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Since he started working in Tingyun, every Chinese New Year, he used the method of giving red envelopes to his younger brothers and sisters to escape the fate of performing shows, and he can be regarded as one of the "adults".

I just gave New Year's money to my relatives' younger brothers. On occasions like reunion nights, the elders will inevitably talk about the younger generation's marriage. The matter of Ting Yun's divorce has to become a topic after dinner.

My aunt bypassed Song Youfang without showing her face, and asked Ting Yun if there was an alpha she was looking for, "Ting Yun is still young, so it is not difficult to find another one. Auntie knows someone, and the conditions are good. I will give it to you later." Introduction?"

The mother immediately interrupted the aunt's kindness, "It's not necessary to get married. Marriage is a matter of preference rather than abuse. Ting Yun can find it if he likes it. If he doesn't like it, he can live with us."

Ting Yun's heart was so soft that he leaned close to his mother, took his mother's arm, and leaned his head secretly. His mother patted him on the back where no one could see, and he didn't know how to get along with her. Parents said about him and Song Youfang.

Everyone was not obsessed with finding a second marriage for Ting Yun, and turned around and talked about the academic achievements of his younger siblings. Ting Yun was relieved. He got up and poured himself a glass of water. The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he Sipping on the rim of his cup, his heart also trembled. He didn't know why, but he was sure that it was Song Youfang who sent him a message.

Ting Yun glanced furtively at the living room. Everyone was chatting enthusiastically, but no one noticed him. He took out his mobile phone and took a sneak peek. It was indeed Song Youfang's news.

"Ting Yun, I'm downstairs at your house."

Ting Yun seemed to be bewitched, and wanted to look downstairs from the balcony of the living room. When he walked to the TV, he realized that the living room could not see the location downstairs of the community, and he turned back to the bedroom.

The moment the bedroom door was closed, he trotted towards the window, and half-passed over the window. The streetlight outside their building was broken again, and it was pitch black. A figure could be vaguely seen, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Ting Yun?" Dad knocked on Ting Yun's door, "Why are you hiding in the bedroom alone?"

"Ah?" Ting Yun's mind was running so fast that he didn't even expect that this lie could be said so smoothly, "I'll change my clothes and go see Ah Mu, he's at home alone."

When the door opened, Ting Yun was fully dressed and ready to go out, his father followed behind him, "Call Ah Mu to come to our place."

"There are too many people in the family..." Ting Yun turned his head and looked embarrassed, "Isn't it convenient..."

Young people don't want to stay with their elders, and there are many people they don't know. It's understandable that they feel uncomfortable. Dad wants to decorate cooked food for Ting Yun to bring over.

Lying is really not something Ting Yun is capable of. He really can't find a reason, so he can only refuse firmly, "Dad, I really don't want it."

Dad couldn't help it, "Then go to the river to watch the fireworks later, I'll call you, and you call A Mu too."

Since fireworks and firecrackers were banned during Chinese New Year, the riverside has become the only place where fireworks can still be seen.

When he said this, Ting Yun had already left the house, and the door was closed tightly, so I don't know if he heard it or not.

During Chinese New Year, everyone is at home, and there is no need to wait for the elevator. When the elevator descends, Ting Yun's heart also sinks. The inexplicable nervousness and excitement make his blood flow faster, and a thin layer of sweat appears on his back. .

He couldn't figure it out, what was the reason for his rapid heartbeat, it couldn't be because of Song Youfang, could it?After much deliberation, he finally convinced himself that he must be lying in fear of being discovered by his parents, so he panicked.

Until the elevator stopped on the first floor with a "ding" sound, Ting Yun took a deep breath. He held his breath and did not exhale it. When the elevator slowly opened, his breath followed the speed of the door opening. , and gradually returned to normal.

The lights in the lobby are not bright. Ting Yun stood at the elevator entrance and didn’t go out. Looking through the light, the outside is foggy, and the shadows of falling snowflakes appear and disappear. If you want to see if there is anyone outside, you have to go further. take a few steps.

Ting Yun bit his lip and whispered, "Song Youfang..."

The hall was empty, and the echo was ridiculously loud, which startled Ting Yun, even he himself didn't know what he was afraid of.

Song Youfang wanted to respond to Ting Yun, but when he opened his mouth, he ate the cold wind, his throat was astringent and itchy, and he couldn't stop coughing. He walked in while coughing, and entered the hall, the coughing sound was deafening.

"Ting Yun?" Song Youfang didn't have the habit of holding an umbrella in the snow, and he was very embarrassed every time. He brushed off the snow on his body and hurried to Ting Yun.

Ting Yun frowned involuntarily, "Are you still recovering from your cold?"

Whether it was Song Youfang's constant coughing or his hoarse voice, he couldn't open his eyes and tell nonsense, so he could only acquiesce.

Ting Yun didn't expect Song Youfang's cold to drag on for so long without any sign of improvement. It was not easy to find a place to see a doctor at [-] o'clock. Even if he could find it, who would choose such a day to go to the hospital? Isn't that short-sighted?

Seeing the familiar notebook in Song Youfang's hand, Ting Yun just wanted to ask, but the sound of the elevator running made his hair stand on end, and his attention was immediately attracted.

When the elevator stopped on the first floor, the voices of the conversation inside could be heard through the elevator door, and Ting Yun's mind suddenly rang an alarm. Before he had time to explain, he dragged Song Youfang into the escape stairs beside him.

