rebirth of the nasty

If they were to stay in Jin's house in previous years, they should go back to their respective houses after dinner.Especially in the past few years when Fang Zijin went abroad, Jin Muyun let Wang Yuan and Du Xian leave, so there is often no place in Jin's house on New Year's Eve, except for bright lights and red window grilles posted everywhere, that can show "year" This quiet old house where only the owner is present seems to belong to a different space from the other places where the fireworks exploded in the sky.

Although there was only one more person this year, the lively atmosphere was more than twice as much as when Jin Muyun was alone.Whether it’s a gala at night—Jin Muyun didn’t watch it before this; it doesn’t matter if the two of them retouch pictures together after dinner—of course, Jin Muyun is the only one who does it, as long as there is someone sitting next to him—even if he doesn’t post it. In a word, the strong feeling of loneliness that I once had was much lighter.

"Fuck, dead again!"

Fang Zijin interrupted Jin Muyun's thoughts for a rare moment of melancholy, he was really helpless.The party on TV was lively, and there were bursts of fireworks and firecrackers outside, which made the glass windows tremble.A few years ago, the TV at home was replaced with a projector and a curtain. It was okay to use this to watch movies and TV shows. Like this year's Spring Festival Gala stage, it was so garish and magnified several times that it hurt the eyes. Neither of them dared to watch more.

Fang Zijin was playing the mobile game he had just downloaded, occasionally he was willing to look up for a while, complained about it, and continued to lower his head to play with his mobile phone.Jin Muyun was busy replying to the continuous New Year's greeting text messages or New Year's greeting emails - if the phone hadn't been muted, it would probably have been disturbed by the vibration and crashed.The atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

In the past few years, the whole country has been plagued by smog. Among the cities in the south of the Yangtze River, only Jinshi and Suzhou have slightly better air.Jin Muyun glanced at the sky lit up by fireworks outside the house, guessing that the pollution index would rise again tomorrow, so he sent a text message to Luo Qingyuan, telling him to write an email when he starts work in the new year, and ask each subsidiary or department to keep employees safe. The benefits of smog are implemented.

Luo Qingyuan had a great time this year. Although he failed to bring Zhang Mengyang home, he received a call from the other party to pay New Year's greetings on New Year's Eve.It's just that this joy didn't last long before it was interrupted by the notification ringtone I specially set for the boss.But when he saw the content of the text message, he turned his worries into joy.

Mr. Jin's text message gave him a reminder: it is too late to buy masks after the new year, so I will go to the pharmacy to buy them tomorrow and send them to Mengyang!

Jin Muyun didn't know anything about the fact that someone had stolen his caring idea, and continued to reply to New Year's greeting text messages and emails.He replied a dozen times in a row, his patience became less and less, and his face became more and more serious. He took the time to glance at Fang Zijin, and saw that he was still playing games with his head down. Get angry.Then he said: "I'm going to the bathroom." Then he went to the bathroom and continued to reply to the annoying text message.

After solving the disturbing news that came once during the festival, Jin Muyun adjusted his expression in front of the mirror and returned to the living room.

As soon as he came out, he saw Fang Zijin watching the party attentively, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you suddenly interested again?"

Fang Zijin waved his mobile phone at him: "I want to follow the trend and complain about the Spring Festival Gala on Weibo!"

Jin Muyun shook his head, and opened the Weibo that he hadn't logged in since following the other party.

Because he only paid attention to Fang Zijin, the homepage was swiped by the other party alone.

It is really interesting to swipe your fingertips across the screen slowly, and view the life status of familiar people around you on the virtual network in reverse order.It gave Jin Muyun a faint illusion: he could see which parts of the other party's words were true and which parts were false.

When he saw the comment under the photo of him cooking in the kitchen, Jin Muyun's head was filled with black lines: What kind of brains do these people have?Where did the ambiguity come from?

He thought this way now, but he completely forgot what he had just said to Fang Zijin during the day, "Just listen to other people's gossip and let it go, don't take it to heart".

As if he was afraid that his younger brother would be bullied, he carefully read every comment on Weibo, the more he read, the more ugly his face became: Why are these idlers on the Internet so aggressive?It's really irritating for his younger brother, who can't even be spoiled by himself, to be dictated by these irrelevant people.

It's a pity that Jin Muyun has been in contact with reasonable people since he was a child. Even Jin Tuizhi has a little brain and knows what to say and what to do; What kind of keyboard man, he really has no experience in dealing with people.But he also understands that reasoning with this kind of person will have no effect except to make himself half dead.So even though he was angry, he still had a sliver of rationality left, instead of responding, he personally clicked the report one by one - after all, the plot where the domineering president randomly finds one of his subordinates and can make people shut up only appears in novels, and the protagonists His subordinates will not laugh at the boss's insanity.

Fang Zijin took the time to glance at Jin Muyun, who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, with an ugly expression, and was a little surprised: he rarely saw his brother with such a serious expression.There was a "thump" in my heart, and I asked, "Brother, what's the matter? Has our stock dropped?"

