cry one let me see

The ONG players have been training until the [-]th day of the new year.

Considering that everyone might not be interested in training on the last day, Chu Huang arranged this day as a training review and game video review for the past month.

A morning passed quickly, and after twelve o'clock, everyone began to go home one after another.

Song Mingyi arrived home at ten o'clock in the evening.

He only carried a small bag, which contained two days' change of clothes and daily necessities.He also brought home the key from Shanghai, but when he tried to open the door, he found that the key in his hand could not be inserted into the door at all.

Song Mingyi froze for a moment, then took out another set of key cards in his bag and took a look.

That's right, the key to the Shanghai family is in the bag, and the key to his own gate is in his hand.

Song Mingyi thought for a while, picked up the other keychain and tried it.

The key used to open the door of the building naturally cannot open the door of his house.

There were faint cries of children coming from behind the door, Song Mingyi put away the keys, and knocked on the door with his hand.

"Who is here!" The lights in the room illuminated the corridor, revealing the woman holding the child behind the door.

"Mom." Song Mingyi called to her.

The smile on Song's mother's face paused, and when it unfolded again, it was far less bright and sincere than the first one, but she still smiled and said to her son: "Ming Yi is back, come in quickly."

Song Mingyi stepped into the threshold with his bag, and asked casually, "My key can't open the door, do you have a spare key at home?"

Mother Song smiled stiffly: "Ah, this... I just sent a key to your grandparents' house the day before yesterday. There are not many spare keys at home."

Song Mingyi: "Then lend me yours, and I'll find someone to make a new one tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, the first day of the Lunar New Year, where can I find someone who will distribute the keys? Let's talk about it another day."

Song Mingyi nodded and said nothing.

Just when Mother Song thought he would not ask any more questions, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the living room, Father Song heard the movement, looked up at Song Mingyi, snorted and said nothing else.

Song Mingyi has long been used to it, and called "Dad" without any emotional ups and downs, and when Song's mother carried Song Minghua back to the bedroom, she asked Song's father casually: "It's been so long since the lock was changed at home, and you haven't prepared any spare keys yet? "

Father Song froze for a moment, frowned, and was very unhappy: "Your mother told you to change the locks at home?"

Song Mingyi stood on the edge of the sofa and looked down at him without speaking.The person sitting on the sofa and being looked down on felt a pressure for no reason.

Father Song muttered something, and impatiently waved away Song Mingyi like a bug: "What do you want the key for? You can't come back to this house once a year."

"Why change the keys?"

Father Song said in a rough voice: "Does it have something to do with you?" After finishing speaking, Father Song shouted, "Is the dumpling ready?"

The cry of the child who had been quiet in the room was revived by his thunderous words.

Song's mother walked out quickly holding Song Minghua, her face was a little hasty and ugly, and she complained: "Why are you shouting so loudly?! I managed to put him to sleep!" As she said, Song's mother hugged Song Minghua in her arms Shaking, the movement was a bit too loud, and the crying of the baby in Shaking followed, and the head followed little by little, and the opened mouth almost knocked on Song's mother's shoulder.

"..." Song Mingyi looked sideways for a while, and stopped Song's mother who was anxiously going back to the room again: "Mom, you go to see the dumplings, and I'll hug him for a while."

Mother Song looked him up, as if hesitating.

Finally, Mother Song took a look into the kitchen and saw the steam bubbling from the pot and the water that was about to splash out. Finally, she took a step forward and put Song Minghua, who was still smelling of milk, into Song Mingyi's arms: "Slow down!" Hug, arms like this..."

After a brief instruction in a few sentences, Mother Song turned and went to the kitchen.

Although the arms of the two-year-old were heavily pressed in his arms, they were still very soft to the touch. Song Mingyi subconsciously tightened his arms and controlled his strength, for fear of throwing the child and strangling him.

Song Minghua is now more than two years old, he can speak a lot, and he can call parents, grandparents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, but when he looks at Song Mingyi with sleepy eyes, his little brain can't see the words in front of him. The person and any title match the number.

——The last time he saw Song Mingyi was a year ago.

Song Minghua blinked away the wet tears in his eyes, stared blankly at the expressionless Song Mingyi, and suddenly hiccupped.

Then he frowned on his soft, white and tender brows, and called out crisply: "Dad?"

