I don't just want to dream about you

Shen's mother was noncommittal about what Shen Qinghan said, and just used it to live in Shen Qinghan's room.

"Aren't you going back?" Shen Qinghan hadn't lived under the same roof as his mother for many years, suddenly there was such a person in the house.I feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

"Go back in a while." Shen's mother was wearing pajamas, blowing her hair, and said, "When you break up in love, a mother can comfort you."

"I've already said, I won't be broken in love." Shen Qinghan's tone was not very happy, he shook his phone with a showy look, "Yihuan and I are in a period of passionate love"

So who knows how long it will last?

Shen's mother complained in her heart, and then said nothing.The passionate love among young people is like the first day.It will only be full of vigor, not sunset.

Shen Qinghan's personality is more like her father's.Has no style at all.

Mother Shen rested her chin with her hand, thinking about what she would do if she were Shen Qinghan and Meng Yihuan was the one she liked.

You must firmly hold the initiative.I will never let the other party out of my sight for a moment, and invade her life bit by bit, so that everyone can clearly understand that this person is taken by me.

Then the person I like is impossible to separate from myself due to all sympathy.

The more Shen's mother thought about it, the more powerful she felt.Complacent and proud, I am going to instill this aspect with my daughter.

Shen Qinghan didn't care about his mother at all.She was asking what Meng Yihuan was busy with and if she had time to call herself.

On Meng Yihuan's side, the room was full of relatives.Meng Yihuan, a social terrorist, fell into despair of not knowing who the seven aunts and eight aunts were.

"Meng Yihuan, people are using pestles to act as logs, call for help!"

Ms. Meng, I really want to shout, but how many people do I know?

Meng Yihuan forcefully smiled, stood tentatively by the sofa, and whispered to the middle-aged uncle who was facing the crisis of baldness who was smiling at him, "Second uncle?"

Before the middle-aged uncle could speak, Meng Yihuan's old mother couldn't take it anymore. She looked helplessly at her daughter who worried her so much, and said in a loud voice, "This is your uncle! He hugged you before."

"How long ago did that happen?" Meng Yihuan's voice was still there when she said it, but she lost her breath as she spoke, so she didn't say any more.

"Huanhuan doesn't recognize uncle?" The middle-aged uncle smiled, but also pretended to be sad.

Although he didn't want to say that, Meng Yihuan could only smile awkwardly and scratch the back of his head.

"She is so virtuous that everyone is blind and doesn't know her." Meng Yihuan's mother said helplessly, and patted Meng Yihuan, "Hurry up and bring out the fruit."

"Oh"

Meng Yihuan, who had a lot of problems in his heart, quickly took out his mobile phone after leaving the sight of his relatives, and shared it with Shen Qinghan.

Every year when it comes to the New Year, she always feels that she is out of place with this family.The seven aunts and eight aunts are all objects that I can't handle.

Shen Qinghan looked at the message from Meng Yihuan, his smiling eyes were crescent like crescents.

She has already imagined what Meng Yihuan was like in that scene?

"It's been hard work." The voice from Shen Qinghan made Meng Yihuan feel that he was doing well again.She hadn't seen Shen Qinghan for several days, which made Meng Yihuan miss Shen Qinghan and her kiss very much.

"Isn't that right, I really don't know any of them." Meng Yihuan squatted in the corner, and while talking, glanced at a row of people in the living room, and then continued to add, "Oh, that's not right, I still know a few people." individual"

"I just can't say my name"

Shen Qinghan had never encountered such troubles.Since the death of grandparents and grandparents, the family has been very scattered, and they all live their own lives.

Since the last relative reunion, it was still because the old man was seriously ill, and he had to explain part of the funeral.

"Who are you chatting with? Laughing so happily." Meng Yihuan's father was wearing an apron and holding a pot and fork in his hand.What he was cooking was braised pork, and it happened that during the time it was simmering, he was about to come out to get some air, and he happened to grab a bag of Meng Yihuan.

Seeing his daughter acting like a spoiled child during the period of passionate love, Meng Yihuan's father suddenly felt that the whole person was not well!

He squinted his eyes halfway, remembering what his wife was worried about before, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it.

Could it be that his daughter is dating behind his back?

Looking at the screen of his daughter's mobile phone, the note is after the senior sister.Meng Yihuan's father's face was even weirder, could it be that he was thinking wrong?

That shouldn't be the case, my daughter has never chatted like this.

"I didn't chat with anyone." Meng Yihuan subconsciously wanted to hide the phone, but felt that if she hid the phone, she would be suspected.

