I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Once the word "acute" is associated with anything, it means that it happens suddenly and is extremely uncontrollable.

And when this type of acute disease has obvious symptoms and is sent to the hospital for diagnosis, most people are already in the advanced stage of life-threatening illness. Treatment is a race against time and time. If there is no treatment, the time from confirmation to death may be only several months.

In order not to bump into acquaintances, Chun Leshui specially went to the next city to do an inspection, and then asked for a half-day leave with the crew after all the report results came out.

He calmly flipped through the thick stack of inspection results in his hand. Although he couldn't understand it, some data and indicators that clearly indicated abnormalities still clearly pointed to the assumption in his mind.

In fact, Chun Leshui felt that there was no need for him to do this inspection, because when he confirmed with the system, he had basically confirmed the answer.

He couldn't even hide the joy in his heart,? There were two chuckles from the corners of his lips.

The family behind him with sad faces were first startled by his laughter,? Then they began to sympathize with him when they saw him covering his face with the report card and bowing his waist.

It must be a serious illness, driving people crazy.

When the last patient came out, the mechanical electronic female voice began to call Chun Leshui's name.

Chun Leshui suppressed his joy, and pulled down the report card to reveal a pair of slightly curved eyes. He sat up from his seat, opened the door and entered the consultation room.

"Acute myeloid leukemia," the doctor said, "it was discovered early, so it was admitted to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible."

Before there are suitable stem cells, radiation therapy can suppress the disease to a great extent and prolong the survival time of patients to find ligands.

Chun Leshui is very clear about this. In his memory, Jianshou was admitted to the hospital as soon as he was diagnosed. Didn't make it through,? It was less than a month from diagnosis to death.

The reason why Chun Leshui came to the hospital for an examination was to confirm his current level, and it was impossible to treat him with treatment. Instead, he wished that he could get through the miserable ending quickly.

Now he is a gambler, betting whether he can get his wish.

But if he fails, this time will be his last, and he wants to spend as much time with his friends and family as possible.

He hasn't really performed on stage yet, so he's hoping he can at least make it to his debut.

Chun Leshui is currently in low-to-medium risk. He just wants to use drugs to control the disease a little bit. The doctor said: "You also know that targeted drugs can only control the disease simply. If you just take the medicine without cooperating with the treatment and delay the time, it will also lead to cancer cells. diffusion."

The average life expectancy of a patient with acute leukemia is only three months without treatment. The average means that although some people have a survival rate of more than three months, it will not exceed six months at most, and most patients do not even have three months. I can't last a month.

There are also many people who died a few days after the diagnosis.

No doctor would like to see a patient treat the disease passively, so he could only advise Chun Leshui earnestly while prescribing the medicine: "You should think about it when you go back. It is best to discuss it with your family. Don't be alone with such a big matter." Make a decision."

Chun Leshui didn't refute, but nodded obediently, but in fact he didn't listen to the doctor's words at all.

He doesn't need to live on his own for too long, three months is just right.

Coming out of the hospital and stepping into the sunshine, Chun Leshui had a bright smile on his face, no one would think of him as a terminally ill patient.

Simply put, the winter clothes are fairly thick, and he hides the medicine in the hat of the down jacket, so he is not afraid of being discovered.

Today was the earliest time for him during this time, and he happened to see Aunt Xu bringing out a black coat for Grandpa to put on.

Chun Leshui was surprised: "Grandpa, are you going out?"

Song Shiqing looked back in search of the sound, and also looked at the clock on the wall with some surprise: "Why did you come back so early today?"

"Today ended early." Chun Leshui came casually, lying without blinking his eyes, he didn't see Uncle Xu's person, "Where is Uncle Xu?"

"Xu Qing went out to help me with some errands." Song Shiqing finished putting on his coat with Aunt Xu's help, "You came back just in time, so I won't let your Aunt Xu accompany me, let her stay at home and prepare dinner for us. "

"The old man thinks I'm in the way?" Aunt Xu teased Song Shiqing while handing him the crutch next to him.

The old man was dressed in black, ignoring the white hair, just looking at his back, he was tall and steady, and he couldn't tell that he was an old man over seventy years old.