Jin Muyun was still struggling with the verification code due to too many reports in a short period of time. He was stunned when he heard Fang Zijin's question at this moment. To be rigorous, he opened the app to check the rise and fall of the market, and hesitated: "Are there any stocks that have fallen? A little bit, not much."

Fang Zijin became more and more sure of the speculation in his heart, patted Jin Muyun's shoulder painfully and said, "No wonder...brother, you have worked hard."

Jin Muyun became more and more confused, so he could only smile and pat the back of the other person's hand to comfort him: "Thank you...but don't worry, the company is fine."

Fang Zijin was still uneasy, so he simply turned around - he was watching TV with his legs crossed before, but now he turned to face Jin Muyun with his hands on his knees, as if he was meditating.

It's just that his posture is not serious enough.

Jin Muyun saw the serious expression on his face, coupled with such a gesture, it was really indescribably funny.

Fang Zijin saw that the other party didn't intend to answer for a long time, and his heart beat even more: "Brother, are you okay?"

Jin Muyun waved his hand: "It's okay, don't worry." Probably Fang Zijin took the initiative to care about his performance to please him even though he didn't know it. , he deliberately ignored the other party's desire to get an answer, and added a harmless little lie: "I'm just a little sleepy."

Fang Zijin nodded, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "It's almost 12 o'clock...Brother, why don't you go to bed first?"

Jin Muyun was lying just now, so he was naturally not sleepy, so he smiled and said: "It's okay. Speaking of which, we brothers haven't crossed the New Year together yet, so it's better to wait until we sleep today."

Fang Zijin thought that this was indeed the case, and seeing that it was nearly half an hour before 12 o'clock, and remembered that there was a fireworks booth at the corner of the street, he suggested: "Brother, you haven't played with fireworks yet, have you? Why don't we go buy some fireworks today?"

As a result, when we arrived at the intersection, we found that the stall had already been closed and left.

Seeing his dejected look, Jin Muyun couldn't bear it: "How about we go to other places?"

Only then did Fang Zijin cheer up again.

But the two of them walked to another intersection, but they still didn't see anything for sale. Instead, they saw many citizens taking the fireworks they bought in advance to the empty space here.

Fang Zijin looked at the sky with some regrets. The fireworks of various colors exploded into a sea in the dark gray and cloudy sky, and it seemed that the ground under his feet was also shaken by fluctuations.

After a while, he turned his head and said to Jin Muyun, "Brother, let's go... Eh? Where is he?" Only then did he realize that Jin Muyun, who was still by his side just now, had left at some point.

He looked around for a long time, but saw no one.There are many children around who are brought by adults, holding fireworks and waving them around, causing a lot of white smoke in the air, thick as a fog that cannot be dissolved.Fang Zijin was at a loss for a moment, like a child lost in the crowd by his family.Just before he went out, his mobile phone ran out of battery, so he didn't bring it out, and now he can't help but call his brother.Just as he was debating whether to stand there and wait or go home and call his brother first, someone touched his shoulder.

"Zijin, look."

Hearing a familiar voice behind him, Fang Zijin thought inappropriately: This level of timeliness is like a lifeguard...

He turned his head to look, only to see that Jin Muyun was wearing a light gray coat with a few streaks of black ash on it, and he was holding two fireworks sticks in his hand stretched towards him.He didn't know why he felt sad—either he was unhappy, or his heart was astringent, his nose was sore, and his tear glands were about to lose control.

The other party's actions finally let him see the results of his hard work in the past two months.

Without a lighter, the fireworks can't be lit.Jin Muyun felt a little embarrassed, and said: "I'll find someone to borrow another... I bought fireworks just now, I forgot..." Those children are really difficult, if it wasn't for buying fireworks, he wouldn't want to get in touch with them.

Fang Zijin stopped him and said, "Brother, let's keep it, don't order it."

Jin Muyun raised his eyes to look at him. Under the dim light, through the misty white smoke, he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but he felt that Fang Zijin's expression should be very serious when he said this, with his eyes wide open. , lips tightly pressed together—maybe fingers are still subconsciously grabbing the corner of the clothes.Such an apprehensive and expectant look has not changed for many years.Too bad the lights were too dim to see it with my own eyes.

Thinking of this, Jin Muyun was a little moved, and acquiesced to his request, stood side by side beside him, took a deep breath—then frowned: "Go buy a mask tomorrow."

"Pfft!" Fang Zijin couldn't help laughing.

Jin Muyun's face was hot, but he was grateful that the lights were not bright at the moment, and his embarrassment finally didn't have to be seen by the other party, which ruined his image.

It was midnight, and the people around seemed to have been pressed the same switch, and lit the fireworks they had prepared one after another.The rumbling sound was like thunder, and nothing could be heard except the sound of fireworks exploding.Fang Zijin tiptoed to his brother's ear and said loudly, "Brother! Happy New Year!"

Jin Muyun only felt a hot air blowing towards his ears, a little itchy, like the sunshine in the afternoon of March in Yangchun, gentle and warm, making people reluctant to leave it.He also lowered his head slightly, leaned closer to his younger brother's ear, and said, "Zijin, happy new year!"