Ginger Flower

It's New Years.

Jiang Hua shook her head and sat on the chair, feeling a little irritable.

That guy Cong Shen lied to himself again.

This time I won't forgive anything.

Jiang Hua rubbed her stiff face, took her coat and went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, then rushed to Mama Cong's house.

It rarely snows in N City, and even with rain, the temperature does not drop below zero degrees Celsius. The patter of the road, mixed with garbage from firecrackers, really has a sense of Chinese New Year.

The shops have been closed, only a few scattered small shops are still standing, but they are already preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner.

When Jiang Hua walked to the door, she heard Zhen Chuan's voice making Mama Cong laugh out loud.

Zhen Chuan and Chen Jiayun, one was reprimanded by his father for not wanting to go abroad, and the other was urged to marry by his father for not wanting to go back to his hometown.

They both ran to Painter Jiang. Fortunately, Jiang Hua had already made a plan to ask Zhen Chuan and Chen Jiayun to accompany Mama Cong to watch the new year.

This made Cong's mother come out of the disappointment that Cong Shen couldn't go home. Zhen Chuan was not stupid in the first place, otherwise how could he have bluffed Chen Jiayun, a peerless good man? happy.

"Brother, you're here!" Zhen Chuan saw Jiang Hua with sharp eyes.

Chen Jiayun stood up immediately, took the food in Jiang Hua's hand, and said, "Didn't you buy takeaway? Why do you still need to buy food?"

Cong's mother pinched Zhen Chuan's face and said: "New Year's Eve dinner... where can I order takeaway? Let's leave the takeaway for you as a supper. I'll make you something delicious today!"

Chen Jiayun nodded obediently, and went to help Mama Cong, while Zhen Chuan and Jiang Hua sat on the sofa chatting with their hands disabled.

"Brother, Cong Shen won't come back this year for the New Year?"

Jiang Hua rolled her eyes and said, "...can you carry which pot without opening it?"

Zhen Chuan smiled ingratiatingly, and said, "Hey...brother, you are so stubborn...that man...do you always want to maintain a little bit of masculine dignity in front of your own wife! Look at how much you lose your position by being fired! Can you?" Tell you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Jiayun yelled in the kitchen: "A Chuan! Peel some garlic!"

"okay!"

Jiang Hua looked at Zhen Chuan's doggy legs, kicked his ass and said, "Strip your masculinity, you idiot."

A man must have his own business.Jiang Hua never denied this, but Jiang Hua really couldn't understand it.

Now that we are together, we should share these things together. Why did Cong Shen hide it...or does he not believe that I can help him?Or did you never even think about asking for my help?

Cong's mother cooks very fast, and with Chen Jiayun as a good wife and mother, she cooked a table of dishes in a short time.

After saying a few auspicious words, Mama Cong handed the red envelopes she had prepared to the three of them.

Jiang Hua put her head down and ate hard. Let's think about Cong Shen's matter later, and don't care about it now.

There are very few such family-like existences, in Jiang Hua's memory.

So Jiang Hua didn't disappoint, and the group sat on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala, never mentioning anything about Cong Shen, lest Cong's mother would be unhappy.

After Mama Cong fell asleep, Jiang Hua and Zhen Chuan carefully closed the door and went back to their respective houses.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and there was really no one on the street.At twelve o'clock just now, firecrackers blew, and the air was filled with a strong smell of smoke and dust. Jiang Hua didn't dislike it, and this smell made people feel like they were celebrating the New Year.

The red firecracker paper was spun around at the speed of the car, and Jiang Hua suddenly wanted Cong Shen to be by his side.

Being able to share your feelings about the scenery with your lover is probably what Jiang Hua has been pursuing for a long time.

But now, Cong Shen is not around.

Even calling and listening is a sign of weakness.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang? Are you back so late?" The grandfather at the canteen downstairs saw Jiang Hua coming from the parking lot and asked.

Jiang Hua nodded and said, "Go to my mother's house to watch the new year. I just came back. Are you still asleep, sir?"

"How can it be? I was woken up by the sound of firecrackers at twelve o'clock. I smelled a sticky smell in a daze. I thought it was a fire, so I came out for a stroll to see if there were any firecrackers that had not been blown up." Throw it away, don't make any trouble at that time."

Jiang Hua didn't feel sleepy either, so he just walked downstairs with the old man, and he really picked up the flying monkey's scud or something and threw it away before it was fried, and a spark would ignite it.

"Little Jiang, I'm sorry to trouble you, but you still accompany me, a bad old man, for a walk at night."

Jiang Hua shook her head and said, "Anyway, I can't sleep, and chatting with you will also gain insight."

The old man opened the door of the canteen and said, "Go up with some snacks, it's so late. It's time to digest the New Year's Eve dinner."

Jiang Hua shook his head, secretly took the money and put it under the Lucky Cat, and then searched for a few bottles of beer.

"Drinking only? Do you want to go to the old man's place to get some supper?"

"No, old man, go to bed earlier."

Jiang Hua bid farewell to the old man, and walked home alone, but saw a figure under the dim light.

Cong... Cong Shen? !

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