The cheap subject was lying on the hospital bed, the old man came to see him when he heard the news, and the former looked at his back like this when he left.

Since Song Shiqing fell ill in the hospital last time, the family members were all nervous about his condition, and he had to be accompanied by someone wherever he went. Chun Leshui shook off the image in his mind: "Then grandpa is waiting for me, I will go upstairs to put a thing."

Before departure, my grandfather asked him to carry the pansy in the yard that was blooming just right into the car.

Song Shiqing took Chun Leshui to the cemetery. He put the pansy that Chun Leshui was holding all the way in front of Song Nanfeng's tombstone, knelt down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and began to clean the tombstone very carefully.

But by comparing it with the side, Chun Leshui can find that Song Nanfeng's tombstone is obviously taken care of every day, so it can be said that it is spotless.

This is Chun Leshui's first time here.

Song Nanfeng in the photo is very young, and it should have been taken when she was a student. From the style of the collar on her shoulders, it can be seen that she was still wearing her school uniform at that time.

With thick and smooth black hair hanging on his chest, Song Nanfeng smiled sweetly at the camera, looking like a carefree high school student.

Probably aware of his gaze, Song Shiqing also looked at the photo and said with a smile, "Hanzhang looks a lot like his mother, right?"

Chun Leshui nodded and said, "It's very similar to you too."

Song Hanzhang's eyes are more inherited from Song Shiqing, while other facial features are very similar to Song Nanfeng.

Song Shiqing wiped the photos, stared at Song Nanfeng in ecstasy, Chun Leshui consciously refrained from talking to disturb the old man.

The sun gradually disappeared into the clouds, the sky became overcast, and the wind picked up.

Chun Leshui's hair was blown up in the air by the wind, and dark clouds slowly moved towards the cemetery from a distance, and it was going to rain.

Song Shiqing also noticed the change in the weather, propped his knees and prepared to stand up: "Let's go."

Chun Leshui quickly supported him, and handed him the crutch.

The grandfather and grandson walked down the steps slowly, Song Shiqing hesitated to speak, Chun Leshui said: "Grandpa, do you want to say something?"

"I'm afraid you won't like to hear it." Song Shiqing said.

He would come over two or three times a month, usually Xu Qing would come with Song Shiqing, and the two would chat about things from the past when they felt hurt.

But Chun Leshui doesn't necessarily like to hear these things.

"How could it be? I'm so cute. I love to listen to everything you say." Chun Leshui guessed that he might miss Song Nanfeng, so he wanted to find an outlet to express his emotions. What he taboos most now is depression and the like. Yes, Chun Leshui thought for a while, and started a conversation, "What kind of person is Song Hanzhang's mother?"

After asking, he suddenly realized, didn't he just ask this question last time when grandpa suffered from insomnia!

Song Shiqing didn't pay attention to this question, but gave a completely different answer: "Very clingy, and also likes to act like a baby, as if he never grew up."

Talking about something, he remembered something, and smiled: "Don't look at Hanzhang like this now, in fact, he completely inherited his mother's personality when he was a child, clingy and coquettish." He glanced at Chun Leshui, "Just like you Same."

Chun Leshui imagined...

Sorry, can't imagine.

He really couldn't connect Song Hanzhang with the words clingy and coquettish.

Seeing his disbelief, the old man was aroused to be competitive: "I remember that there is a photo album of his childhood at home, I will look it up for you when I go back, and you will know."

Chun Leshui: "..."

Not interested either.

But Song Shiqing's words have come to this point, and Chun Leshui is hard to refuse. Originally, he secretly hoped that the old man would forget about it when he woke up, but the first thing he did when he got off the car and returned home was to ask Aunt Xu to help him with the old Find old photo albums.

So Chun Leshui was forced to look through the photos of Song Hanzhang when he was a child.

But looking at the two, three, four, five books that Aunt Xu put on the table, a question mark appeared on Chun Leshui's head.

What about a good one?

These albums can be said to be Song Hanzhang's growth albums, from infancy, to being able to run and jump, to becoming a primary school student.

And as Song Shiqing said, the little Song Hanzhang in the photo is completely different from him now.

Even Uncle Xu, who came home later, felt a little nostalgic when he opened the photo album. The three of them sandwiched Chun Leshui in the middle, recalling ten or twenty years ago.

