Husband and wife are also sultry

Outside, there were constant sounds of firecrackers and fireworks. In Cui Hang's ears, the feeling of exploding was the strongest feeling of homesickness.

The smell of dumplings floated in the air, and the network administrators were cooking dumplings. Although they didn't go home, they still wanted to eat some dumplings.

Smelling this smell, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, and looking at the pictures of himself and Lu Zhi on the computer screen, Cui Hang didn't move for a long time, just sat there and cried.

He couldn't hide himself anymore, and he couldn't control himself anymore.

When emotions reach this peak, they must be vented.

Otherwise, he felt that he would go crazy.

He didn't know what he should do to reduce this discomfort, but the tears kept flowing out, it was no longer a matter of control or not.

People kept getting off the plane, checking out and going home.

The Internet cafe, which was originally deserted, ended up with only Cui Hang and a few network administrators left.

That kind of mood made Cui Hang even more disappointed.

Everyone else has a home to return to, but now I have a home and can't go back. I can only imagine that when the family members have a reunion dinner together, I will be alone.

I don't know if there are coins in the dumplings made by my parents this year.

Every year in the past, that coin must be eaten by myself.

He also thinks that the New Year's Eve dinner made by his parents is not delicious. Mom always puts too much salt in cooking, while Dad's dishes are always too light.

However, today he really wants to eat the imperfect New Year's Eve dinner made by his parents, and then he will dislike it again in front of them.

I don't know if they will leave a pair of bowls and chopsticks for themselves, pretend that they have gone back, have this New Year's Eve dinner with them, and then set off firecrackers, as if they are by their side.

Cui Hang has no way to express this feeling.

Unstoppable tears made Cui Hang unable to see the screen clearly at all, as if he was looking at the photo of himself and Lu Zhi through a water curtain.

The expressions of the two have become unreal, like a dream, only the outlines can be seen vaguely.

No, crying like this all the time doesn't make any sense.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and then wiped away his tears.

His eyes were a little red and swollen, I really didn't expect that I could also have tears pouring down my face.

Rubbing his eyes with a tissue, he saw a few network administrators gathered not far away, as if looking at him, and talking in a low voice.

Maybe, in their eyes, I look like a fool now.

I don’t go home during the Chinese New Year, and then I go to the Internet cafe and cry at the computer screen.

They will not understand that feeling because they are not themselves.

After thinking about it, he asked for a bucket of instant noodles.

Soon, after the network manager soaked it for him, he brought it over, still with a look in his eyes.

"Thank you." Cui Hang didn't look him in the eyes, and didn't want to meet the network administrator's eyes.

Then, he picked up a fork and lifted the lid of the instant noodles.

After the steaming instant noodles entered his stomach, he was slightly relieved from the pain he felt just now.

But, along the eyes, the tears rolling down in the noodle soup again, what happened?

It must be that the heat made my eyes feel uncomfortable. Cui Hang comforted himself like this, but he was also deceiving himself like this.

Just pretend that what I eat is not instant noodles, but those dishes made by my parents, which are salty and too light, but they are indeed the most memorable dishes.