a mistake

After staying in Qing'an for two months, the Spring Festival arrived in a blink of an eye.In line with the purpose of earning money, Huang Fei plans not to go home for the New Year.He warmly invited Fang Nancuo to eat hot pot on New Year's Eve.He also mysteriously said that every Chinese New Year, a mysterious guest would come to the store.

Fang Nan got up together on the morning of New Year's Eve and found that there was light snow in the sky.Different from the snow in the north, the snow in the south is gentle, with fine snow particles falling down, and you can ignore it if you don’t pay attention.

In the morning, Fang Nancuo tidied up the house a little at home. The house was not big, so he tidied it up quickly.He hesitated for a long time to pick up the Spring Festival couplets on the table, and finally decided to stick them on the door.

The time overlapped, and a familiar feeling flooded my body.Last year in my memory, he was cooking, and Cheng Jingming was pasting Spring Festival couplets outside the door.Fang Nancuo sighed softly, and suddenly wanted to know what Cheng Jingming was doing now.When she was with Cheng Jingming, Meixiu was very busy with work.Now Cheng Jingming should have time to paint.

People are such contradictory animals, the more you control yourself not to think, the more your thoughts seem to guide you to a forbidden place.People can never escape memories and the past.

In the afternoon, Fang Nancuo went to the coffee shop early, and Huang Fei prepared a lot of things in the shop to cook hot pot together in the evening.

As soon as Fang Nan walked in, he saw a man in a jumper sitting in the corner of the hall. He didn't seem to notice Fang Nan walked in, still looking down at a book.

"This is the guest." Huang Fei whispered.

"Oh." Fang Nancuo subconsciously glanced at the man again.After all, on the day of family reunion on New Year's Eve, the people who still stay in the inn are really special.

The man read the book all afternoon, and Fang Nan poured water for him by mistake a few times before he raised his head briefly, revealing a pair of empty eyes, and then continued to read.At night, the familiar opening sound came from the TV, and the man took the book and went straight back to the room.

Fang Nancuo looked at Huang Fei who was happily preparing the hot pot and asked, "Is he not eating with us?"

"Yes, he went back to the house to eat instant noodles."

"Do you want to go up and ask him to come down and have hot pot with us?"

Huang Fei stopped Fang Nancuo: "He came to the inn to celebrate the New Year to hide himself, so let's not disturb him."

Fang Nan turned on the induction cooker by mistake, and a tempting aroma soon wafted from the bottom of the double pepper pot.Huang Fei couldn't wait to pour a box of fat beef rolls into the pot.

At this time, the door of the cafe was opened, and a gust of cold air slipped in through the crack of the door.

"Li'er, why are you here?" Fang Nan stood up by mistake, and took the lunch box from Wang Lixiang's hand.

"I'll bring you dumplings." Wang Lixiang patted the snow on her clothes, "The snow is about to stop."

Huang Fei opened the lunch box with a smile: "Yo, there are eighteen pleats in this dumpling with a big belly. It's not you who made it."

Wang Lixiang pouted, pretending to be sullen: "It wasn't for you to eat."

Before she finished speaking, Huang Fei had already picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth without caring about burning it. He nodded at Wang Lixiang while poking his lips: "I like the three fresh stuffing stuffing the most."

Fang Nan went to the kitchen with a wrong smile and took the bowls and chopsticks to Wang Lixiang.

Wang Lixiang was also polite, took off her coat, and the three of them sat around the table and ate hot pot.

"Is that person upstairs?" Wang Lixiang pointed to the second floor curiously.

"Ah."

"This is the fourth year." Wang Lixiang was always curious about the strange guest that Huang Fei was talking about.

"Yeah." Huang Fei's attention was all on the beef roll, and he didn't notice that the two people on the opposite side had put down their chopsticks and were looking at him.

"Why? Why didn't he go home?" Wang Lixiang couldn't bear it anymore and picked up the fat beef roll box next to Huang Fei's arm, "Don't worry about eating it."

Huang Fei snatched the box and said casually: "It's about feelings. Is it hard to guess?"

Wang Lixiang put down her appetite immediately after being caught up: "That's it?"

Huang Fei finally stopped his chopsticks and looked up at Wang Lixiang: "You haven't been in love, have you?"

"I think he's quite quiet, maybe he has something on his mind. I hope he can think it over soon." Fang Nan looked at Wang Lixiang by mistake, "Hurry up and go home early. Uncles and aunts are still waiting for you to go home for the New Year."

"My parents don't have time to take care of me right now. Eight relatives have come to my hometown, and our family has to wait for meals at the moment."

"You can live here. You can choose any vacant room on the second floor. I'll give you a [-]% discount."

"I'm your employee, why did you give me a [-]% discount?"

Fang Nancuo followed suit: "He just gave me a [-]% discount!"

"You come to be the second boss, I will give you free bills every day."

Wang Lixiang was taken aback by Huang Fei's direct confession, and almost spilled the drink in her hand.She quietly glanced at Fang Nancuo beside her.

"Li'er, hurry up and eat, I'll take you home later, there's no one on the way to celebrate the New Year."

Huang Fei saw that Fang Nan had changed the subject by mistake, so he stopped talking.

After dinner, Fang Nan drove Huang Fei's car to send Wang Lixiang home.

The road was dry, as if it had never snowed.Fang Nan listened to the crackling sound of firecrackers in the distance, and the image of Cheng Jingming came into his mind again.Maybe people always want to miss the past, and festivals like to remind you of the past time and time again.

When he drove back to the store, Huang Fei was leaning against the door smoking a cigarette.

"Give me one." Fang Nan said wrongly.

Huang Fei asked while passing the cigarette, "Do you smoke?"

Fang Nancuo took a deep breath and tried not to cough it out. He nodded.

Suddenly there was a burst of fireworks in the distance, Huang Fei squinted his eyes to look at the fireworks, as if asking Fang Nancuo casually: "You really don't think about me?"

Fang Nancuo was silent for a while: "I just went through..."

"I know." After Huang Fei finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed, "I saw it on the Internet. It's a big deal."

"Oh."

"I think you can completely forget about the past now. Xiao Fang, everything will pass, just like the fireworks flying in the air, won't they all have to fall to the ground and turn into a handful of ashes before disappearing without a trace?"

"Do you believe those gossips?" Fang Nan looked at Huang Fei by mistake, "Do you believe it?"

Huang Fei hastily explained: "Those gossips can write anything in order to attract attention."

"Those reports are true." Fang Nancuo lowered his eyes, "I remember a movie with a line in it, the old woman who lost her youth is me, the girl who lost her youth is me, and that man is also me .So I will not forget the past. These right and wrong are disturbing and the present is the complete me."

Huang Fei was dumbfounded: "Then do you want to bear the past all the time?"

"I don't know. I just got out of a relationship and I need time."

"Oh. Xiao Fang, look at that person on the second floor. Although I accompany him every year, I sincerely hope that he will not come again next year. No matter how much you have experienced, those experiences can only become the past, and should not become your burden .”

Fang Nancuo took a deep breath and nodded, "I know. So I hope you can meet the right person."

Huang Fei lit another cigarette, and the thin smoke slowly rose and drifted into the distance...