The top idol is not a substitute

This year's Spring Festival is much slower than in previous years.

Of course, this is just Yan Xuan and Song Xiangsi's thoughts.

As the Spring Festival approached, the two were called back by their respective parents and told them that the two families would visit each other during the Chinese New Year, so that they should not miss each other too much.

They haven't seen each other for three days, and the time seems to have passed nine years.

The two can only rely on video calls every day to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

In the anticipation of the two, it finally came to New Year's Eve.

On this day, Song also brought Song Xiangsi to visit. Boxes of gifts were packed in the car, and the accompanying bodyguards moved the gifts into Yan Xuan's house.

The Yan family watched from the side in a daze.

As soon as Song Xiangsi got out of the car, she quietly moved to Yan Xuan's side. Seeing the expressions of Yan's family, she whispered to Yan Xuan, "My mother said that she has restrained herself."

Although Yan Xuan also felt that the presents were a little too much, she didn't say anything at this moment, she just smiled and said: "Then Auntie Song must be very satisfied with me."

"Yeah, I've been pressing you against me every day for the past few days," Song Xiangsi cleared her throat, and repeated her words imitating Song Ye's tone a few days ago, "If you don't work hard to learn how to manage the company, sooner or later Yan Xuan Will not like you, I really don't understand how Yan Xuan would like you."

Yan Xuan blinked her eyes, she couldn't believe Song Xiangsi's words.

"Are you sure she really said that?"

Song Xiangsi nodded, with an innocent expression: "So you must comfort my wounded heart these two days."

Yan Xuan didn't hear Song Xiangsi's words at all, her eyes were all on Song Ye who directed the bodyguards to carry things.

"I didn't expect Aunt Song to be so satisfied with me."

After saying this, Yan Xuan ran to Song Ye's side and led her into the house for tea.

Song Xiangsi who was suddenly left out in the cold: "?"

"I'm the one who needs comfort."

Fortunately, after entering the room, Yan Xuan remembered her existence and pulled her into the room.

Song Xiangsi didn't speak, just followed her movements and sat on the edge of the bed, unconsciously tapping the table with her hand.

Yan Xuan sensed her silence, and lightly bumped her shoulder: "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Clearly angry."

"No."

"Why are you so stingy."

"I'm not stingy."

"Song Song," Yan Xuan put her head in front of her, looked directly into her eyes, and whispered, "Look, ignore me."

"I'm clearly answering you." Song Xiangsi rolled his eyes away.

Yan Xuan felt that the awkward Song Xiangsi was cute, so she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek: "Are you still angry?"

Song Xiangsi turned her head and looked at her.

After Yan Xuan spoke next time, she suddenly sealed her lips and poured out her thoughts of these days one by one.

Yan Xuan's thoughts were messed up by the kiss, but she still vaguely looked at the door that had just opened and closed.

Mom seemed to have come in just now.

"Why are you so childish?" Yan Xuan muttered.

Song Xiangsi fell silent, and after a few seconds, she whispered, "I've been thinking about you for the past few days."

"So you think I'm angry because I didn't think about you?"

"I'm not angry, how could I be willing to be angry with you." Song Xiangsi patted her head and whispered.

Yan Xuan hugged her and lay on the big bed, then put her hands on the bed, leaned over to look at her: "Listen, I've been thinking about you every day these days, don't slander me."

Seeing her expression, Song Xiangsi suddenly smiled.

"Slandered, what can you do."

"What can I do, I can kiss you." Being provoked by her so much, Yan Xuan didn't care, bowed her head and started kissing, as if venting the pain of longing for the past few days.

Song Xiangsi raised his head and let her kiss her. It took a long time before he found his voice, which was a little hoarse:

"Go out again at night?"

Yan Xuan paused, shook her head to wake herself up, and said in a muffled voice, "No, I have to help cook the New Year's Eve dinner."

"5 minutes, let's go out in 5 minutes." Song Xiangsi rubbed her neck and spoke softly, the scorching breath sprayed against her, making people want more.

It was already half an hour later when the two of them left the room again.

As soon as the door was opened, the voices in the living room stopped immediately.

Based on Yan Xuan's experience, she could guess that her family members were discussing the two of them.

"They seem to be talking about us."

