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When I got home, of course I was not talked about.

I don't know if I can still have the chance to enjoy the happiness of being chanted - I can't say happiness, it's too hypocritical to say that, after all, I don't really feel that it is a kind of enjoyment when I am chanted - it has almost become A kind of luxury.But it is undeniable that the status quo is already very good.

For example, now, on an ordinary evening, our family of four has dinner around a small dining table. The meals are all cooked by Aunt Xin. My father is late after class, so maybe he beat me. The younger brother is completely reaping the benefits.The atmosphere at the dinner table was nice and enjoyable, so when my father asked, seemingly offhand, about the girl I met at my place that day, I was quite calm.

"Her name is Jian Qianli, Qianli with thousands of pear trees blooming." I said.

"Oh, little Qianli." Father said.

I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth.

"Looks like a well-bred kid," he paused, "Girlfriend?"

"Well," recalling the situation at that time, I felt the need to add, "It wasn't the case last time, so I didn't introduce it to you, but it is now."

Father laughed, "So that's the case."

Aunt Xin also answered with a smile: "Xiao Shi has a girlfriend, let's bring Xiao Qianli back for dinner next time, Aunt Xin also wants to see her, your father has told her several times that she is a good girl. "

I have said this several times, and I believe it. They have been thinking about this for a long time.

"I also want to meet my sister's girlfriend!" The younger brother was unwilling to be lonely, "Is it the same as Berry's mother?"

I put down my chopsticks and touched his head, looked at my father and Aunt Xin, and said solemnly: "She is still young, she is in college, she is a sophomore, wait... when the time is right, I will."

"Okay, don't worry, don't worry." Aunt Xin said.

"Then does her family know about you?" the father asked again.

"Dad, didn't you say that the time is not yet ripe..." I looked at him jokingly.

We used to talk like this a lot, and he choked up, then laughed lightly.

His hearty laughter, the radian of his lips, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, slowly overlapped with my memory, and finally merged into one.So much so that now, my car has left City Z and returned to City G, but I still seem to be able to hear that voice echoing in my ears, causing ripples in my heart.

So I picked up my phone and called Qianli.

"Murong, are you back?" The phone was picked up when it was about to hang up, Qianli's voice came from the loudspeaker, and the background was a little noisy.

"Well, is it over with you?"

"Not yet, it's still early. But if you pick me up, I can-"

"It's just started, boss!" A voice next to her interrupted her. It should be very close, and I really heard it.Then there was booing.

"Quiet, I'm answering the phone!" She yelled at the people around her, and when the background became quieter, she resumed her previous tone and asked me, "Are you coming to pick me up, Murong?"

Why call you if I don't answer you, stupid. "Send me the location."

"Hey, good!"

I went to the scene, it was already an hour later.This is a food stall near their school, with a swing outside, full of people inside and out, and a group of people from the Coffee Association set up a long table on the terrace, which is very lively.

From a distance, I heard a voice talking nonsense.

"Is my store manager someone you ordinary people can covet?"

I almost stumbled, with a strong premonition of embarrassment.

Sure enough, the "ordinary people" expressed their indignation, "How dare you say it belongs to your family? You can't even meet someone for a midnight snack! Who is in charge of your family?"

"That's right, Boss, it doesn't look like your family status is very high..."

"Just admit that you were cowardly in front of the store manager, and we won't laugh at you!"

Heh, I just said how the phone call in the afternoon sounded so flattering, that's why.He simply stopped in his tracks and listened with great interest, wondering how someone would save his face next.

A group of people were still booing, Boss Jian slowly stood up from his seat holding a wine glass, and temporarily controlled the situation with this posture overlooking the audience.

"I would like to respect the mother-fetal single friends present here!" she said.

Laugh out loud.

With this burst of laughter, she raised her head and drank less than a third of the wine in the glass, then pointed to the friend who just said she was in love: "You, a straight man of steel, deserve to be single, you know that? How can this be called counseling? My store manager has something to deal with tonight, I am considerate, considerate, considerate, understand?"

"The store manager will come over later, that is, the matter has been dealt with, and you have the ability to keep him!"

She spread her hands, sat down, and said indifferently, "Why should I stay here? Of course I'm going with my store manager!"

Haha, this is fine.

"Wow, you ungrateful villain!"

"Eat the inside out!"

"Turn your elbows out!"

"You—the store manager, good morning!"

I had already walked up to Qianli, raised my right hand to the height of my chin, waved it, and replied with a smile, "Good morning."

Only then did Qianli turn around and see me, with a big smile on her face, "Murong!" Then the chair was pushed back, as if standing up and leaving, I gently held it down.

After all, it is also a rare gathering of the People's Association, and it is also called a celebration banquet. If I just take their boss away like this, I will be too naive.

"Sit here, manager! I'll just stand up!" The young man next to him stood up. I've seen him in the store before, and his voice should be the one who interrupted Qianli on the phone just now. He wiped the surface of the chair with his sleeve, to the applause of his surroundings.

Sure enough, they are energetic young people... Of course, I can't really sit down and play with them, for fear of spoiling their interest. "No, you young people are playing. At this point in my age, it's almost time to wash up and go to bed."

"How old are you, manager?" a little girl asked.

"Just call me sister." I said.

"Then let's toast to my sister." A boy on the opposite side stood up, "Although our president must have expressed our gratitude on our behalf, but if the store manager is here, of course we have to express it in person. Can we take turns?"

Everyone agreed.Qianli picked up a peanut from the plate and threw it at him, but was swiftly dodged, shouting while dodging: "Kill me!"

The scene was chaotic.

After they calmed down a bit, I said, "My car is still parked outside, can I drink soy milk?"

