The New Year is almost coming. Ding Yuexuan is from Suzhou. She will not stay in Shanghai and will go home.
Ding Yuexuan booked a train ticket to Suzhou.
On the platform, Ding Yuexuan stood quietly, carrying a suitcase in her hand.
The light of the sky fell, a thin layer of mist hung on the platform, and the dark railroad tracks were hidden in the white mist, making it indistinguishable.
Perhaps the time has not yet arrived, and there are not many people on the platform at this time.
But not long after, the train station began to become noisy, and many people who wanted to go home for the New Year gradually flocked to the platform.
Ding Yuexuan stood quietly on the side all the time, his eyes fell in the distance, and the railroad track stretched away, unable to see the end.
Ding Yuexuan has a great reputation. Many people have heard her songs and watched her movies.
There were more and more passengers on the train station. Sure enough, someone looked over and seemed to recognize Ding Yuexuan.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Yue Xuan."
It's Qin Xiao.
Ding Yuexuan heard Qin Xiao's voice and turned back immediately.
Qin Xiao walked towards her and stood still in front of her.
Although Ding Yuexuan was stunned for a few seconds, she quickly recovered, with a faint joy in her tone.
Ding Yuexuan asked: "Qin Xiao, why are you here?"
Qin Xiao's voice is the same as usual, always faint: "I am afraid you are not safe, so I will come."
Before leaving Shanghai, Ding Yuexuan once talked to Qin Xiao about the days when she went home.
Qin Xiao didn't know the exact time, but he was worried, so he came early in the morning.
Ding Yuexuan pursed her lips and chuckled: "I'm just going home, why is it unsafe?"
Qin Xiao said: "You are already a well-known star in Shanghai, if you are alone on the train..."
Qin Xiao hadn't finished speaking, he glanced around, and someone around him recognized Ding Yuexuan.
They seem to be hesitating whether to come over.
If Ding Yuexuan was surrounded by everyone, it would take some time to get out.
Qin Xiao frowned: "Let's get into the car and talk."
Ding Yuexuan saw Qin Xiao's appearance, smiled and said nothing, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
Qin Xiao reached out and took Ding Yuexuan's suitcase and walked ahead.
Ding Yuexuan smiled and shook his head, and then followed.
The two walked out of the train station and got into Qin Xiao's car.
There are many people at the gate of the railway station, and cars parked here will affect others.
Qin Xiao drove the car farther and stopped at a nearby intersection.
At this time, it was extremely quiet around, and there were not many people passing by outside.
Ding Yuexuan and Qin Xiao sat in the car, the car was silent.
Ding Yuexuan thought for a moment, and said, "Qin Xiao, what do you want to do?"
Qin Xiao turned to look at her, paused for a moment and said, "There are too many people on the train, it is not safe. I will send you back to Suzhou."
Ding Yuexuan was taken aback: "Are you serious?"
Qin Xiao gave a hum.
Although Qin Xiao didn't say much, but the meaning was clear.
Ding Yuexuan turned sideways a little and turned to Qin Xiao: "I came to Shanghai earlier, and I came here alone."
Qin Xiao's tone was sincere: "You are my friend, and I promised to protect you thoroughly."
Ding Yuexuan looked at Qin Xiao, he was always confused about the style, but she seemed to be used to it.
Qin Xiao continued: "Don't worry, I will send you to Suzhou safely."
The eyes of the two met, Ding Yuexuan looked at Qin Xiao's eyes, his eyes were extremely serious at this moment.
Qin Xiao was stupid, but after Ding Yuexuan gradually understood his character, he knew that he could just do nothing.
Ding Yuexuan smiled suddenly: "Okay, Qin Xiao."
Seeing Ding Yuexuan's smile, Qin Xiao looked forward again.
Qin Xiao started the car, thinking of the appearance of Ding Yuexuan just now, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The car drove towards Ding Yuexuan's hometown of Suzhou.
Along the way, Qin Xiao and Ding Yuexuan occasionally said a few words.
Although most of the time, the car is quiet, but the atmosphere is not awkward.
Ding Yuexuan was sitting in the car with Qin Xiao next to her, her heart was extremely stable.
