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The end of the year is approaching, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival is gradually getting stronger.

Ying Xu continued to cashier in the supermarket. Because of the increase in traffic during the Spring Festival, the supermarket actually raised his wages. He has become more down-to-earth!

Uncle Ying called him two days ago, asked him what he was doing now, and heard that he was a cashier, so he made a special trip to the supermarket to have a look. Seeing that he was fine and in good spirits, he felt relieved.

Ying Erbo is almost 60 years old, with frosty hair, looked at Ying Xu, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's hard work when you are young, it's all experience, it's a blessing. Don't be too eager to pay back the money, you I will say to my second aunt, don’t take her words too seriously, live a good life, study well, rest well, and be successful in the future, only then can you earn a lot of money to honor your second uncle.”

Ying Xu's eyes became hot when he said that.

He nodded heavily, thanking his second uncle for his concern.It is precisely because Ying Erbo is so good that he cannot be the thorn in his family's relationship.Ying Er's aunt is very hateful, he would rather deal with her himself, than want her to be angry with him.The second uncle has not been in good health for the past two years.

Still have to earn money!

Ying Xu became more motivated. He and his colleagues adjusted their shifts. They worked as cashiers in the supermarket during the day and set up stalls in the square at night, selling blessing characters, couplets, and candies and toys. The elderly and children earned money together.

Soon it will be New Year's Eve.

Since Christmas, the sky, which has often been gloomy and gloomy, has rarely cleared up. In the evening, the pockets were torn and fluttering catkins were scattered.Snowing.The number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased, and the number of people setting up stalls gradually decreased.Ying Xu was earning money for the New Year's Eve, and things that couldn't be sold had to be returned, which was too troublesome, so he continued to sell goods in the cold wind and stomped his feet against the wind and snow.

In this weather, persistence is victory!

"Dad, I want this!"

A five or six-year-old boy pointed at the colorful windmills on Ying Xu's shelf, and said in a childlike voice.

Ying Xu's eyes lit up immediately.

Business is coming!

He enthusiastically handed out the windmill: "Kid, do you want to buy this windmill? It only costs five yuan."

It can be said that it was a severe blow.

But how can a father refuse his child's request to buy a colorful pinwheel?

The child's father readily scanned the QR code to pay, and picked the most beautiful windmill with the child.

"Let's go!"

The boy was blowing the windmill, and his father picked it up and rode it on his neck.

He giggled, grabbed Dad's hair, and said milkyly, "Let's go, go home!"

Come back home.

so good.

Looking at the backs of the big and small, Ying Xu couldn't help showing a nostalgic smile.It was too cold in winter, when he laughed, a ball of hot air spit out from his mouth, blurring his face.On the street, thinking about joy and joy and celebrating New Year's songs, Ying Xu's smile gradually faded into the mist.

"Ding Dong".

It was Chen Zhiyuan who sent the message.

"Xiaoxu, are you at home? I brought you dumplings."

Ying Xu couldn't type easily with gloves on, so he took off the gloves and quickly replied: "Don't run away, it's rare to be troublesome."

"Hey, what's the trouble? Today, my mother specially made dumplings stuffed with mushrooms and meat for you. I don't even give them if I want to. If you don't accept it, it will be too much!"

Ying Xu and Chen Zhiyuan have known each other since they were young. Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen have always taken good care of him, and they even invited him to their home for the New Year.Ying Xu was too embarrassed to bother them, so she refused at that time, but she didn't expect Aunt Chen to still miss him.He can only tell the truth: "I'm outside now, not at home."

Chen Zhiyuan directly made a WeChat call.

"Are you working? Or setting up a stall?"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew fresh snow onto Ying Xu's nose, and Ying Xu sneezed loudly: "I'm setting up a stall."

"Stop posing."

Chen Zhiyuan's voice didn't sound very happy: "You're an idiot, you're tossing around outside during Chinese New Year, hurry home and take a shower to warm your body!"

Ying Xu refused: "This is only once a year on New Year's Eve, so I can earn money tonight."

"Have a head!" Chen Zhiyuan is rarely irritable: "New Year's Eve is only once a year, so you can't treat yourself better? Everyone else is reuniting at home, and it's snowing, who has time to stroll in the street?! You go home! "

"But... I was deserted when I got home, and I was alone."