"This photo was taken by the old man for Nan Feng and the young master, right?"

Chun Leshui found a group photo of Song Hanzhang and Song Nanfeng. In the photo, Song Hanzhang looked only five or six years old, and Song Hanzhang and Song Nanfeng were wearing parent-child equestrian attire, holding the reins of the pony behind them in their small hands, and their faces were covered with mud marks , with red eyes as if she had just cried, but she smiled very happily facing the camera.

"I remember Nanfeng took him to ride a horse and found him a pony, but he was so frightened that he rolled off the horse into the mud pit halfway." Song Shiqing said, "I cried so badly, and said that later Never ride a horse again."

Chun Leshui imagined it, smiled, and turned to the next one: "What about this one?"

Song Hanzhang in the photo was a little older than when he was riding a horse. Song Nanfeng was squatting, he was lying on her back with his arms around Song Nanfeng's neck, proudly holding the gold medal around his neck, and he was grinning with several missing teeth.

"This was taken after he took No.1 in the children's horse riding competition."

In addition, there are many photos of life, Song Nanfeng hugging Song Hanzhang sleeping on the sofa, mother and son playing, and some single photos of Song Hanzhang full of love at first sight.

These little Song Hanzhang, who smiled brightly at the camera, looked like happy children indeed.

"Is this also taken by grandpa?" Chun Leshui flipped through a new photo album, and pointed to a photo of Song Hanzhang lying on Song Nanfeng's body, mother and son lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, with all kinds of toys scattered around them.

In the next close-up, Song Hanzhang's saliva wets Song Nanfeng's clothes.

"No..." Song Shiqing paused, flipped through a few pages, closed the photo album, took it out of Sailor Chunle's hands, and put it aside.

Chun Leshui was puzzled: "?"

Song Shiqing said after a while, "That was taken by his father."

After saying this, Chun Leshui obviously felt that Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu's movements of flipping through the photo albums were stagnant to varying degrees.

Song Shiqing seemed to lose his mood in an instant, and said to Xu Qing, "Finish the meal soon, put it all away."

"Call me when dinner is ready. I'll go back to my room and rest for a while." The old man got up and went back to the room while talking.

Intuition tells Chun Leshui that there is a story in it.

Putting himself into the author's thinking, Chun Leshui can guess that Song Hanzhang must have had a childhood trauma, and this trauma must be related to his father.

After all, which protagonist doesn't have a tragic past, and how can another protagonist redeem him if he doesn't have a knot in his heart?

Chun Leshui understands everything.

"Uncle Xu, I'll help you." Chun Leshui helped Xu Qing organize the photo album, put it back in its original place, and said, "Then I'll go back to my room to have a rest, please call me when I'm eating."

He stomped upstairs, threw himself on the bed and opened the second drawer of the bedside table, took out the targeted drug prescribed in the hospital, and carefully read the drug instructions while lying down.

But to be honest, Chun Leshui couldn't understand some of the professional terminology in it. I just remembered the doctor's order to take the medicine on an empty stomach. Chun Leshui sat up from the bed and planned to take the medicine before meals.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he took a step forward, then stopped, and took two steps back, and suddenly fell down on the bed.

He supported the edge of the bed with his hands, his eyes fell on the sofa but he couldn't see anything clearly, and it took several seconds to slowly recover.

However, within a few days, after the bleeding, Chun Leshui showed symptoms of anemia and dizziness again.

But in fact, the early symptoms of acute leukemia are not obvious. Mild symptoms like this kind of anemia are easily mistaken by patients for hypoglycemia, including nasal and oral bleeding. Time to get the patient's attention.

But Chun Leshui has to say that he now feels that the disease is really fast.

Especially during the rehearsal, he obviously had the same workload as before, but as the anemia gradually worsened, he also felt physically exhausted bit by bit.

"Le Shui, are you okay?"

Just after a rehearsal, Chun Leshui sat on the ground panting.The air conditioner in the rehearsal hall was turned on relatively high, and the cheeks of the other dancers were flushed because of this movement. Although Chun Leshui was also sweating lightly, his face was so pale that even his lips were very pale. It doesn't look like it's okay.

