The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Qiao Zhiyuan was gone, and Song Xuyao ​​was still looking at the door reluctantly.

Father Song sat on the dining table and felt full just looking at this worthless young son.

However, the New Year’s Eve dinner is naturally lively, and Song’s mother brought out the wine that Song’s father had collected for many years. Now, Song’s father felt that he was going to suffocate. Greedy and drinking to one's heart's content, Song Jing saw Xiao Yan staring eagerly, pushed his own wine glass over, "Try?"

Xiao Yan hesitated for a second, then shook his head, "After drinking at night, not only will my butt hurt, but my throat will also hurt the next day."

Song Jing: "... Where did you hear that?"

"Your brother has personally verified it, so it's accurate," Xiao Yan persuaded him earnestly, "Old Song, you should drink less."

Song Jing turned her head and glanced at Song Xuyao.

Song Xuyao ​​burped, and suddenly felt a little cold, what's the matter?The heating is quite sufficient.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone watched Xiao Yan fly to record the Spring Festival Gala for a satellite TV two days ago. He neither sang nor danced, but talked about an old-fashioned cross talk with Yu Yihang. After amusing everyone, Xiao Yan was so ashamed that he wanted to sneak into the cracks of the sofa, but he also received five New Year's money, and even the heartless Song Xuyao ​​gave his boss a share, which is undoubtedly the favor of the group.

Speaking of New Year's money, there is another essential item in the New Year that is suitable for all ages-grabbing red envelopes.

Dad Song is a crazy fan of grabbing red envelopes. He usually doesn’t blink his eyes when he faces millions of dollars in business every minute. Now he is very happy to grab a few cents in red envelopes. Unfortunately, shaking his hands in front of the TV hurts. With a sore arm, I grabbed two of them, a total of [-] cents, so I had to set up a group for my eldest son to post and grab them.

It's a pity that Song's mother is always the king of luck. Whenever she is happy, Song's mother sends out a series of red envelopes from the boss in the group of relatives and friends.

The aunt said that her brat was about to run away, and she would be thankful as long as she brought back a living person to live a good life. The second aunt said that your brother Jing is not too young. You are an elder and let him mess around, boyfriend What's the matter? It's just a matter of being immoral and just playing around. Song Mama immediately reprimanded her with a few words, and asked the second aunt to spit out the red envelopes she snatched, which can relieve her anger.

It's just that after a while, the third aunt called, saying that her daughter was crying when she learned about Song Jing's daughter-in-law, and that she and Song Jing had made a private appointment for life when she was a child, and she wanted to make a video call with Song Jing, why? No coaxing.

What?Xiao Yan's ears immediately perked up.

Song Jing smiled and asked him to come over and make a video together.

Xiao Yan unceremoniously sat on Lao Song's lap, and Song Jing supported his waist to let him relax.

As soon as the video call was turned on, the well-dressed little girl was only about seven or eight years old, holding back tears with red eyes, just about to question how the flawless Prince Charming in the dream turned into a scumbag or a crooked man, but the result Seeing Xiao Yan and Song Jing's posture, he was taken aback, "Uncle, who is this good-looking brother?"

Love comes too fast like a tornado, she seems to have to move on!

"..." Song Jing took an arrow in her heart, and turned off the video without saying a word.

The little girl on the other side of the video was dumbfounded, and immediately cried even more heartbreakingly.

The ruthless Song Jing was complained by his mother, Xiao Yan gloated and smiled with crooked eyes, like a sweet little fox.

Then Little Fox's cell phone rang.

Xiao Yan took care of Le and didn't pay attention at all. It was Song's mother who reminded her. Song's mother looked at the caller ID and gave him a worried look. Xiao Yan didn't look carefully. Noisy, the man at the other end was obviously drunk, and came up with a sentence: "Yanyan! I'm sorry for you!"

Xiao Yan tried his best to recognize this strange yet familiar voice, and asked, "Excuse me... who are you?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then increased the volume and shouted: "Son, I am your father! I know you must blame me!"

Xiao Yan took the phone away: "I don't blame you."

The little idiot who blamed you was probably brainwashed by the bloody drama. On his birthday, he questioned the sky in the rain, but he died accidentally, but he didn't wait for a happy birthday in the end.

"No, you're just blaming me!" Dad Daddy said incoherently with his tongue out, "You used to call and scold me all the time, but now you don't even call, not a single one! Little bastard, you are so big for nothing! You can blame me in your heart, how can I not know! Dad doesn't blame you! Tell me, do you still blame me?!"

Papa Xiao was also puzzled, how could his eldest son not blame him?How guilty he is, the eldest son has to blame him, so that he can feel better and continue to raise them with peace of mind.

Xiao Yan seemed to be able to smell the pungent smell of alcohol through the phone: "Okay, then I blame you."

Xiao's father was furious when he heard this: "How can you blame me?! Little white-eyed wolf, anyone can blame your dad! Only you can't!"

Xiao Yan: "..."

"Why are you so crazy, I told you not to drink so much," Xiao's father's current wife, Xiao Yan's nominal stepmother, snatched the phone and said awkwardly, "Is it Xiaoyan? Your father drank too much , just ignore him, auntie... Auntie wishes you a happy new year in advance."

Xiao Yan was a little surprised, and pulled the window glass twice, but didn't know what to say.

So, when the drunk Dad Xiao took back the initiative of the mobile phone again, he heard his little white-eyed wolf hold back for a long time and said dryly: "... I wish you a happy new year too."

"Hey!" Papa Xiao happily responded, "Hey boy!"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Why do you suddenly feel sorry for your stepmother? ? ?