Ying Xu's voice dropped.

Maybe the snowflakes were too cold, soaking his heart, and his mood became depressed.

Hearing what he said, Chen Zhiyuan lowered his voice: "You refuse to let you spend the New Year at my house."

"That's different, Zhiyuan."

Ying Xu didn't say much, but Chen Zhiyuan understood.

After all, they are not Ying Xu's family members, and it is impossible for him to accompany him every year for New Year's Eve. He has to get used to loneliness and being alone until he gets married and has his own partner.

"Then let's talk about love."

Chen Zhiyuan had a sudden idea.

Ying Xu's sadness was immediately blown away by his words.

"Chen Zhiyuan, you are only at this age, and you are trying to push people to fall in love like your seven aunts and eight aunts?!"

Chen Zhiyuan choked on him: "Fuck you, you really don't know what's good!"

"Hurry up and go home, I'll bring you dumplings!"

Ying Xu had no choice but to pack up his things and go home.

After a while, the dumplings began to roll in the boiling water.

Ying Xu stood in the kitchen, waiting for the dumplings to be cooked.

Chen Zhiyuan had already gone home, he told Ying Xu that his mother said that he could only get the New Year's money after delivering the dumplings.He's getting old, and he still misses the lucky money, but it ruins his future.

The heat was roaring in the pot, and it hurt Ying Xu's hand.

He withdrew his hand and simply played with his phone while waiting.

I have received a lot of blessings from my classmates on WeChat, most of which are templates for group sending.Ying Xu also wanted to save trouble, and directly pulled a template from a classmate without changing a word, and forwarded it to all contacts.

The dumplings are cooked.

Ying Xu adjusted the sauce, took the dumplings out of the pot, and sat at the dining table to taste them silently.

Really delicious.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Ding Dong".

The WeChat notification sounded.

Ying Xu picked up the phone with one hand and saw that he had received many replies.

He simply put down his chopsticks and replied one by one. The WeChat dialog boxes kept popping up, and there was a kind of excitement that he couldn't keep busy.

Chi Yan also sent him a message back.

"Happy New Year's Eve."

Ying Xu thought it was quite interesting, but he didn't expect that he could catch honest people by posting a template, so he casually replied, "Have Mr. Chi eaten dumplings today?"

The other side actually replied in seconds: "No."

Ying Xu typed: "Did you eat it on the first day of Xingchu? You must try the meat stuffed with shiitake mushrooms, it tastes really good!"

Chi Yan replied to him: "Yes, I will try."

It felt like being poked at a squishy hamster before it reacted.

A poke will give a response.

Ying Xu suspected that he was drunk, and he began to babble endlessly: "Fireworks are not allowed in the city now, and the atmosphere of the New Year has faded a lot. When I was young, I loved to lie on the window to watch other people's fireworks. I like colorful The colorful ones can be seen at one time, and the red ones are also beautiful, full of joy."

"Well, I like it too."

Hey, Mr. Chi doesn't seem like a character who likes fireworks!

Ying Xu suspected that he was following what he said, so he talked to him about some things. When he was a child, he pulled out the sky monkey and torpedo to nostalgia, but he didn't expect Chi Yan to follow him and say, It has to be in style.

"It turns out that rich people also have these things in their lives."

Ying Xu sighed from the bottom of his heart, in exchange for Chi Yan leaning on the sofa and smiling lightly.

"Rich people also eat breakfast, lunch and dinner like you, and celebrate the New Year on the same day."

Ying Xu found that Mr. Chi was quite humorous.

He typed: "It's so fast, it's Chinese New Year again. I've been busy for a year, I wanted to buy myself a gift, but I forgot today."

Chi Yan raised her eyebrows: "What do you want?"

Ying Xu sent him a long message, Chi Yan read it for a long time before he found the point - he wanted a pair of sneakers.

Definitely still a kid.

"There will be."

"Well, I think so too."

The dumplings are cold.

Ying Xu poked the dumplings with his chopsticks, thinking it was a waste, he struggled for a moment, and stuffed them into his stomach one by one.

"Sleepy."

"Good night."

"Well, good night, Mr. Chi."

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