Chu Lin wiped the sweat on his face with a towel, unscrewed the mineral water and handed it to him: "You don't look well recently, are you too tired?"

Chun Leshui shook his head, raised his head to replenish water, and answered Chu Lin after drinking a bottle: "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night, senior brother, don't worry."

Chu Lin frowned: "Why is your face thin and sharp, haven't you eaten well recently?"

"Have it?"

Chun Leshui held his face and turned his head to look at the mirror next to him. He happened to see Jiang Buyan coming in from the outside. He rolled his eyes and sighed: "Hey, it's not because our Director Jiang is too strict. I can’t even dance well, so I don’t even have the nerve to eat.”

He raised his eyes, looked up from the mirror at Jiang Buyan who was standing behind him, and grinned: "Is that right, Director Jiang?"

Jiang Buyan smiled but said, "Chun Leshui, you tell me little things behind my back every day, right?"

"How could it be?" Chun Leshui retracted her stretched legs and crossed her legs, and turned to him, "I'm obviously praising you for your rigorous work."

He said it with a "top croak" thumb.

"Praise me for not letting you eat?"

"Because you are strict, and I have high demands on myself, so I am embarrassed to eat."

"You can be poor." Jiang Buyi nudged his head and clapped his hands to get the other dancers to come over.

Chun Leshui's head was pushed aside by him, and he didn't turn around for a long time. Although Jiang Buyan's movement was very light, it still made Chun Leshui a little dizzy after a long exercise.

"Le Shui?" Chu Lin noticed something was wrong with him.

Chun Leshui closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder: "Brother, lend me your shoulder."

"Are you okay?"

Chun Leshui shook his head.

Director Jiang was speaking: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Today is everyone's last rehearsal before the new year, so don't make it too late..." He looked down at Chun Leshui, "In case some people say that I am too strict, and those who are older than New Year's Eve are not too strict." Tell you to go home early, isn't it Chun Leshui?"

Chun Leshui opened her eyes, feeling displeased: "Director Jiang, please don't put a label on me."

Jiang Buyi smiled, and said to everyone: "Everyone will have a good rest at home this week of Chinese New Year, and I will squeeze you again after the year, okay?"

There were boos all around, and Chun Leshui was stunned, and said to Chu Lin: "Our Director Jiang still has a very clear understanding of himself."

Chun Leshui's old love and Jiang never tire of arguing, and Chu Lin is no stranger to it: "Okay, Xiao Chun, pack up and go home."

Chun Leshui groaned and hugged Chu Lin's arm, just like a child who was not weaned, and said a few words: "Senior Brother~ I don't want to be separated from you~"

Chu Lin laughed: "Xiaoyu and I are going to find our parents to celebrate the New Year together, why don't you go with us?"

"Your family of four, I'm going to get in the way..." Chun Leshui let out a long sigh, hearing that made me feel sad.

"Why don't you come and stay with me?" Jiang Buyan sent out the invitation, "My family is just me and Xiaoming."

"Forget it, I'll live with my grandfather." Chun Leshui tricked Chu Lin to drag him up from the ground, "But you can bring Jiang Ming to my house."

After a pause, he added specifically: "Song Hanzhang is not here."

Jiang Buyan: "..."

"Forget it." He waved his hands and walked out, "Let's go our own way, I'll wait for you downstairs, hurry up."

Chun Leshui and Chu Lin packed up things side by side. When he zipped up his backpack, he was suddenly tapped on the back of his hand: "What did you do? It's a bunch of bruises."

"Really, maybe I touched it somewhere?" Chun Leshui said casually without paying attention.

Chu Lin has also experienced the kind of sudden wound on his body, but he has no impression of it, so he has no doubts about him. He asked Chun Le to pay more attention to his level, and asked him to eat more at home during the Chinese New Year. The lost meat grows back.

Chun Leshui laughed to death, thinking that Chu Lin's harm was the shape of Mianli Zangdao.

After parting from Chu Lin, Chun Leshui got into Jiang Buyan's car and almost fell asleep on the way, but was woken up by Jiang Buyan's tail flick, and looked at the gate of his house in a daze: "Why do I feel that you are getting faster and faster? gone?"