"Go, go and ask them what they said about us."

Yan Xuan suddenly felt that the conversation between the two of them was a bit like a child, so she couldn't help but shook her head with a light smile.

"Mom, are you knitting sweaters?" Yan Xuan walked to Xu Xu's side and glanced at the balls of wool and long needles in front of them.

Xu Xu nodded: "Yes, it's time to wear new sweaters during the Chinese New Year. I'll knit one for you and Xiangsi."

Yan Xuan nodded, stretched out her hand to lightly touch Song Xiangsi beside her, and muttered softly, "Thanks to me."

Song Xiangsi smiled lightly: "Yes, yes."

As soon as the joke was over, Yan Xuan met Song Ye's eyes and subconsciously stood up straight, but she didn't expect that the other party just smiled at her.

"Okay, let's try it." Xu Xu handed the ball of wool and the needle to Song Ye.

Only then did the two realize that Xu Xu was teaching Song Ye how to knit.

"I have a sweater, so I'll knit a scarf for each of you then?" Song Ye smiled.

"it is good."

Yan Xuan reacted faster than Song Xiangsi and nodded first.

"In the days to come, you two must tolerate each other and go hand in hand, you know?"

Song today is also gentler than she has ever been before.

Song Xiangsi and Yan Xuan nodded at the same time.

Song Ye didn't exhort too much. After saying this sentence, he didn't continue to talk, and only focused on the ball of wool in his hand.

In the evening, after the New Year's Eve dinner, Yan Xuan and Song Xiangsi lay on the bed and counted the red envelopes.

After counting her red envelopes, Yan Xuan looked at Song Xiangsi again, rolled her eyes, and said:

"My dear Song Song, Gong Xi Fa Cai, here is the red envelope."

Song Xiangsi slowly closed the red envelope, glanced at her, and said, "The red envelope is too cold, I'll warm it up for you."

Yan Xuan was amused by her, and withdrew her outstretched hand.

"Happy New Year, Song Song."

"Happy New Year Xiaoxuan."

A streak of red appeared on the pure white ceiling.

Oh the color of the red envelope.

Yan Xuan reached out to take the red envelope Song Xiangsi handed to her, and asked, "Did you really give it to me? Didn't you keep it warm?"

"This is from me." Song Xiangsi shook the red envelope he just received, "This is handed over."

Yan Xuan only took the one Song Xiangsi gave her, and took out the other from her pocket and handed it to her: "Here you are, happy new year."

"The red envelope is just for fun. My parents will give me lucky money every Chinese New Year. Before, a neighbor saw it and laughed at my family, saying that the children have grown up and returned the lucky money."

"Then my mother scolded that person, saying that no matter how old I am, I am their child, whether I am 28 or 88, as long as they are still there, they will always give me lucky money."

"Your parents love you very much." Song Xiangsi listened quietly, kept the matter in her heart, and stated softly.

Yan Xuan nodded: "Yes, they love me very much, and I love them too."

Song Xiangsi silently kept the New Year's money in her heart, and she would let Yan Xuan receive her New Year's money every year in the future.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit quiet, Yan Xuan changed the topic and asked, "It seems that I haven't sent New Year greetings today."

Song Xiangsi understood, took out her phone and logged into the account. As soon as she opened it, she saw many fans waiting to be fed.

The two logged on to their respective accounts and sent out the New Year greeting video they had made earlier.

As soon as it was posted, it received a lot of comments.

Among them, what they saw at a glance was someone asking for the blessing of fit.

"Why don't you be satisfied?"

"Shooting now?"

"it is good."

As early as the end of the romance, the two opened an account to share their love life.

This is their seventh Weibo post.

【Sixuan 0723: Happy New Year～Video link/】

When I finished posting this Weibo, the sky outside the window suddenly brightened, and fireworks bloomed in the sky.

Yan Xuan gently hugged Song Xiangsi and looked out the window at the fireworks, listening to the clock strike zero.

"Time flies so fast, it's another year."

"We will spend the next year and year together."

"Won't you get tired?"

"will not."

"Won't you be impatient?"

"will not."

"Pfft-"

"why are you laughing?"

"You seem to love me more than you think."

"Ah."

"Me too. So I know, we'll never be apart again."

"Ah."

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