I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

It was rare for Jiang Hanchen to fall into a deep sleep, and it was already daylight when he woke up.

His brain, which was always sober when he opened his eyes, was lazy for a moment in the sunshine with a faint milk fragrance.

New Year's Eve.

After so many years, I rekindled my expectations for this day.Jiang Hanchen stretched out his arms and hugged him to the side, but there was no such warm, soft and fragrant child as he expected.

?Already up?

"Brother! Happy Chinese New Year!" Before Jiang Hanchen had time to support himself, he was suppressed by the throwing gun again.

An Xing was wearing a red Chinese-style mandarin jacket with a crouching dragon embroidered on the collar and gold thread on the buckle.

Vulgar and elegant, but they complement each other like tailor-made.

Jiang Hanchen wrapped his arms around his waist as he wished, and kissed him good morning on the corner of his forehead: "Happy New Year, baby."

After washing up, Jiang Hanchen changed into the couple outfit An Xing had prepared for him, and went downstairs calmly.

An Zhi, who was lazily leaning on the sofa, almost spit out his coffee.

Feng Xixi manipulated the game villain, and moved her butt without anyone noticing.

Anzhi was still immersed in the huge visual impact: "Hanchen, has love made you blind?"

Jiang Hanchen walked around him and sat down expressionlessly: "It's because you are not good at aesthetics."

An Zhi laughed angrily: "If I'm not good at aesthetics, my company would have gone bankrupt."

"It's almost there," An Xing gloated and leaned into Jiang Hanchen's arms, "Thanks to you, the process has sped up."

Ning An passed by and listened to it, and slapped An Xing on the head: "What nonsense! It's Chinese New Year."

Aggrieved, An Xing begged for a hug.

After breakfast, Ning An ordered them to decorate the house, in the name of increasing the sense of participation.

An Xing and Jiang Hanchen were assigned to post couplets at the gate. The gate was a bit high, so Jiang Hanchen moved a gun to climb up and asked An Xing to pass the things to him.

An Xing unfolded the couplet, wondering where the housekeeper went to wholesale it, it didn't suit the family at all.

Jiang Hanchen didn't wait for the couplet after all the paste was wiped off. When he looked down, the kid tilted his head and muttered.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

An Xing held up the second couplet, and raised his head with a righteous face: "Brother, our family is already very rich, should we change it?"

Jiang Hanchen glanced at it, hooked his hand and asked An Xing to hand it to him: "Not enough, just earn more to support the family."

An Xing rubbed his ears, the love words of capitalism are really rotten and ironic.

After instructing Jiang Hanchen to paste the couplets, An Xing inspected them with his hips crossed and his head raised.

Shanglian: good luck all year round

The next couplet: Eight treasures enter the house

Horizontal batch: home and everything

Not crooked, not crooked, flat, perfect.OCD expresses satisfaction.

"Hang these outside," An Xing hadn't finished admiring, and Ning An who was in a hurry stuffed a pack of small lanterns, "The beauty value of the small yard depends on you, artist~"

The artist An Xing looked at the ordinary little red lantern in his arms with a speechless face. How can this be improved?It would be nice not to drop.

Jiang Hanchen looked funny, put away his cock and patted his hair that was about to explode: "Let's go, I'll accompany you."

An Xing has one in his left hand and one in his right, running around the yard, looking for a suitable place to hang lanterns.When he encountered a branch that was out of reach, he stepped on it, and Jiang Hanchen, who followed him, would consciously hug him by the waist.

Jumping across the stone bridge of the ornamental pool, An Xing suddenly stopped.

Jiang Hanchen couldn't dodge and almost ran into him, he stopped two steps away and asked him, "Do you want to feed the fish, baby?"

An Xing didn't look sideways, carefully studied his own reflection in the pool, shook the lantern in his left hand, then shook the lantern in his right hand, and suddenly turned sideways and shouted happily: "Brother! Do you think I look like a Fuwa!"

A cluster of koi that gathered for feeding was scattered with a sudden boost of sound waves, causing ripples after waves.The pool water that was thrown up by the fish's tail drew a water line in the air and splashed a few drops on Jiang Hanchen's face.

It was a little cold, but it made his heart feel hot.

"No." He took a step closer.

An Xing didn't expect to be refuted, and wanted to leave a little unhappy, but was nailed in place by Jiang Hanchen's eyes.