"I have reason to think you're talking yellow, my friend."

Chun Leshui took his head out of the helmet, raised his hand to smooth his messy hair, squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Buyan: "Wow Jiang Buyan, you are so dirty."

Jiang Buyi was ruthless: "Chun Leshui, you can get out of the car now."

Chun Leshui got off the car with a smile, stood on the side of the road and said goodbye to him: "Director Jiang, walk slowly." Jiang Buyi didn't rush to leave, he looked at the house behind Chun Leshui, and asked bluntly: "I heard you want Divorce Song Hanzhang?"

"What's your opinion?"

Jiang Buyan still remembered the humble appearance when he first met Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang when they quarreled, and looking at Chun Leshui in front of him again, he nodded with great satisfaction: "I think your brain is finally normal .”

"No, friend, just say what you say, why do you want to attack me personally?"

Jiang Buyan shrugged his shoulders, covered the windshield and got on the motorcycle: "Then when you get divorced, I'll tell you something."

"Shouldn't you say no now, and have to wait for a divorce?"

"No." His voice was coerced by the roar of the accelerator, and Chun Leshui pressed his hand, "Then let me tell you something first."

Jiang didn't tire of looking at him.

"Happy New Year." Chun Leshui said.

"Happy New Year." Jiang Buti said and pushed him back, "Go into the house, don't blow the wind here."

The motorcycle shot out of Chun Leshui's line of sight quickly like an arrow off the string.

Chun Leshui felt that her nose was itchy, so she took a deep breath, and touched it again and again with her fingertips to confirm that there was no nosebleed before pushing open the door.

As soon as Aunt Xu saw him, she said that the rice was still heating him in the pot.

"No hurry, Aunt Xu, I'll go upstairs to put a bag first."

Chun Leshui closed the door and threw her schoolbag on the sofa. She went to the cloakroom and looked at her face in the mirror repeatedly. It seemed that she had lost weight, and she felt that no matter how sharp her chin was, it could stab someone to death.

Since the symptoms of anemia began to appear, Chun Leshui's appetite was gradually affected, and she lost weight naturally if she couldn't eat.

It has been less than a month since the bleeding started, then the diagnosis, and now, Chun Leshui can clearly feel that she is gradually walking towards death.

When he swallowed the targeted drug in troubled water, he still thought about the fact that his condition was not deteriorating very fast. Could it be the effect of this drug?

If it's a gradual increase like this, he fully believes that he can make it to the day of the performance.

The next day was New Year's Eve, when Chun Leshui woke up, Aunt Xu was already preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

She started preparing it two days ago, and the kitchen is full.

Chun Le Shui Pao pulled the kitchen door, poked half of his head in: "Do you need help, Aunt Xu."

"Go and play with yourself." Aunt Xu drove him away.

So Chun Leshui went to find Uncle Xu again.

Xu Qing was cleaning with an apron on, Chun Leshui bent down and picked up the gloves he put on the edge of the bucket and put them on his hands: "Uncle Xu, I will help you."

"I don't need you, I finally have a few days off, so you can take a good rest." Xu Qing took off his gloves and put them on her hands.

"What about grandpa?"

"It's resting in the house."

Well, Chun Leshui can't bother him either.

He wandered around the house idly, and finally took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the study and laid them out on the dining table, ready to write Spring Festival couplets.

For Chinese New Year, you should do something that you should do during Chinese New Year.

He found a few pairs on the Internet, sharpened the ink for himself, and put on a good posture, but he lost his timidity when he stroked one stroke, and the crooked stroke completely exposed his inability to write. calligraphy.

But as the saying goes, a son doesn't think his mother is ugly and a dog doesn't think his family is poor, and Chun Leshui doesn't think his calligraphy is ugly either, so he wrote one after another.

Song Shiqing came out of the house, and picked up a pair of clothes that he was happy to see.

"Are you wasting my pen and ink?" The old man laughed.

Chun Leshui handed over the pen respectfully, bent at [-] degrees, and raised her hands above her head: "Please, grandpa, let me learn more."

Song Shiqing smiled from ear to ear: "Go grind ink for me."

"okay."

Song Shiqing copied his crooked couplet, put down his pen and showed it to Chun Leshui.