The door of the escape corridor was closed by Ting Yun, and he pressed Song Youfang against the door panel. Just as Song Youfang was about to speak, he covered Song Youfang's mouth and raised his fingers in a silent motion. The voice behind the door panel became louder. Hair is clear.

"Why don't you see Ting Yun?" It seemed to be an aunt.

"I went to find his friends. I called them to come down." It was Dad who spoke.

Ting Yun frantically turned off the sound of the phone. As soon as the phone went silent, his father's call came. He didn't dare to answer it at such a short distance, so he could only look at Song You.

There was a commotion outside the door, and the parents hadn't left yet, but Ting Yun saw Song Youfang's expression was wrong, his nose flared, his neck and cheeks were flushed, and his body trembled slightly.

Ting Yun screamed silently in his heart, and quickly covered Song Youfang's mouth again, for fear that he would cough out.

Song Youfang clenched his teeth, as if a feather was brushing his throat, and his lips touched Ting Yun's palm, it was difficult for him to notice the dryness in his throat, and he couldn't help lifting his chin.

Ting Yun listened wholeheartedly to the movement outside the door, ignoring Song Youfang's actions, but felt warm in his palms.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Dad muttered, probably because he was afraid that his relatives would be waiting anxiously, "Forget it, let them go and play by themselves."

The sound outside the door faded away, Ting Yun breathed a sigh of relief, the damp heat under his palm made him notice Song Youfang's bright eyes.

"You..." Ting Yun pinched Song Youfang's face until it was deformed. He was afraid that Song Youfang would pass by, but he didn't know what was wrong in his mind, so he didn't let go.

The snow soaked Song Youfang's clothes, and Ting Yun could feel the moisture on them, "You have a cold, and you've been drenched in snow again."

Song Youfang blinked his eyes as an answer.

Ting Yun knew that since he and Song Youfang divorced, Song Youfang had maintained the habit of not entering the community, in order not to disturb his parents, and it was the same today, standing outside and waiting for him was already crossing the line.

"Is it okay if you're not home today?"

Song Youfang shook his head, coughed dryly under his breath, and Ting Yun released him mercifully.

"Didn't I tell you, don't delay the cold until the Chinese New Year." Ting Yun glanced at the notebook from the corner of his eye, and he remembered what the notebook was used for. It was evidence of his own sentimentality, and it was not a very pleasant memory, so He didn't even seem very happy to ask, "What did you have?"

Song Youfang could no longer nod and shake his head, and held Ting Yun's hand, "Apologize."

"What?" Ting Yun was confused, just as Song Youfang stuffed the notebook into his hand.

The notebook was heavy. Ting Yun opened it and took a look. The first few pages were still "Work Notes" written by Song Youfang. Big "I'm sorry".

"I agreed at the hotel, and I'm sorry."

Ting Yun completely forgot about this matter. When he heard the number [-], his pupils dilated instantly, "You..."

"Ting Yun, Song Youxin gave me a love book."

Song Youfang spoke in a serious manner, which made Ting Yun not know how to respond.

"It says in it that if you want to make peace with the other party, you have to touch the other party. This method is not very effective for me. Even if I want to do something for you, I can't do it." Because Ting Yun left himself, the same I can live a good life, unlike myself, who wakes up every night, desperately longing for Ting Yun's love, "Since I can't do anything for you, at least my attitude of apologizing should be the most correct, writing it down is better than talking about it." sincere."

Song Youfang is as clumsy as a child, and the way of expressing love and apologizing is straightforward and naive.

"How long have you been writing?" Ting Yun looked at Song Youfang, Song Youfang had completed every homework seriously.

Song Youfang replied: "I started writing after I got home."

"I said why you have been so quiet these days, and the cold has dragged on until now."

"The matter of catching a cold can be delayed until next year, but the matter of apologizing to you cannot be delayed until next year." Song Youfang glanced at his watch, "There are still a few minutes. After these few minutes, we will start again."

Song Youfang was quite generous, and he gave Ting Yun a few minutes to repent, but Ting Yun's wrist was firmly grasped by him, and his actions seemed not so open.

"You..." Ting Yun moved his wrist, and sure enough, Song Youfang's grip was tighter, he laughed and said, "Does this count as cheating?"

Song Youfang didn't care about justice, and spent time with Ting Yun in a silent way, and he lived every minute and every second incomparably tormented.

The two of them huddled together in the escape corridor with insufficient light and looked at each other. Ting Yun couldn't avoid Song Youfang's fiery eyes, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

In the silence, commotion can be heard from upstairs. Even if fireworks and firecrackers are no longer allowed in the city, it can't kill everyone's joy of celebrating the New Year.

Ting Yun glanced at Song Youfang's watch and reminded, "It's midnight."

As soon as Ting Yun finished speaking, his wrist loosened and he fell into a warm embrace. Song Youfang hugged him tightly, and he could still feel Song Youfang's trembling.

"You haven't told me Happy New Year yet, I want to hear you tell me in person."

Ting Yun poked Song Youfang's waist lightly, no wonder he sent "good night" so happily last night, and was waiting to get it back with him today.

"Happy New Year, are you satisfied?"

Song Youfang buried his face in Ting Yun's neck, he had told Ting Yun that he was sorry too much, he wanted to leave his regrets and regrets in yesterday.

"I love you."