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On New Year's Eve, Jing Chen squeezed and squeezed the things in the trunk before closing it. These were all kinds of gifts bought by Yan Chunxi, and the man was standing aside with an anxious face.

Last night, Yan Chunxi sat on Jing Chen's lap and helped her trim her eyebrows, enjoying the quiet and tender moment.When Jing Chen said that she needed to pay attention to something, she immediately put down the eyebrow trimmer and listened carefully.

"My mother has five sisters."

Yan Chunxi's hands stopped: "..."

"My grandpa has seven brothers and sisters."

Yan Chunxi: "..."

Is this family gourd dolls?

"I probably rank in the twenty or so among the juniors."

Yan Chunxi: "..."

God, her mother felt bad for her father when she gave birth to her, and even persuaded herself to dink.

"How can you have such a child in your family?" She couldn't help but complain, and went to the co-pilot to open the door and get in the car, and put on her seat belt.

"There is a saying that the poorer you are, the poorer you are."

Yan Chunxi stared at her, frowning, what kind of "youdao" is this?

"Okay, I'm not kidding you, we don't go to see these people, we just go back to have a meal, and don't care about anything else." Jing Chen squeezed her warm chin, turned the steering wheel, and turned out of the neighborhood.

The families of Jing and Yan live in the north and south of Qinbei City. Jing Chen's hometown, Yuequan Town, is located in a remote area, full of mountain roads, and some roads even have no signal.

The traffic here is also chaotic, and many people drive as much as they want, without taking speed seriously at all.

When making a bend, Jing Chen eased off the accelerator a little, and a black car passed by them. Yan Chunxi was startled: she clutched her seat belt, and couldn't help but nervously said, "They're all driving so fast."

Jing Chen glanced at her, still teasing her: "It's not fast, it's just flying low."

Yan Chunxi smiled, said nothing, and was no longer so nervous.

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The villages and towns are very different from before. The first sight is a large area of ​​gray. There are cement roads and walls everywhere. There are not many green plants on both sides of the road. The street lamps stand there alone, and Jing Chen's eyebrows and eyes have become gloomy again.

All kinds of memories come to mind.

The car slowly drove towards the street where Jing Chen's house was located, occasionally people went out and wondered which door the BMW was parked at.

Not far away, Chen Juan and Jing Nuan were looking forward to it, Jing Chen parked the car firmly in front of the house, Yan Chunxi got out of the car, carrying a gift, with a gentle smile.

Chen Juan seemed to want to have a few more polite words with her, but Jing Chen didn't want them to have too much contact, so she stopped her: "It's getting late, don't you have to go to grandpa's house for dinner, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we come back."

Chen Juan looked at her and rolled her eyes, thinking that Jing Chen was ignorant.

The road to Grandpa Jingchen’s house took only 5 minutes. The snow melted and the dirt road was muddy. When it was more than ten meters away from the location, the road became a dirt road that could only accommodate one person, but someone had paved it with bricks and tiles in advance. , easy access.

There was an old man standing on the other side of the dirt road, his hearty smile narrowed the wrinkles on his face, Jing Chen got out of the car, slightly lowered his head in thought.In fact, she has no conflicts with her grandfather. The old man has a good way of handling these granddaughters.

Chen Juan and Jing Nuan went there first, Jing Chen turned around and walked behind Yan Chunxi to protect her, the mud was slippery and it was not easy to walk.

As soon as he reached the gate, another woman with a hunched waist came out in front of him: "Hey, Jing Chen is back. I heard your mother said that you are coming back today. Who is this?"

Grandma Jing Chen had a loud voice and a strong accent. She couldn't help frowning, and she walked up to the person before speaking: "A good friend I brought."

Yan Chunxi didn't bother about her identity, and greeted politely: "Grandma, my name is Yan Chunxi, and I'm Jing Chen's good friend."

The two didn't stop for too long, Jing Chen took her hand into the back room, took off her clothes, hung them up, sat at the table and waited for dinner, without the slightest thought of going out to help.

Yan Chunxi couldn't help reminding: "It's not good, it's impolite, I'm going to help grandma?"

Jing Chen held her hand and refused to let her go: "It's okay, just wait and eat, and give me your bag."

Yan Chunxi handed it over, and Jing Chen took a stack of banknotes from it, and handed it to her grandfather: "This is 1 yuan, 7 for you, [-] for my grandma, don't go out to work this year."

"I don't want it, I don't want the child's money, you can keep it for yourself, my old man hasn't reached the point where he can't afford to live, I still want to give you a red envelope." The old man declined while smoking.

"Hold it quickly, my grandma will see it later." Jing Chen stuffed the things into the old man's coat pocket.

The next moment, as expected, Chen Juan and Grandma Jing Chen came in with dishes. Chen Juan's eyes were treacherous, and she knew exactly what kind of person her daughter was. She sat down and gave Jing Chen a look. Jing Chen looked at her coldly, Neither speak.

Their family has no rules when eating, and they don't wait until the dishes are ready to eat. Jing Nuan and grandpa have already moved their chopsticks.

Jing Chen also seldom moves chopsticks, and the food here is rather greasy, and there is only one vegetarian dish on the table. She is afraid that Yan Chunxi will not be used to it, so she always stares at her reaction.

Yan Chunxi quietly shook her hand under the table in response, signaling that she was fine.