Jiang Hanchen took another half step, their breaths were entangled in the water vapor all over the sky.

An Xing heard him whisper before being hugged: "You are my lucky star."

In the evening, there is a New Year's market by the sea, and the time for the New Year's Eve dinner has been deliberately advanced a lot.

Before the meal, Feng Xixi's parents, who were far away in France, sent a video call request.Ning An was about to send a New Year greeting message to Director Feng, when he heard the news, he asked Feng Xixi to directly cast a screen in the living room.

It was still morning in France, Director Feng was reading a newspaper and drinking coffee at the dining table, with a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Director Feng waved his hands excitedly as soon as he got connected: "Xixi!"

Feng Xixi also waved: "Dad!"

"Hey! There are so many people, hello everyone!"

Everyone greeted him warmly.

Anzhi was still a little nervous, he was so cold when they met for the first time, and now he felt guilty: "Uncle Feng, Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Anzhi! Thank you for taking care of us, Xixi!" Director Feng really liked what his future son-in-law would think, and repeatedly greeted his wife who was still in the kitchen, "Chéri! Come here! Don't you want to see Xixi's boyfriend!"

Feng Xixi hastily denied: "...Dad, no."

The voice was not loud, Director Feng didn't hear it, but An Zhi quickly put his shoulders on his shoulders, ignoring his weak struggle, trying to establish the relationship between the couple.

"Bébé!" Feng Xixi's mother is a Chinese-French mixed-race omega. She is full of free-spirited beauty, her long curly hair is tied up casually, her facial features are deep and three-dimensional, especially her pair of blue eyes, which are so breathtaking and undisguised. .

Anzhi felt inexplicably familiar.

He tilted his head to stare at Feng Xixi, peeping through the gap between the side lens and the skin that pair of eyes that had moved his heartstrings.Those eyes inherited his father's dark eyeballs, and his mother's deep eye sockets and long curly eyelashes.

When staring at it, it is like a calm deep sea, and when it is flowing, it is like a meteor in a glimpse.

But at this time it was laughing, like a frightened bird that moved upon hearing the wind.

Pa, the string in Anzhi's heart broke.

Feng Xixi was still chatting with his parents, interspersed with Ning An's voice from time to time, An Zhi couldn't hear it very clearly, and the two eyelashes fluttering across the lens made him briefly absent-minded.

"An... hold?"

"Big brother?"

"Hold your baby?"

Hearing his name in a daze, An Zhi woke up in the close distance between his lips and Feng Xixi's cheek, and he moved back greatly.

A hearty laugh came from the screen, and Anzhi scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment: "Uncle and aunt, I just laughed."

"No, no," Feng's mother looked back and forth between Anzhi and Feng Xixi, and winked at her son with a smile, "Bébé, vousêtes parfaits."

Feng Xixi blushed suddenly: "Maman!"

Mother Feng showed no sign of remorse: "Okay, just kidding."

Feng Xixi glanced at An Zhi secretly, praying silently in her heart that he didn't understand.

Unexpectedly, he felt the palms on his shoulders tightened, and he heard An Zhi's authentic French accent: "Merci."

Feng Xixi raised her hand and pressed her chest lightly.

An Xing was covering his mouth in the background, and Jiang Hanchen knew little about French, so he asked in a low voice, "What is Auntie talking about?"

An Xing put his ears together: "They are a perfect match."

At this moment, An Zhi's hearing became sharp again, and he turned his head and added as if he didn't think it was enough: "It's a match made in heaven."

The blood flowed crazily, and the rampant blood red flooded the tips of Feng Xixi's ears.

While talking, Feng Xixi's grandparents came back from exercising. After greeting everyone, Feng Xixi turned off the projection screen and focused on chatting with them.

The two old people settled in France when they were young, and they can't speak Chinese very well, and their daily communication is in French.

It was the first time Anzhi saw Feng Xixi speak French, which was very different from when she spoke Chinese. It was soft and sticky with a playful ending, probably because of the closeness, and there was an imperceptible coquettish tone in her tone.

An Zhi eavesdropped blatantly, but was "forced" to find out because he was too focused, and then joined the conversation very naturally, coaxing the two old people to smile.

An Xing was very relieved that your eldest brother is still your eldest brother.

The author has something to say: Thank you for Baidu translation of all the French content, the question is your right (^_?)?☆