Although there was some delay on the road, they still came to Suzhou at dusk.
This is the place where Ding Yuexuan has lived since childhood.
Ding Yuexuan turned her head, her eyes fell on the outside of the car.
The scenery outside the car kept receding, everything seemed to be the same as before leaving home, very familiar.
However, when Ding Yuexuan returned home again, her mentality was different from before.
Qin Xiao said, "How do you get to your house?"
Qin Xiao has never been to Suzhou and is not familiar with the roads here.
Ding Yuexuan withdrew his sight: "Turn left ahead and cross two intersections."
After speaking, Ding Yuexuan glanced at Qin Xiao: "My house is a Pingtan singer."
She had told Qin Xiao about this before, and she didn't know if he still remembered it.
Qin Xiao always stared at the front without looking back, "I remember what you told me."
"Really?" Ding Yuexuan showed a slight smile and continued to ask, "Then how much do you remember what I said?"
There was a moment of silence in the car before Qin Xiao said, "I remember it all."
Ding Yuexuan was startled.
She looked at Qin Xiao's profile. At this time, the sky dimmed and Qin Xiao was hidden in the shadows.
In the next second, the street lamp on the side of the street lights up and re-illuminates the car, the soft light also falls on Qin Xiao's face.
Ding Yuexuan's eyes lit up a bit, she was about to say something.
At this time, the car stopped.
Qin Xiao suddenly turned his head to look at her, and suddenly ran into Ding Yuexuan's eyes.
He was stunned for a few seconds before Ding Yuexuan kept looking at him.
Qin Xiao said, "Your home is here."
Ding Yuexuan did not move yet, Qin Xiao opened the door and got out of the car. He took her luggage for her.
Ding Yuexuan was still sitting there, seemingly not wanting to get out of the car.
Qin Xiao came over and opened the door to Ding Yuexuan: "Yuexuan."
Ding Yuexuan looked over, Qin Xiao holding her box in his hand, he leaned over to look at her, his eyes serious.
Ding Yuexuan sighed in her heart. She knew that for some time, she would lose sight of Qin Xiao.
Ding Yuexuan got out of the car.
Qin Xiao put the suitcase at her door and knocked on the door.
A voice came from the room: "Is it Yuexuan?"
The person's voice was extremely clear, just like Ding Yuexuan.
Qin Xiao thought so in his heart.
Ding Yuexuan stood at the door, Qin Xiao turned to look at her with a smile on her lips: "Happy New Year."
After speaking, Qin Xiao walked quickly to the car.
After opening the car door, he seemed to think of something, he paused, and waved with Ding Yuexuan.
At this time, the door opened and Ding Yuexuan's mother came out.
Qin Xiao got into the car.
Ding Yuexuan turned to look at her mother. She hadn't spoken yet, but heard the sound of a car starting behind her.
Ding Yuexuan's heart tightened and suddenly said, "Mother, wait for me."
Ding Yuexuan's mother was puzzled. She only saw Ding Yuexuan ran out of the house after saying this sentence.
Before she could speak, Ding Yuexuan immediately turned around and chased it out.
The car had driven a short distance, Ding Yuexuan followed behind the car and kept calling Qin Xiao's name.
Ding Yuexuan's voice sounded from behind: "Qin Xiao."
She yelled several times.
Qin Xiao heard it and stopped the car immediately.
He quickly opened the door and got out of the car.
Qin Xiao saw Ding Yuexuan walking quickly, and he subconsciously stepped forward until Ding Yuexuan walked in front of him and stopped.
Ding Yuexuan ran out of breath, the weather was so cold, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
Qin Xiao puzzled: "Yue Xuan."
Ding Yuexuan's voice was still unstable, she took a deep breath: "Qin Xiao."
She paused: "Stay for the New Year."
At this moment, snow fell in the sky suddenly, and it floated up and down one after another.
Between heaven and earth, there was silence.
The two stood by the street lamp, the soft yellow light illuminating Ding Yuexuan's face.
Qin Xiao looked at Ding Yuexuan's eyes, clean and clear.
He nodded subconsciously and answered.
"good."