Song's father let out a "hey" at the side, but his eyes were fixed on the TV, and he didn't look at it at all.

Song Minghua didn't get a reply from the person in front of him, so he shouted again: "Father!"

The child's eyes are big and bright, and his face is full of childishness, ignorant of worldly affairs.

The corners of Song Mingyi's straight lips pursed, and then hooked.

He is old enough to be the "father" of his younger brother.But he probably never had a chance to have a child in his life.

"Brother." Song Mingyi hugged him and sat on the chair by the dining table, telling him softly.

Song Minghua tilted his head like a dog, not understanding.

This man obviously looks so much like his father.Didn't my brother call those who are similar to me?

"Father?" Song Minghua followed Song Mingyi's example and lowered his voice, creating a nickname for himself.

"It's brother." Song Mingyi corrected with a good temper.

The two came and went for a long time, but Song Minghua still stubbornly refused to call him brother, insisting on calling him "brother" indecently.

Song Mingyi corrected it for a while, but finally had no choice but to give up.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the Song family sat at the dining table and simply ate dumplings.

Song's mother didn't hug Song Minghua back during the meal, she just let Song Mingyi hug him, then broke the dumplings into small pieces, and fed Song Minghua one.

The New Year's Eve party was still playing on TV, but Song Mingyi didn't have time to watch it.

Song's mother didn't clean up his room in advance at all, and now the room is full of all kinds of sundries, and the dust on the cabinet may not have been wiped for a long time.He took a rag, got the water, and cleaned the room himself.

By the time the room was clean enough to sleep, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Song Mingyi opened the window to breathe, and just leaned against the window to smoke a cigarette, took out his phone and looked at it, and really missed the red envelopes and zero blessings in the group.

He replied Happy New Year one by one, and then sent a red envelope in ONG's group.

Now is the time to grab the red envelopes, and the team members were blown out by him at once, and continued to swipe the screen:

"Blessings like the East China Sea, life longer than Nanshan, Happy New Year!" —— Ju Rui's, big or small.

"Happy New Year, Boss, Happy New Year, everyone." ——The serious one belongs to Xia Benchi.

"Happy New Year." - in a hurry and concisely, it was from Chu Huang, who was holding his son and enjoying the family happiness, sending a message with one hand.

"Thank you, senior! Happy New Year everyone!"——Specific address, Ruan Jun's.

……

After reading all the news, Song Mingyi casually replied with an emoji, and clicked on the private chat with Ruan Jun.

After thinking about it, he took a picture of the fireworks flashing by outside the window and sent it to Ruan Jun: "Can you set off fireworks over there?"

Ruan Jun replied by directly taking two photos of him.

The photo was taken through the window. The fireworks bloomed in the night sky outside, covering the entire window, but Song Mingyi only saw the figure reflected in the glass.

It's only been an afternoon apart, but he already misses him a little bit.

"It's beautiful." Song Mingyi conveniently saved this picture of fireworks in the photo album on his mobile phone, and replied.

"Have seniors eaten dumplings?" Ruan Jun asked.

"have eaten."

"I ate it too," Ruan Jun typed quickly, "I ate the cabbage stuffed with pork, and the sour soup I made myself, a big bowl!" After finishing speaking, he attached a picture.

"I want to eat, too."

Ruan Jun's reply over there was a little late by two seconds: "Then I will make it for you back in Shanghai?"

Song Mingyi was satisfied: "Okay."

The night wind was a bit cold, and it crawled into Song Mingyi's neck along the window, and blew the smoke he spit outside back into the bedroom. Song Mingyi closed the window, and finally returned a message to Ruan Jun before going to wash and sleep.

The next morning, when Song Mingyi woke up, the house was empty and there was no one there.

He put the dumplings made last night into the pot, called Song's mother, and learned that Song's mother and Song's father are now taking Song Minghua around to give New Year greetings.

At this time, there was an old voice on the phone and asked, "Song Mingyi didn't come back this year, did he?"

Father Song replied: "I'm back, I didn't let him come out with me."

"Okay, okay. Don't take him out, it's shameful. Just treat Song Minghua as the only one born to you. I'm the only good grandson!"

The phone was silent for a while, Mother Song said with some embarrassment: "I'll talk to you later." Then she hung up the phone.

On the first day of the new year, Song Mingyi stood quietly alone in his home.