The paper man who has been raised for two years is a big shot

Because he was happy, Cheng Tianle happily opened a bottle of white wine during the New Year's Eve dinner to add to the fun.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Tianjia persisted until the end when he watched silently. Instead, Cheng Tianle, who was the first to propose, fell down the wine table early and directly gave a big gift to Aunt Zheng opposite.

As for Jian Qiuran... He drank fruit juice with Aunt Zheng, and if he glanced at the wine bottle, the three of them would stare back.

After the little white tiger tested the juice with the tip of his tongue, he set his eyes on the wine bottle again, whining and instructing the young man.

Jian Qiuran doubted: "You want to drink? Are you sure?"

The little white tiger whimpered, his eyes strange.

Jian Qiuran only poured a little for him, frowned and said, "Just taste it, I don't take care of drunks."

Before the little white tiger said anything, Cheng Tianle, who was opposite him, patted the table and stood up, pointing to the lamp and said: "I'm not drunk! I can still drink, I'm going to drink you all down!"

Aunt Zheng handed him the glucose water and said calmly, "Then you can continue to drink."

The drunkard immediately drank half of the glass, sat down holding the glass and laughing.

Cheng Tianjia took advantage of the opportunity to hide the wine bottle, clinked glasses with him with glucose, and induced him to drink more to soothe the hangover.

The little white tiger, who had tasted the liquor, stared straight at him and said, "I want to drink glucose, too."

Jian Qiuran: "..."

He was speechless and gradually lost his patience: "So many dishes can't keep your mouth shut, can they?"

Little White Tiger: "Can this be the same? I haven't tasted glucose."

Jian Qiuran: "There are so many things you haven't tasted, shut up."

Little White Tiger: "I haven't tasted it, so I have to try it. I want to drink it. Pour me some."

Jian Qiuran slapped her head, put the little white tiger on the plate, and gritted her teeth, "Eat your food."

The little white tiger was furious, and its red-dyed fur flew away. It jumped up like a head hammer, and quickly rubbed the oil stain on the young man's face.

Jian Qiuran became even more angry, rolled up her sleeves and started a fight with him.

As a result, the dinner table where there was already a drunkard suddenly became more lively. The silly boy here shouted: "The taste of the wine is wrong!", and the young man's angry voice was mixed with the whining sound: "You are dead, white dog!" !!"

Cheng Tianjia and Aunt Zheng ate in silence, fascinated and calm.

When the New Year's Eve dinner was over, the silly boy fell asleep on the sofa.Jian Qiuran's new clothes were covered with oil stains and went back to the room to take a shower. The little white tiger was locked outside the door, afraid that he would not be able to use the space to enter, so he scratched the door angrily, and was finally coaxed by Aunt Zheng with a piece of milk candy.

In the evening to watch the new year, Aunt Zheng prepared snacks such as red dates, persimmon cakes and rice cakes, and watched the Spring Festival Gala while eating.

This is a very happy thing.In the cold and bleak winter, the family sits in a warm room laughing and talking, discussing the party program, watching the fireworks outside the window, and most importantly, as time goes by, at the second when the minute hand points to 12 , Happy New Year to each other.

Aunt Zheng prepared red envelopes for the three of them, not many but kind.Jian Qiuran was very happy after receiving it, and turned around to give red envelopes to the brothers again.

In addition to giving in person, Jian Qiuran also transfers money by mobile phone as usual, which is the big one.

The family enjoyed themselves happily, and the little white tiger looked at him helplessly, unable to tell what it was like.

Aunt Zheng came over suddenly, hung a red purse around its neck, put two coins in it, and touched its head: "Happy New Year."

The Cheng family used to have a fun rule, which was to give two coins to the youngest member of the family every year. The reason was that the two brothers were twins, and they were about the same age as Jian Qiuran. The three often argued over who was the older and who was the younger.

Xiao Qiuran was so worried that she gave each of the two younger brothers a coin during the New Year, saying it was a red envelope. Xiao Tianjia was smart, and gave his coin to the youngest Cheng Tianle, saying it was a red envelope.Xiao Tianle is a fool who only knows that he has money to buy candy but does not know the meaning of red, so he happily accepts it.

So this project has become an annual practice, but this year, the youngest in the family has changed.

Cheng Tianle was the most excited. He took out two coins from his piggy bank and put them in his purse. He said happily, "Happy New Year."

Woohoo, this is the first time he gave it to someone else.

Cheng Tianjia stepped forward and put the prepared coins in: "Happy New Year."

Maybe it was due to the atmosphere, or maybe it was because Jian Qiuran was in such a good mood, he also stepped forward to put two coins into his purse, tied them on his mouth, and said with his eyes bent: "Happy New Year."

One man and one beast have been fighting against each other for so long, and the rare peace makes it at a loss what to do. Na na, his eyes wandered and wandered, and after a long while, he said softly: "Happy New Year."

After finishing speaking, the red-dyed hair seemed to be even redder, and the little white tiger turned around and got under the pillow, holding the purse on its two meat pads, bared its teeth silently.

Kind of...happy.

In the early morning, the Cheng family ended their New Year's Eve observance, said goodnight to each other, and went back to their room to rest.

The little white tiger carefully placed the purse on the bed, then turned to look at the young man, squeezed and said, "I want to open a space to sleep."

The young man hummed, but there was no response.