After hanging up Xiao's father's phone, not long after, Xiao's mother also called for the first time.

Xiao Yan almost suspected that the two of them had negotiated to get together. In order not to repeat the same mistakes, he answered the phone and said flatly: "I don't blame you."

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and there was a sniffling sound, which sounded a bit blocked, "Good boy, it's my mother who is sorry for you. I originally wanted to hide the divorce from your father from you until after the college entrance examination, so as not to affect you. Studying... Now that you are grown up and sensible, Mom can rest assured, your words are the best New Year gift Mom has ever received."

Xiao Yan was at a loss when he heard the sniffling voice on the phone: "Don't cry..."

Xiao Ma sniffed her nose vigorously, "Mom didn't cry, she just caught a cold."

A loud boy's voice came from the side: "It's not because you love to look pretty and went out in a skirt yesterday. Hey, the world of women is really hard to understand."

"You're the only one who is clever." Mother Xiao pulled her youngest son over, "Come on, call me brother."

The little boy didn't appreciate this elder brother who only appeared in his mother's mouth but had never met him at all, and yelled into his mobile phone like a prank: "Hey! Little boy!" After shouting, he quickly broke free from Xiao Ma, laughing and laughing ran away.

Xiao Yan who felt half deaf: "..."

After finally getting rid of the double torture of cheap parents, Xiao Yan stared out of the window at the fireworks that had started to crackle into the sky and became dazed.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Jing hugged the stunned little guy into her arms from behind.

Song Ma, who kept looking here, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yan whispered: "I miss my mother."

Song Jing hugged him tighter, resting her chin on his hairy head: "Then I'll think about it with you."

Xiao Yan raised his head: "...Why do you feel that something is wrong?"

Staring at his bright black eyes, Song Jing lowered her head and kissed him quickly on the lips.

Xiao Yan blushed, "Everyone is here!"

Otherwise, he would definitely come back with a kiss, which would be a pity.

Song Jing pressed his cranky little head and said with a smile, "Would you like to go to set off the fireworks?"

Xiao Yan jumped against his hand, "Go!"

When I was a child, I knew that there were firecrackers, and there were weddings and festivals among the people. It was crackling and festive, but open flames were banned in the palace, and Xiao Yan never let it go. Now he was very excited, and he and Lao Song got together to watch the time.

There are still a few minutes until zero o'clock, Xiao Yan flicked on the lighter, illuminating the faces of both of them, "Lao Song, think about it, it will definitely take a second or two seconds to light the fireworks. If we It must be slow to wait until midnight, so how about we play it a little earlier, and then we can just cross the zero hour and put it directly from this year to next year?"

Song Jing met his anxious eyes and couldn't help smiling, "Okay, you or I?"

Xiao Yan proudly raised the hot lighter in his hand, "I'll light it!"

"Then be careful, pay attention to safety, don't get so close." Mrs. Song went online again without any surprise.

Xiao Yan first chose a small one, squatted on the side and pressed the lighter, but there was a gust of wind out of nowhere, and the flames slanted almost to his hands, and he hadn't lit the fuse yet.

Seeing this, Song Jing bent down to protect him from the wind, and now Xiao Yan lit the lighter, and the fuse immediately ignited, sparks popped out, his hands trembled in fright, and he hurriedly dragged Song Jing Then she stepped back, Song Jing was protecting him for fear that he would fall.

With the sound of "boom", a firework quickly rose into the sky, and instantly exploded into a brilliant firework in the dark night.

Song Xuyao ​​at the side didn't realize it, and thought it was time, so he hurriedly lit the firecrackers. The firecrackers were well bought, and they were set off at one o'clock. Feishe, Song Xuyao ​​covered his ears and rushed to the door of the house quickly, feeling that he was about to explode into the most splendid fireworks in the sky.

The whole family huddled at the door of the house and covered their ears affectionately, but Mrs. Song did not cover her ears with her crutches. Her hearing is not as good as it used to be in her old age, so she thought it was just right to be so loud.

After a while, the firecrackers and fireworks were over, and everyone looked at their phones, and it was not past zero yet!Only half a minute away!

Xiao Yan was ridiculed unanimously and mercilessly, and together with his family, he hurriedly lit boxes of fireworks. Every household around and in the distance, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks also scrambled like a canopy, Xiao Yan was very happy He leaned the back of his head on Lao Song's well-touched chest muscles, and looked up at the colorful fireworks.

Empress, I am very lucky and very happy, and I miss you very much.

There is also the strict and strict wife Song's father, the very understanding and reasonable Song mother, the old lady Song who has a temper like a child and has a lot of knowledge, Song Xuyao, a slightly bitter bastard, noble and glamorous, seems to be getting closer to bastards recently Zhiyuan, the assistant sister who is burning with the soul of a rotten girl, and the four-eyed boy who has a crush on Banhua... Xiao Yan has not finished reading a lot in his heart. Anyway, he just wants to wish many, many lovely people all the best, Shoubi Nanshan.

Finally, Xiao Yan poked back secretly, and the restless little paw was immediately grabbed by the big warm hand, and then held tightly.

Xiao Yan grinned silly, and Lao Song, he and Lao Song will always be together.

In the end, he still has a little selfishness, which is next year... no, this year, he must grow to [-] meters in order to defend his dignity as an attacker!

Hey.

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The author has something to say: the text ends with flowers~

Afterwards, there should be a few small episodes every other day. The little emperor has grown up, art exams, and receiving buns. That’s all I can think of for the time being~

Shoot seven times a night wave hey ♂ hey ♀ hey mine!Thank you for being here!love~