Unlike a layman like Chun Leshui, Mr. Song Shiqing is a senior calligraphy lover. He has copied many copybooks by famous masters of the past, and his own works also have their own style.

On the wall opposite the study desk, there is a plaque with the words "Meditation" written by the old man himself.

Many family friends would boast when they came to the house. Regardless of whether they were sincere or not, Chun Leshui just thought that Grandpa's writing was very good.

He immediately said: "I'm going to stick him to the gate."

Song Shiqing naturally didn't stop him and let him post it himself.

He wasn't addicted to his hands yet, so he found a pair of Chun Leshui's couplets to copy.

When it was dinner at night, Chun Leshui rarely asked Song Hanzhang a question, mainly because he found that Aunt Xu had cooked a table of dishes, but there were only three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"Won't Hanzhang come back tonight?"

"He said he was going home as much as possible, but he didn't know when he would arrive home, so there was no need to wait for him."

Chun Leshui nodded, looking at the table full of dishes full of color, flavor and taste, she was greedy but didn't have much appetite.

But he still stretched out his chopsticks, and Aunt Xu took the serving chopsticks and divided the chopstick fish among everyone's bowls one by one: "There is more than enough every year."

The family enjoyed themselves happily, and Chun Leshui forced herself to cook two extra bowls of rice.

Then he lay on the sofa, touched his stomach and sighed: "I really can't do it anymore, Aunt Xu, can you not make such a delicious meal next time?"

His way of complimenting people is all kinds of strange, and Aunt Xu responded with a smile: "Then I will try to make it less delicious next time."

Chun Leshui nodded in satisfaction. He sat on the sofa in a daze, then stood up suddenly, and rushed upstairs, startling Song Shiqing next to him.

Song Shiqing and Xu Qing looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads: "This child..."

Upstairs, Chun Leshui didn't forget to lock the door after closing it. He quickly opened the bathroom door and couldn't help it. He lay down on the toilet and vomited out all the food he had eaten.

After vomiting, he stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth, and ended up wiping his nosebleed.

Gee.

Chun Leshui pressed the flush button, gasped for breath while supporting the toilet, and took a large piece of paper to wipe the nosebleed.

He sat on the spot, leaning against the wall, and couldn't help calling out the system: "System, do you have any function to keep me from getting sick?"

System: [Isn't this what you dreamed of? ]

"Yes." Chun Leshui admitted that he had been waiting for this day, but since he was experiencing the miserable life from the perspective of a third party, why did he still suffer this kind of physical pain, "But I didn't Thinking of it would be such a torment."

Chun Leshui thinks that he is a very patient person, whether it is pain or other things.

But it spits out as soon as it is eaten, and it is still alive.

If this continues, everyone can see that he is sick.

He blocked the nostrils that had not stopped bleeding again, and said, "Is there anything you can do, don't let me down?"

[Sorry, I can't interfere with your body. ]

Chun Leshui: "..."

"Well, it's only two months, bear with it and it will pass." As he spoke, a sudden flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered a problem that he had forgotten for a long time, "System, I suddenly remembered, When you first asked me to choose the mission, you seemed to have said that I would take the route of being a slave, and it took me two weeks to get the freedom I wanted."

He straightened up and sat up, and asked earnestly: "Then my current plot is like this, is it considered a failure of the mission? Then can I still have the second week?"

At the beginning, Chun Leshui criticized this so-called two-week goal, playing the game once before you can get rewards, isn't it just taking off your pants and farting?

But now he suddenly remembered this incident and suddenly felt that things really need to be looked at from multiple angles, because the system didn't say that the second week of play was performed without deviating from the original work at all?

The requirement of the system is to go through the plot of cheap suffering. Is it possible to guess that as long as he dies, he can get a chance to do it all over again, and then he can be 100% free?

Instead of betting on his chances of surviving like now?

The system was silent for a moment: [You will know when you finish the plot that should be done. ]

"You realize that you have changed." Chun Leshui complained to it, "You have become ambiguous, and you will never tell me the answer as clearly as before."

He found that the blood had stopped, so he flushed the bloody toilet paper on his hand and on the floor into the toilet one by one, and asked the system while destroying the corpse, "Then tell me, can I expect a good result?" ?”