Qin Xiao and Ding Yuexuan looked at each other, as if only two of them were left in the world.
They laughed together.
…
Gucheng.
At the beginning of the night, the heavy snow just stopped, and a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground. The air was extremely cold, and there was a clammy breath in the nose.
Today is New Year's Eve, the streets are extremely noisy, and wherever you look, there are lights and colorful scenes.
At this time, the sky suddenly brightened, and the smell of fireworks filled the air.
It is the people of Goseong celebrating the New Year.
There was joy on people's faces, and the severe cold weather did not affect them at all.
Along the way, the lights were on in every household, and the atmosphere was peaceful.
Mo Qinghan walked slowly, with a cold breath all over his body. He lowered his eyes, the light never reached the bottom of his eyes.
Mo Qinghan came to an alley, which was deep, extremely secluded, and dimly lit.
As you go in, the light gets dim and the sounds become distant.
At the end of the alley was a house, standing in the dark, looking extremely desolate.
Mo Qinghan's eyes were gloomy and unclear. This was once a prostitute. He has now bought it.
There was no one around, the sound was slight, it seemed to be isolated from those joys, and there was no breath of New Year's Eve at all.
Mo Qinghan stopped, pushed the door and walked in.
The door opened, and the moonlight poured down, but it quickly dissipated into the darkness, and the room was again gloomy.
The room was empty and very clean. Mo Qinghan took the seat, his expression indistinguishable.
Dark and silent, Mo Qinghan's figure was extremely silent.
Today is New Year's Eve, and it is also the death day of Mo Qinghan's mother and Mo Ling.
On the day of Mo Ling's death, there was such a heavy snowfall, and the sky and the earth were full of bitter chills.
Memories flooded, Mo Qinghan's thoughts were sinking, and those painful pasts swept over him.
…
Mo Ling was originally a clean boy, but was accidentally broken. After giving birth to Mo Qinghan, she began to pick up guests in order to survive.
The prostitutes are mixed with fish and dragons, and the air is full of thick powdery scent. The laughter of the prostitutes and the guests always filled the surroundings without stopping.
Mo Qinghan grew up in such an environment since he was a child.
The owner of the brothel was extremely harsh, and he took almost all the money the client gave to the prostitute.
With Mo Qinghan, Mo Ling has been living an extremely bleak life.
Mo Ling's health has been in poor health, but his health got worse and worse, so he was driven out of the prostitute.
Mo Ling rented a yard with the only money left. The courtyard is dilapidated and the environment is extremely poor. However, Mo Qinghan followed Mo Ling and felt very relieved.
After leaving the brothel, Mo Ling made money by sewing up clothes for others, so he could barely make ends meet.
When Mo Qinghan was young, he walked into Mo Ling's room one morning.
There was a newspaper on the table. The newspaper was spread out. Mo Qinghan stepped forward and looked down.
There is a man in the newspaper. The man has handsome features and his name is written in the newspaper.
Lu Zongting.
Mo Qinghan still wanted to keep watching, at this moment, Mo Ling walked in.
Mo Ling's eyes sank, he immediately picked up the newspaper on the table and put it away. When she looked at Mo Qinghan, she changed the subject.
Later, he found that his mother would often look at the newspapers in a daze, and those newspapers contained information about the man.
Mother would also collect all these newspapers.
Mo Qinghan didn't know why his mother showed such an expression, her eyes always felt painful.
Mo Qinghan had a faint suspicion in his heart, so he asked Mo Ling who his biological father was.
Mo Ling never answered.
Mo Qinghan didn't ask any more, but he remembered the man's face and the man's name.
Lu Zongting.
Time passed, Mo Qinghan was already a teenager. It happened to be New Year's Eve that year, and every family was celebrating the New Year.
But Mo Ling's illness was getting worse and worse, she was lingering on the bed, and her spirit was extremely bad.
Mo Qinghan was so flustered, he opened the door and ran to the hospital.
The icy air came on his face, and the bitter cold wind blew his face, sending bursts of pain.
On New Year’s Eve, the hospital was closed, but Mo Ling was in critical condition and must be treated by a doctor.