At the dinner table, the juniors ate and the elders talked. Some of the words were mixed with dialect. Yan Chunxi couldn't understand. She quietly asked Jing Chen: "What are Auntie and Grandma talking about?"

"It's just some parents who are short-tempered. Don't worry about it. We'll go back when we're full." Jing Chen picked up the chopsticks and picked up the braised fish. He picked up the tail of the fish as usual, but he picked up a big piece for Yan Chunxi. The white flesh of the belly of the fish.

Yan Chunxi didn't eat, picked up the chopsticks and put them in Jing Chen's bowl.

Later, Jing Chen and Jing Nuan switched seats, sat next to Grandpa and said something to her.The old man was puzzled at first, and then reluctantly acquiesced.

Probably to identify himself.

"By the way, Jing Chen, I made dumplings stuffed with celery in the morning, and you guys can take some back home later, and save them for dinner." Grandma Jing Chen said as she put down her chopsticks and got up.

"Grandma, my sister doesn't like celery." Jing Nuan swallowed the food in her mouth and explained in a low voice.

"No, I just remembered that your sister loves celery stuffing the most." Grandma Jing Chen still insisted, pretending to go to the kitchen.

"That's Jing Han, why, your good granddaughter doesn't come to see you on Chinese New Year's Eve?" Jing Chen said indifferently, her eyes were filled with irritability, and she didn't look at anyone.Facing Yan Chunxi, she said softly, "Have you finished eating? Let's go."

Yan Chunxi looked up into her deep eyes, took a deep look, and felt mixed emotions in her heart.

What kind of relationship is it that can remember what people don't like to eat as what they like? For more than [-] years...

Grandpa Jing Chen pointed at her grandma, frowned and reprimanded her: "You can't keep your mouth shut when you eat, and it's not easy for your granddaughter to visit. What are you talking about?"

"But I just remember that Jing Chen loves to eat celery." Grandma Jing Chen didn't feel that she had made a mistake.

The tone of the two was blunt, fearing that they were going to quarrel.

"Be quiet, don't you want to eat anymore." Jing Chen interrupted them coldly.

The old man at the side waved to Grandma Jing Chen, signaling her to stop talking.I only see my granddaughter once a year, and I am upset by my wife.

The difficult reunion dinner was finally over, Jing Chen closed the car door, leaned on the seat, and suddenly remembered the completely different feeling of spending the Spring Festival at Yan Chunxi's house last year.

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On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month last year, the class reunion ended at about eight o'clock. Yan Chunxi didn't want to be a night train, and planned to go back to her home to sleep first, and then go back to her parents' place tomorrow.

Yan Chunxi took out the key to open the door, and the hot air rushed towards her face, blowing all over her cold skin.The light in the living room was still on, and she walked in suspiciously. The instant noodles she had just eaten were on the coffee table, and the TV was still on.

Did Jing Chen come home?

She put down her bag and took off her coat and walked back to the bedroom. There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and the door was half-opened.

Jing Chen was wrapped in a nightgown, came out wiping her hair, and stared at her.

Yan Chunxi: "..."

Jing Chen: "..."

"Didn't go home?"

"Well, let's go tomorrow."

Jing Chen nodded and pointed to the bathroom: "There is hot water just now, let's take a shower."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

In the middle of the night, Jing Chen was lying on the sofa watching a variety show, the TV was dazzlingly bright.Yan Chunxi didn't sleep well, got up, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, raised her jaw slightly, and peeped at the person on the sofa.

The man didn't move, and the coffee table was cleared. Yan Chunxi approached with a water glass in his hand, and sat down on the single sofa on the side.

It turned out that the man fell asleep and didn't know how to cover himself with clothes.She shook her head and sighed softly, taking her own thin blanket to cover her.

Jing Chen breathed heavily as the fragrant warmth approached him, the fragrance was very reassuring.

For the rest of the time, Yan Chunxi leaned on the sofa and watched her, and patted her lightly when she couldn't sleep well.

Why... do you like her so much?

At seven or eight o'clock, this person doesn't wake up, won't he go home for the New Year?

Yan Chunxi first sent a message to Feng Yalan, saying that she would go back later, Feng Yalan told her to pay attention to safety.

At 09:30, Jing Chen slowly woke up from a deep sleep, awakened by the hunger in her belly, she shrank her body, but was wrapped in softness with a light fragrance, she opened her eyes, and combed her hair.

The next moment, a person with clear star eyes came into view, and Jing Chen blinked.This person obviously just washed up, Xinya smelled of moisture.

"Come here and have some porridge." Yan Chunxi smiled and filled the porcelain bowl with porridge and brought it to the dining table.

She really likes the way Jing Chen looks at her in a rather dazed way. There are longing, appreciation, and amazement in these eyes, and they are also mixed with faint lust, rather than a short-term spark.

"Okay, I'll go wash up first." Jing Chen stacked the thin blanket neatly, laid it on the sofa, and went to wash up.

The soft white porridge is fragrant and smooth in the mouth, light and palatable, Jing Chen thinks, Yan Chunxi is as gentle as white porridge.

Plain things don't attract attention, once you know how to appreciate them, you will be sure that you are my destined person, Yan Chunxi looked at Jing Chen's appearance of drinking porridge, and swallowed the omelette in his mouth.

"Aren't you going home today?"

"Well, I don't want to go back." Jing Chen drank up the porridge in the bowl and filled some more for himself.

"Then...do you want to go home with me?"

"Come home with me, let's celebrate the New Year together."

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