Hug Gao Fu Shuai Tightly Through Time Traveling

Thirty of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.

Although it is said that modern people do not have the strong New Year flavor of the past, the reunion dinner on New Year's Eve is indispensable.

In order to have this atmosphere, Xia Zixuan specially asked Beiming Chenfeng to go to the town to buy red paper, write Spring Festival couplets himself, and bought red lanterns.

This morning, he also got up early on purpose, and started to toss about it early in the morning. He stewed the pig's feet, killed the chicken, killed the fish, and chopped the stuffing to make dumplings. He rolled the dough himself.

Beiming Chenfeng was also helping him light the fire in the kitchen.

Occasionally when they looked up, the two looked at each other and smiled at each other. The two of them were also very warm.

After the food was ready, Xia Zixuan and Beiming Chenfeng took firecrackers and set them off outside the city to pay homage to the [-] soldiers who died.

Afterwards, the two posted couplets and hung red lanterns.

The extremely tacit cooperation, no matter how you look at it, there is an ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them, but the parties are still not aware of it.

The lunch for the two of them was also unusually rich. Xia Zixuan had never really learned cooking skills, so the dishes he cooked were not exquisite, but they looked delicious. Both of them poured a glass of rice wine next to them. It's time to be happy.

Xia Zixuan held a wine glass and asked Beiming Chenfeng, "Chenfeng, this should be the first time you haven't celebrated the New Year with your family! Do you miss home?"

Beiming Chenfeng nodded silently, "Of course I wanted to."

Xia Zixuan silently drank the wine in his glass, "I also think, although my mother is always nagging me to let me go on a blind date, but I still really think that my mother would cook for the big table during Chinese New Year. Then our family ate happily, and watched the Spring Festival Gala together in the evening, although it was ugly, but very happy, I knew I should have watched it seriously, and now I can’t watch it even if I want to.”

"Spring Festival Gala? What is that?" Beiming Chenfeng looked puzzled.

"That's our New Year's custom, every New Year's Eve there will be performances." Xia Zixuan explained.

Although Beiming Chenfeng still didn't understand, he didn't ask again. He knew that Xia Zixuan came from far away. As for where and why he came, he never asked. Now he only cares about whether this person will leave or not. Where to go, whether he can go to that place.

Talking about the topic of the Spring Festival Gala, Xia Zixuan suddenly became interested, "Chenfeng, let me tell you about where we are!"

After finishing speaking, it didn't matter whether Beiming Chenfeng wanted to listen or not, so Balabala himself said, "We are much more advanced than here, and there are many things that are not here, such as airplanes in the sky, cars running on the ground, and submarines swimming in the water. , and mobile phones and computers, you can buy things without going out, and you can find someone with just a phone call..."

Even though he didn't understand, Beiming Chenfeng still listened very seriously, but the place Zixuan said was really good, Beiming Chenfeng's worries gradually expanded, there was nothing in this place, how should Zixuan keep?

Beiming Chenfeng was very distressed.

Xia Zixuan didn't stop until his mouth was parched, took a sip of soup, and was interrupted by Beiming Chenfeng when he was about to speak again.

"Zixuan, do you really want to go back to that place?"

Xia Zixuan nodded without thinking, "Of course I do, that's my home, it's a pity..."

It's a pity that Beiming Chenfeng didn't hear it, and he didn't want to hear it anymore. He only knew that Xia Zixuan wanted to go back, to his home. As for him, this place was just a foothold, and he would have to leave sooner or later.

Afterwards, Beiming Chenfeng began to eat and eat vegetables non-stop, and kept serving Xia Zixuan, but he just didn't speak.

Xia Zixuan also felt a little strange, but he didn't ask anyone who didn't have any emotions of his own.

Silence continued into the night.