New Year's Eve.
The Yin family's New Year atmosphere is very strong, not only the garden is decorated with lanterns, but also the living room has a new look.
"It's a new year and a new look." Qiao Wanyun insisted on sticking the couplets by herself, moved a chair and stood at the door, and posted a horizontal line of "Peace Sui Sui Sui" on the top.
Yin Ze held the chair for her: "I post this sentence every year, where is the new look?"
These decorations look fancy during the day, but at night, the red lanterns outside the house are lit, and the TV inside the house starts to broadcast the Spring Festival Gala, and the New Year's flavor gradually emerges from the red and gold.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, the family of four sat in the living room watching sketches, which seemed harmonious and happy, which was a rare scene in the Yin family's year.
Parents usually watch the Spring Festival Gala to watch the show, while young people watch the Spring Festival Gala just to keep up with everyone’s complaints.
There was constant news in the class 1 group, and the phone kept shaking. When Yin Che opened it, he saw Zhang Ke complaining:
"This meme just now is too old, so embarrassing that my toes are curled up."
Han Meng: "Your stalk is not new."
Guo Zhixiong: "What? Was that a meme just now? What do you mean?"
Zhang Ke: "… Big Bear, are you 2G surfing?"
Guo Zhixiong: "No, I'm 4G."
Zhang Ke: "... I can't talk anymore, I'm too southern."
Guo Zhixiong was still asking why it was "South" instead of "Difficult", and a red envelope popped out of the group.
Chen Yingying: "Happy New Year everyone!"
The group was immediately swiped by "Thank you, monitor!" "Sister Chen Kuochuo!" "Happy New Year!" and so on.
Yin Che also ordered it casually, 12 yuan 5, which is quite large.
However, looking down, everyone else is a few cents.
He is the king of luck.
Chen Yingying: "Fuck, I just paid 20 yuan, what kind of luck are you doing, Brother Che?"
Zhang Ke: "Brother Che sends a red envelope and sends a red envelope!"
The others also jeered: "Brother Che, give us a little bit of European energy!"
Yin Che didn't have any money in his phone, so he just grabbed 12 yuan 5. He couldn't give it out, so he had to ask, "Mom, can you transfer some money to me?"
"Okay, how much do you want?"
Yin Che thought for a while: "Fifty yuan."
Too much is not good, because he is afraid that his classmates will think he is showing off his wealth.
"What can I buy with such a little money, I'll give you five hundred."
"No, I'll send a red envelope to my classmates."
Qiao Wanyun was surprised: "You give red envelopes to your classmates?"
Yin Ze next to him snorted: "Do you dare to accept your red envelope?"
"My classmate asked me to post it."
"They ask you for money and you give it?"
"..." Yin Che didn't want to argue any more, and said to Qiao Wanyun, "Then five hundred."
As soon as the money arrived, he first sent the biggest red envelope of two hundred: "Aze, don't be angry."
Yin Ze was swiping his mobile phone, and apparently saw the message pop-up window, but turned a blind eye.
Yin Che was helpless, and then sent a fifty red envelope to the class group.
They are all teenage students, they don't have a particularly strong pursuit of money, and they are happy to grab a few cents. The red envelopes Yin Che sent were relatively large, and many people grabbed more than one piece, and immediately there were a group of sons and daughters calling "Dad".
After all the red envelopes were grabbed, Han Meng was the luckiest, grabbing sixteen yuan: "Hey, I'm so handsome and so handsome, I really won't give you a chance to survive."
Chen Yingying: "Less stinky beauty, old rules, the king of luck sends red envelopes."
"no problem."
Han Meng immediately sent one, but instead of a lucky red envelope, he designated someone: "Squad leader, please accept it with a smile."
Zhang Ke: "Ouch... Is it shameful to use Brother Che's money to flatter the squad leader?"
Han Meng: "What's the hurry, there's more."
The group started a new round of red envelope grabbing battle, but Yin Che was entangled by someone and couldn't grab it.
"Can you explain why I only got a penny from your red envelope?" Jiang Yao is sometimes very naive and cares deeply, "Should my boyfriend have an exclusive red envelope?"
Yin Che: "You are already an adult boyfriend, you should learn to be self-reliant."
Jiang Yao persevered: "Your boyfriend sent you a New Year's gift, doesn't he deserve the gift in return?"
Nice to bring gifts.
The day before yesterday, Jiang Yao took a cold shower and insisted on asking him for his address, saying that he had a carefully prepared gift to send to him. He relented for a moment and gave it.
Same-city express, arrived the next day.
Before receiving the gift, Yin Che thought about the return gifts at various price points, and when he received a thin document bag from the courier, he vaguely felt that he had overestimated Jiang Zhinan.
Open the file bag, sure enough.
Jiang Yao gave him a piece of paper.
The edges are torn rough, two stick figures are drawn on the paper, the stick figures have their names written on them, holding hands, with a big heart on top, no matter how you look at them:
Che love Yao.
"… "
"In memory of our first 'holding hands', by the way, I will teach you how to hold hands. I hope to hold hands with real people as soon as possible."
It was also written on the paper.
It was his greatest kindness to throw it into the trash without crumpling it up, and he was too embarrassed to return the gift.