[Can. ] The system says, [It's totally fine. ]

Chun Leshui raised her eyebrows and couldn't help laughing.

He didn't know if the system was subject to any restrictions, so some things couldn't be told to him, but it changed the way and told Chun Leshui with [-]% certainty that he could have expectations for the future.

Could there be better news than this?

Chunle Shui was overjoyed.

The three parents are all getting old, except for Chun Leshui, everyone couldn't bear it and went to bed early.In fact, Chun Leshui is very taboo to stay up late if he wants to last for two more days, but he just heard the good news and couldn't hold back his joyful mood.

The closer the new year is, the more lively the outside of the house is, with countless fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Chun Leshui was wrapped in a down jacket and sat on the steps outside the gate, with a bunch of fireworks sticks spread out beside him, holding one in his hand, small sparks exploded silently and formed a string.

As soon as the video was connected, Master Chun Leshui hadn't shouted out yet. The camera over there flickered, and before people saw it, Chu Yu's voice flew out first: "Brother Chunle, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Xiaoyu, where's brother?"

"My brother and I have not been here for a long time. As soon as we arrived, he got into the kitchen to help my mother. You see, my mother and my brother made these together." The camera quickly swung over the dishes on the table, quickly When I arrived at Chunle Water, I didn't see anything clearly.

Chu Yu said "wait a minute" while running into the kitchen and pointing the camera at Chu Lin.

"Brother, happy new year, do I still have lucky money this year?"

Chu Lin wiped his hands and was about to take the phone from Chu Yu. Chu Yu had already answered the phone consciously: "Yes, we are collecting things at home today and my brother is still saying that he forgot to give it to you in advance."

"You're the one who talks too much." Chu Lin tapped his forehead, then turned to Chun Leshui and said, "I'll give it to you when work starts."

Chun Leshui laughed and said: "Then I will wish my senior brother a New Year first, I wish my senior brother happy every day, wishes come true, and good health."

"You too."

A particularly gorgeous firework exploded in the sky, attracting Chun Leshui's attention. He chatted with Chu Lin and asked Chu Yu to give him New Year's greetings. Then he sent him an online red envelope, and asked Chu's parents one by one. Well, this video call is over.

Just after hanging up, there was movement outside the courtyard, and he raised his eyes to meet the dusty Song Hanzhang.

Song Hanzhang was also a little dazed.

On both sides of the gate behind Chun Leshui, there was a pair of antithetical couplets with red background and sunspots, upside-down blessing characters were pasted on the doors and windows, and even the lights under the outer wall of the gate were replaced with red lanterns.

It looks very old-fashioned.

But in fact, their family has never been like this during Chinese New Year before. Uncle Xu does the cleaning and Aunt Xu takes care of the New Year's Eve dinner, nothing else.

Whether it is for Song Hanzhang or Song Shiqing, Chinese New Year is just an ordinary day.

He could recognize the words of grandpa on the couplets, but Song Hanzhang didn't think that grandpa was the kind of little old man who would take the initiative to write couplets. After all, before Song Hanzhang took over his work, he was still in conference calls with his subordinates during the New Year. .

So this can only be Chun Leshui's idea.

Song Hanzhang knew that grandpa must have rested at this time, and the family would leave lights for him, but it was still quiet.

So when the house was not only brightly lit but also very happy, Song Hanzhang was hit by this unexpected warmth.

Especially when Chun Leshui raised his head with a smile, half of his face was illuminated by the fireworks in the sky, those brilliant sparks seemed to fall into his eyes.

Chun Leshui is in a good mood now, in every sense of the word, so he shook the firework stick in his hand, drawing golden-like lines in the dark night.

At one o'clock, all the fireworks in all directions exploded in the air.

"Happy New Year." Song Hanzhang heard Chun Leshui say.

The author has something to say: I am afraid that there are too many blessings on New Year's Eve, so I wish you all an early New Year's greetings in advance, and wish you all wishes come true in 2022.

感谢在2021-08-12?20:46:31~2021-08-13?20:32:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Qingyan? 2; Mu Yiran? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution:. , Crane's dislike? 20 bottles; NJ? 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!