The little white tiger gritted his teeth, opened the space to change into a year model, and then turned around twice in front of the young man calmly.

The young man rinsed his mouth, frowned and said, "The bathroom is very small, are you free to squeeze me?"

Big White Tiger: "..."

fuck.

It returned to the room with anger, and lay angrily on the place farthest from the bed.

Originally he was in a good mood, adhering to the Cheng family's logic that because the young man was kind to him, so he also gave the young man some sweets and wanted him to sleep in a tiger bed for a night, now...hehe!Fuck you bastard!

After another 10 minutes, the young man finished washing and closed the bathroom door.

The big white tiger pretended to be dead.

The young man turned off the lights in the room, and the room was plunged into darkness.

The big white tiger couldn't help but quietly opened his eyes a little, and in the next second he was thrown into his arms by the young man.Jian Qiuran likes its hair very much. It is soft and comfortable and has a warming effect. It is more comfortable to sleep on it than on the bed. Rubbing its hair with both hands, it quickly falls asleep.

The big white tiger snorted proudly in his heart, and he knew that its charm was the greatest!

A good night's dream.

After New Year's Eve, the next day is the Spring Festival at the beginning of the year.If yesterday was a family reunion, then today is the time to visit relatives and friends and connect with each other.

The brothers of the Cheng family need to visit their elders, and Aunt Zheng also needs to stay at home to welcome guests.Jian Qiuran automatically avoids it, and usually buys two bouquets of flowers to visit her mother and the neighbor's uncle, one stop for a whole day.

The little white tiger squatted on his shoulder and tilted his head slightly. The photo on the tombstone was well preserved, the woman had a bright smile, and if her delicate and beautiful eyebrows were sharper, she would have looked exactly like the young man.

It's his mother.

The little white tiger hesitated, raised his meat pad and patted his cheek: "My condolences."

Jian Qiuran came back to her senses and said calmly, "I'm fine."

After all, it has been six years, even if he is not used to it, he still has to look forward.

The little white tiger was also not good at comforting people, so he fell silent again after oh, flicking his tail back and forth, quite fidgeting.

Youth today are exceptionally silent.It's not the usual indifference and coldness, but lifeless and lifeless, and the few words are disturbing.

The little white tiger wrinkled his face and thought about it, and finally said seriously: "Let's fight!"

Jian Qiuran: "?"

Taking advantage of no one around, the little white tiger directly dragged the person into the space and turned into a fighting mode to pounce on him.Jian Qiuran dodges, with the palm of his left hand facing down, a blue virtual plate appears, and he can choose the right prop in front of him without turning his head. The claws are sharp and can touch the young man's eyes by a hair.

Jian Qiuran was surprised: "Are you serious?"

The big white tiger whined: "Battle is never a joke!"

With a roar of the tiger, the attack became more and more fierce.Jian Qiuran retreated steadily, and was gradually outraged. She drew her sword and rushed forward.

One person and one beast rolled into a group, from the beginning of the serious battle to the final fist and kick, they beat each other desperately, until Jian Qiuran suffered a loss of physical strength, and then returned to the real world and adjusted their breathing.

After a long time, Jian Qiuran whispered, "Thank you."

After venting, the mood will indeed be much better.

The little white tiger was a little at a loss, so he raised his chin and said, "I just don't want to stand with you!"

...It seemed a little too much, Little White Tiger's heart tightened, his head was dazed, and he said, "I'm already hungry."

...Damn, it seems to be even more excessive.

The two people have been together for so long and they have been swearing at each other. Opening their mouths is a habit of fighting each other, and they will not comfort each other at all.

The little white tiger was desperate, thinking that the bastard would think whatever he liked, and at worst, fight again.

The young man was silent for a moment, and when the little white tiger was ready to open the space, he suddenly said: "Take you to a place."

Little White Tiger: "Huh???"

Ten minutes later, one person and one beast arrived at the temple fair.

Red lanterns ran through the streets, gongs and drums blared, and there was a lot of voices. Big-headed dolls wearing masks happily passed by, followed by a welcoming team carrying sedan chairs and playing suona.A lady in a beautiful dress holds a fan to cover her face, and a flower basket full of silk flowers in her arm is distributed to passers-by.Going further inside, there are performances such as walking on stilts, lion and dragon dances, acrobatics, singing and dancing, etc., which are very lively.

Most importantly, here!snack!There are so many!

The little white tiger's eyes lit up when he came to this kind of place for the first time, and excitedly scratched the young man's shoulder, urging him to continue walking in.

Jian Qiuran took him to watch performances, look for snacks, buy handicrafts, and burn incense to pray for blessings. Originally, he wanted to use the coins in his purse to throw in the pool, but the little white tiger couldn't do it, so he refused to give it.

Jian Qiuran had no choice but to retreat and buy a lantern engraved with blessing characters, and complained about his stinginess by the way.

The little white tiger deliberately pressed the purse under his body, saying that he was concerned about being shameless.

Jian Qiuran: "Why don't you see how much it cost me? Do you know how many lamb skewers you ate?"

Little White Tiger: "Don't think I don't know, Marin will pay you back twice."

Jian Qiuran: "Then you give me one, and I will double it for you later."

The little white tiger was furious, and roared into his ear: "Bastard, can this be the same as a New Year's gift!!"

Jian Qiuran was stunned for a second, glanced sideways at it, and suddenly laughed softly: "Well, it's different."

This year's Spring Festival is very different.