Yin Che sent him a red envelope of two hundred: "My mother gave it, take her money and leave her son."
Jiang Yao accepted it happily: "Tell Auntie that her son is a priceless treasure, and I will not leave him no matter how much money you give."
"Then you get a fart."
"This is my hard work. I will take good care of this baby for my aunt."
"..." Yin Che marveled at his face.
Jiang Yao asked again: "Auntie and uncle asleep?"
"No, I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala, what?"
"I want to make a video with you, and let me know when they fall asleep."
"understood."
Qiao Wanyun wanted to ask if there was enough money for the red envelopes, but turned around and said, "Little Che, why are you so happy?"
Yin Che didn't realize that he was laughing, so he was stunned: "Ah, I'm chatting with my classmates."
Qiao Wanyun was very happy when she heard it, and gave her husband a look, Yin Quantai understood: "Well, I want to chat more with my classmates."
The two of them went to bed early. When they saw it after ten o'clock in the Spring Festival Gala, they went back to their room and went to sleep. However, Yin Ze didn't go away, but he wasn't watching TV either. He brushed his phone with his head down.
"Are you still watching?" Yin Che asked him.
It's okay not to ask, but Yin Ze stood up as soon as he asked: "Don't look, there's something to see, I'm also chatting with my classmates."
The word "also" was pronounced heavily, like a prank.
Yin Che took him nowhere, turned off the TV and the lights in the living room, went back to his bedroom, and sent a message to Jiang Yao: "My parents are sleeping."
Saying this sentence feels like doing bad things behind my parents' backs.
Yin Che thought for a while, and then posted again: "Has your sister ever quarreled with you? How to coax?"
I successfully turned my secret chat with my boyfriend in the middle of the night into asking my classmates about family issues, very serious and serious.
Jiang Yao did not return. Not for a minute or two, but for an hour.
Yin Che was so sleepy that he was lying on the bed and half-closed his eyes when he saw that the clock on the wall indicated that it was half past eleven.
He also said that he should take good care of him, and he would be silent after taking the money... Alpha's mouth, a liar.
He estimated that Jiang Yao should have fallen asleep, and he didn't want to wait any longer. He threw the phone to the bedside and turned off the lights to sleep.
The voices of the crowd could be heard vaguely outside the window.
Yin's house is located in a prosperous area close to the city center. It is quiet in the middle of the hustle and bustle. The greening and sound insulation are well done, and the hustle and bustle of the city is usually not heard. But at an important moment like New Year's Eve, the major squares in the city center are full of people counting down to the New Year's Eve, and even a few streets away can't stop those excited celebrations.
Yin Che turned over and couldn't sleep.
In addition to human voices, there are also the honking of traffic jams, and even the roar of locomotives, which is very noisy.
Anyway, there is only half an hour left, so it is better to boil it for a year.
He turned the light back on and took the phone.
From the chat in the class group to now, he blocked the group when he just lay down. In just a few minutes, there have been hundreds more.
While complaining about the Spring Festival Gala, while giving out red envelopes, you rob me and I rob you, and when you get it, you can send it out. It was a lot of fun.
For a boy of this age, happiness is so simple.
Yin Che looked up and didn't see Jiang Yao's name, it seemed that he really fell asleep.
Twenty minutes to zero, I can't think of any sensational 800-character essay. He edited a "Happy New Year" and waited for zero to come.
Just after the end, a call came.
Jiang Yao's.
"Didn't sleep?" The voice smiled, "Are you waiting for me?"
Yin Che: "...Wait for the dog."
Jiang Yao: "That's waiting for me."
"… "
"Didn't you ask me how to coax people? Just coax like that, with a thicker skin and a sweeter mouth."
Yin Che: "Not everyone is as thick-skinned as you."
"What's wrong with being thick-skinned? It's just as long as my partner likes it. I want you to take care of it."
Yin Che laughed out loud: "Your partner asked me to ask you, what did you just do? Did you leave him and fall asleep?"
Jiang Yao suddenly hung up the phone and sent a voice over, mixed with the cheers of the wind and the crowd:
"I won't tell you, let him come out, I'll tell him face to face."
Yin Che was stunned.
After reacting, he quickly put on a few clothes, rushed downstairs, and rushed out the door.
Yin's house is not far from the gate of the residential area, just three minutes away.
The gate is facing a commercial area, and the large LED screen can be seen clearly across the street. The Spring Festival Gala is being broadcast in real time, and the square is crowded and cheered.
Yin Che ran out of breath, and the white mist he breathed drifted away in the night wind, heading in a certain direction.
He also looked in that direction like a consonant—
On the side of the road, a silver-black heavy locomotive was parked.
One person is wearing a helmet, leaning on the motorcycle, supporting long legs, and stepping on double Martin leather boots, sassy and wild.
Yin Che walked over involuntarily until he was in front of the man, suddenly regained his senses and took a step back.
In case of mistake...
At this time, the man took off his helmet and shook his hair.
The bangs were trimmed above the eyebrows, from the lid of the pot to the side part, revealing a heroic face, arrogantly raising his eyebrows at him:
"Retire what? Haven't seen you for a few days, don't recognize your boyfriend?"