How old is he? It's not too much to fall in love, right?

If it were only a boy in question, perhaps there would be no such trouble.However, the one I like is my senior, this is an unchangeable fact.

"Aren't you chatting with your senior sister?" Meng Yihuan's father saw clearly, he always felt that his daughter seemed to be hiding something from him.

"Well, that's right!" Meng Yihuan suddenly felt that he was justified, and held out the phone, "I'm paying New Year's greetings to my senior sister."

"Well, then you go out and say New Year greetings to them too"

Just like that, Meng Yihuan was driven into the living room again.

Meng Yihuan felt that it was necessary for him to find a time to be with his parents as soon as possible, and to show that what he liked was about girls.

Otherwise, I would have to hide it every day at home.This is not fair to senior sister.

Seeing that Meng Yihuan didn't send him a message, Shen Qinghan thought that he must be busy greeting relatives.After putting down the phone, he looked at his mother who was reading a book.

"Are you going to spend the Chinese New Year here this year?"

"You can't let my precious daughter celebrate the New Year alone?" Shen Qinghan's mother raised her head and glanced at her too young daughter.

She wants to take her daughter back for the New Year.Since she divorced her ex-husband, her daughter has been staying with the elderly at home. If she goes back to celebrate the New Year with herself this year, it will be the first time she brings her daughter back to celebrate the New Year after the divorce.

"I don't intend to go back with you." Shen Qinghan said calmly.

That home was her mother's, not hers.

"Then you're going to your father's place?"

"don't go"

Shen Qinghan felt that it would be good to spend the New Year alone, at least there wouldn't be too many troubles.

"You don't always think about letting that child come to celebrate the New Year with you, do you?" Shen Qinghan's mother saw through Shen Qinghan's thoughts in an instant.

She frowned in displeasure, and tried to convince her daughter, "If you think that way, stop thinking about it. That child has a family of his own, so how could he spend the New Year with you?"

"I just think it's nice to be alone." How could Shen Qinghan not know, it was impossible for Meng Yihuan to accompany him to celebrate the New Year, but even so it didn't matter.

Just carve out a little time for yourself that day.

"Either go back with me, or go back with your dad"

Shen Qinghan was silent for a while. In the new family formed by her father, the child was only five years old and had long been used to monopolizing his father's favor. How could he accept his appearance?

Likewise, the own mother already had her child.You shouldn't go anywhere by yourself.

"My brother likes you very much, and he really hopes that you can come here." Mother Shen thought of her youngest son at home, and her heart suddenly softened into a ball.

"Every day after class, he clamors to watch the TV series you act in"

Mother Shen talked little by little about her son's love for his sister.But Shen Qinghan was still unmoved, she thought of that little boy.

When she was in college, the little boy had secretly visited her with his father.

He looked like a sensible and well-educated child.But he warned himself over and over again that that was his mother alone, so keep himself away from them.

"No, I don't want to go"

Even now the little boy fell in love with him and was willing to regard himself as his sister.Or if his mother was lying to him, Shen Qinghan would never go.

All belong to others.She understood this truth as early as the day her parents divorced.

"Do you not want to go, or are you really just waiting for that child to accompany you to celebrate the New Year?"

Mother Shen's tone was a little harsh.This is the confidence she should have as a mother "I tell you, if you are waiting for that child to accompany you for the New Year, so don't go back. I will go to her house now and tell her parents about you and her."

There was another period of silence, Shen Qinghan even laughed at herself in her heart, how could she feel that her mother had changed?

In essence, he is still the person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.I obviously hate this kind of person deeply, but I also became such a person.

"It's just that I don't want to go"

This conversation broke up again.Shen's mother looked gloomy, these years she was too smooth, her husband and son were obedient to her, so she naturally thought that her daughter was the same.

But reality hit her hard.Her daughter is too difficult to tame, even after suffering so much, she still won't change.

After sending all the relatives out, Meng Yihuan couldn't wait to make a phone call to Shen Qinghan.

There are many people in Meng Yihuan's family, so it will always be extraordinarily busy during Chinese New Year.So much so that she didn't have time to spend time with Shen Qinghan.

"Yihuan..." Shen Qinghan raised his head and stared at the ceiling, feeling deeply exhausted, and shouted Meng Yihuan's name with a trace of dependence.

Before Meng Yihuan could say anything, Shen Qinghan continued, "I miss you so much"

It's like the gentle brushing of a feather.Meng Yihuan's heart beat uncontrollably in an instant.

The author has something to say: Please, I love Shen Qinghan so much