Then, they went crazy again.

In the end, at the cost of drinking three bottles of soy milk in one go, I successfully abducted Chairman Jane.

And this ungrateful little white-eyed wolf is sitting in my co-pilot right now, not daring to look at me directly.Because she couldn't help laughing when she saw my face.

I drove the car to the nearest river, stopped, unbuckled the seat belt, leaned back on the seat back, adjusted the most comfortable angle to face her, and quietly asked: "Are you enough, Jian Qianli? "

She turned her head to look over, and smiled, "Are you okay?" While observing my expression carefully, she couldn't help but a trace of real worry mixed in, "Are you okay, Murong?"

What can happen if you drink soy milk?Except a little stretched. "It's okay, I like to drink this."

"Really?" She was surprised, and finally stopped smiling, but there was suspicion in her eyes and eyelashes.

"Really." I said seriously, "I like this kind, it's very thick and fragrant, and it's sweet." The key is that this kind of soy milk can only be drunk in supper places or snack shops, because its glass bottle is It needs to be recycled, so it tastes different when you drink it.

But she laughed even more.

I decided to get out of the car.

Opening the car door, one foot had already stepped out, and was suddenly trapped by someone from behind.She hugged my head like a plush doll, rubbed it on my head a few times, and said in an inexplicably excited tone, "Murong, why are you so cute!"

"..." I broke free from her arms, closed the car door, straightened my messed up hair in front of the mirror, and walked towards the guardrail by the river without even looking at her.

She caught up and teased me relentlessly behind me, with an unscrupulous look.I let her get carried away, kept silent, relaxed my body and leaned against the railing, the wind blowing from the river, there was a hint of coolness, and I seemed to have a hint of drunkenness.

This is the only guardrail in the vicinity that can be close to the river. Weeds are overgrown beside the guardrail, and the predecessors stepped on an open space of about one meter. A simple street lamp stood on the edge of the open space, and the dim light came from the semicircular lampshade. It poured down, drenching Jane the wolf cub who was leaning on the lamppost all over.

I was fascinated by this scene, and I couldn't extricate myself.

This scene is so unreal, yet so real.The halo separates us into two worlds. Under the sun, she is warm, brilliant, and fascinating, while I, there is a dark and dead place deep in my heart, which makes me humble and cowardly.My whole body seems to be shrouded in black mist, but she seems to be emitting light. We face each other on the edge, if we each take a step forward, we don't know whether the darkness will be driven out by the light, or the light will be swallowed up by the darkness.

"Don't move." She made a gesture of getting up and approaching me, but I held her down.

"That's it." I said.

The distance was just right, I could watch her soberly in the shadows, and the darkness made me feel safe and gave me some courage to speak up, to say old things.

She was very obedient, leaning there motionless, without questioning or urging, as if she was obedient, more like... silently pampering.

So I said slowly: "Last time, Christmas, when I lost my temper with you, haven't I apologized to you yet?"

There was a flash of astonishment in her eyes, and she said immediately: "You didn't lose your temper with me on purpose, so there is no need to apologize at all."

"Sorry." I said.

She paused before replying, "It's okay, I forgive you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." After she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

I also twitched the corners of my mouth, and snorted through my nose as an answer.

"When I was a child, when my mother was still there, I also liked to make some messy decorations at home during Christmas and New Year's festivals, but she is very talented in this area, and the decorations are quite beautiful." I turned my head and looked Seeing the lights on the opposite bank reflected on the cold river surface, the shimmering light was a bit dazzling, so I looked back at her, "But then she separated from my dad and wandered around, huh, this word shouldn't be used, Anyway, I just go around, so I rarely have the opportunity to make these decorations, but every New Year must be spent with me, because New Year’s Day is my birthday.”

Hearing this, she finally couldn't help showing a crack on her face, her eyes widened slightly, and I felt a little bit of a sense of accomplishment.

"Then she met my stepfather in England, and his name was Brian, um, a very attractive British guy... They were very, very in love. When I was in college, my junior year, before Christmas, she told me that because of the Ryan's job has been transferred, and she can't come back to spend the New Year with me." I looked away from her face and looked at the nothingness behind her. "Qianli, do you know how old I was at that time?"

"Just as old as you are now."

"I begged her... told her to come back early to spend Christmas with me."

"She said yes, and she would never refuse my request. Once when I was in high school, she was also in the UK. I suddenly told her that I missed her, and then she flew back from the UK to find me. Ha, I was still in class at that time, and I was taken aback by her."

"So it was also that time, she bought a ticket and flew back the next day...then, something happened to her plane——"

A warm body fell into my arms, and a pair of arms hugged my body tightly, so tight that I felt that she had exhausted all her strength.

I struggled a bit, and she hugged her tighter and tighter, so I had to give up.At this moment, compared to the warmth and pain felt by my body, my heart seemed extremely calm, and it can be said that there was no sadness or joy.

"So I was afraid of flying for a while, but now I'm much better, thanks to you, Auntie Maizi, who used to be my psychiatrist. Well... now it is the same."

She finally let go and touched my face, touching my eyes, but there was nothing cold, so she hooked my neck, pulled my head down, and started kissing my eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks , chin, turned to forehead, even my hair.Every stroke is as thin as a cicada's wings, so pitiful...

I frowned, resisting the soreness at the tip of my nose, and stared into her eyes, which were too deep to see the end, but the tenderness in those eyes overflowed easily.I almost blurted out the secret that no one knew, the truth that corroded my heart, the nightmare entangled in my night... I caught her wandering lips and sealed everything.

thousand pears...

thousand pears...

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The second watch on Christmas Eve~