu Zhao and Cheng Hao are singing a lyrical song together, Li Zi happily eats potato chips, and Zhang Chenyang and Mo Hengyu...

Playing rock-paper-scissors.

What operation is this.

"Old Song." Yan Yu suddenly pointed the camera at Song Wen, "Do you want to hear me sing?"

Maybe it was because he was a little bit alcoholic, and his face was slightly powdered, which looked good.

Song Yan was playing poker, paused for a moment, and replied seriously: "Yes."

Yan Yu nodded with a smile, and finished the rest of the wine: "Then I'll go."

The others sang for a long time, even a little bored. Seeing the banquet and ordering songs, they all shouted: "Top, top, top!"

"It's rare that my Brother Yan is going to turn on the microphone!"

"Grass, I'm so honored!"

After He Shaonan asked the two of them if they wanted to order songs, no one asked, and it was tacitly accepted that the relationship should not be disturbed.

I dare not, I dare not.

As for Song Wen's off-tune, Mo Hengyu definitely wouldn't talk about it.

Song Yan sat on the sofa, watching Yan Yu's back with gentle eyes.

After the last song ended, Yan Yu turned around from the karaoke stand and took the mic from Cheng Hao.

The prelude of the violin sounded, Yan Yu tried the wheat, and looked straight into Shang Song's eyes.

Then winked at him.

Song Wen smiled, leaned on the sofa, and videotaped him.

The song is called, "Infatuation".

A few seconds later, the drumbeat started, very heavy, beating the heart one after another.

Accompanied by the ethereal piano, pull emotions together with the violin.

At the end of the prelude, Yan and his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he opened his mouth slowly.

"Every night that's completely drunk/

The scenery is delayed into a lonely cloud/"

As expected, it sounds good, the boy's voice is clear and a little lazy, very suitable for singing.

As soon as Yan Yu opened his mouth, the box gradually became quiet.

Song Wen's heart seemed to be involved by him.

……

"At dusk your eyes are lowered/

Again under the moon and the sparse stars, lighted/"

Yan Yu raised his eyes lightly, filled with light, watching Song Yan sing the last sentence.

"ignite my weeping eyes/"

He sat there and sang a whole song quietly, under the flickering lights of KTV, it was like a flickering painting.

It's called "Infatuation".

At this moment, Song Yan really wanted to see what it was like when Yan and his eyes were crying.

Must be beautiful.

……

Everyone held their breath, and before they had time to applaud, Brother Yan was dragged away by Song Yan.

Yan and dazed, Song Yan waved to everyone: "I have something to do, I'll be back later."

Immediately, whistles sounded in the box, and Li Zi shouted: "It's okay, you don't have to come back!"

After the door closed, Mo Hengyu smiled: "Lao Song can't help it anymore, come on, let's continue singing."

In the dark, empty box, Yan Yu was pressed down and kissed until he was out of breath.

Whether to get married or not, the legal effect actually has little effect on Song Wen, and it can be settled.

But it's not good for the banquet, he doesn't want to.

After the banquet and a break, he lightly pecked Song Wen's lips again, and suddenly asked, "Where did you spend the New Year?"

"It's right here."

"are you alone?"

"Well, what happened?"

Yan Yu smiled slightly, and frivolously raised Song Yan's chin, but his tone was very serious: "Come to my house."

·

In February, the city was blocked by ice and snow, the temperature dropped to the lowest point, and even the glass windows were covered with frost.

The students of Fengyi ushered in the final exam in the freezing weather, and the upcoming Spring Festival.

Generally, there is a one-month vacation after the exam, but the students in the third year of high school are more miserable, only eight days.

I have been busy with the holidays, and I dare not relax, so I have to study at home.

After the exam, everyone finished the cleaning, received the review papers for the eight-day holiday, and was ready to go home.

Lao Bai waved to everyone on the podium: "Happy Chinese New Year, children, see you next year!"

"See you next year, teacher!"

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, Yan Yu put the chair upside down on the table and carried his schoolbag on his back.

"I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Song Jian agreed, "I'll find you tomorrow."

"Okay."

Cleaning is required at school, and after returning home, the party will continue to clean up.

He took a rag and wiped the already clean and even reflective cabinet, while complaining: "Mom, it's clean enough."

"Wipe quickly, don't talk so much nonsense." Ji Chunyun dragged the floor, "You see your sister is working."

Yan Ran groaned and wiped the table: "Yes, bro, my sister-in-law will come to our house to celebrate the New Year tomorrow."

"..."

I got used to the banquet and listening to her calling sister-in-law every day.

Letting Song Fan come to his house to celebrate the New Year was not a temporary idea, he had planned it when he knew that Song Fan had always lived alone.

Anyway, they will spend many years together in the future.

His parents got to know about it, and agreed without saying a word.Even Ji Chunmu's love overflowed: "Last time the parents saw that Xiao Song's mother was pretty good, why did you treat the child like this, let him come to our house, and have a good year!"

Cleaning up the house on the first day, and eating some noodles casually at home the next morning, Ji Chunyun started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

There are many things that need to be prepared in advance, such as soaking glutinous rice and vermicelli, cooking duck feet in advance, and then taking bones, and picking shrimp lines, which is a big project.

Yan Ran helped his mother prepare, and Yan Yu took the couplets and blessings and went to post them with his father.

Halfway through the post, the phone vibrated. He told his dad and ran to the balcony to answer the phone.

"Hey?"

"I'm downstairs at your house." Song Wen said, "Sorry...it seems to be a little early."

Yan Yu smiled: "Then come up and help with work."

Song Yan's nervousness this time is no less than the last time he met Song Qing at the banquet, and called him last night to ask him what clothes to wear.

I also checked a lot of information on the gift and bought it in advance.Yan Yu persuaded him not to send it, but Song Yan also refused.

This seemed to be the first time he had refused anything.

How to describe it, there is an idiom that is quite appropriate, it is like facing the enemy.

The author has something to say:

How can I make Xiao Yan cry? (狗头)

And although it may not be misunderstood, I still say that the lyrics are written by myself _(:3」∠)_