Mo Ling is in poor health and has been treated in this hospital on weekdays. Mo Qinghan came to the door of the medical hall and knocked on the door.
The door was closed, but Mo Qinghan was still knocking.
At this time, a voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"
Mo Qinghan said anxiously: "Doctor Chen, my mother is seriously ill, can you go and have a look?"
The door opened and the soft light fell.
Mo Qinghan looked up and saw that there were many people in the hospital. They gathered around a table and were eating.
The house is extremely warm.
He has never had such a life.
The light was soft, but there were heavy shadows under Mo Qinghan's feet.
Mo Qinghan stepped back subconsciously, he lowered his eyes and stopped looking.
Doctor Chen saw Mo Qinghan, standing alone in the doorway, his figure especially lonely.
Doctor Chen knew the situation of the mother and son. He sighed and stood up: "Let's go."
Mo Qinghan felt relieved: "Thank you, doctor."
Mo Qinghan and Doctor Chen came into the room, the room was dimly lit and extremely depressing.
Doctor Chen came to the bed and looked over.
His brows were furrowed, Mo Ling's expression was terrible, she was already a dying person.
After taking the pulse, Dr. Chen looked at Mo Qinghan: "I can't do anything about it. You are ready for the funeral."
Mo Qinghan's heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley, and he was stunned there.
The doctor left, the room was extremely silent.
Mo Qinghan stepped forward and held Mo Ling's hand, choked up a little: "Mother."
Mo Ling looked over and shook Mo Qinghan's hand.
She had known her situation a long time ago, and although she was nostalgic for her life, she died soon.
After she died, Mo Qinghan was alone.
The night was deep, the sound of fireworks gradually lowered, and there was a lot of silence everywhere.
I don't know when, fine snow fell in the sky, and it was extremely cold.
Mo Qinghan asked in a low voice, "Mother, is my father Lu Zongting?"
This question has been in his mind for a long time.
Mo Ling was silent for a while, but still said, "Yes."
The snow is getting bigger, the snowflakes fall one after another, and the ground is silvery white.
Outside the window was a dark and cold night, and there was heavy snow flying all over the sky.
So silent, so cold.
The rustle of snow sounded very clearly in the quiet night.
Mo Qinghan did not speak.
Mo Ling continued to speak, with a very low voice: "I accidentally took Mrs. Ye's suitcase on the train from Shanghai to Nanjing."
She is dying, and there are some things that must be told to Mo Qinghan.
Mo Ling's voice became weaker and weaker: "I have a document to be a concubine. It should be in Ye's house now."
"If you go to Ye's house and find this document, you can prove your identity."
Then Mo Ling stopped breathing, the heat in his body dissipated.
The snow still fell silently, and the ground was covered with frost.
The coldness filled Mo Qinghan's heart, never stopping.
His mother passed away, and he has been alone ever since.
Mo Qinghan had no money to bury Mo Ling, so he went outside to steal things, wanting to exchange some money.
At this moment, he happened to ran into his teacher.
The teacher has a task, otherwise he would not come to such a place.
Seeing that Mo Qinghan was alone and helpless, the teacher helped him bury his mother.
Later, the teacher took him away and taught him many things.
…
After a long time, Mo Qinghan's eyes gradually became clear, and he withdrew from the memory.
During the New Year, people all over the country are celebrating the New Year.
He couldn't help but think of what the teacher is doing now
He respects the teacher the most and never disobeys the teacher's orders.
Mo Qinghan thought about it a little, and made a call.
The teacher has wives and children, and a family. I don't know if he will receive this call.
In the winter night, Mo Qinghan waited very patiently.
After a while, there was a voice on the other end of the phone: "Who is it?"
Mo Qinghan said, "Teacher, it's me."
The air seemed to stagnate for a while, and there was a faint sound of cold wind passing by.
The teacher knew that today was the death day of Mo Qinghan's mother, and his tone couldn't help but sink a little: "You went to Gucheng again?"
Mo Qinghan gave a hum.
The teacher's voice sounded extremely regrettable: "I am deeply sorry about your mother."
He paused: "If we had met earlier, maybe I could save her life..."
The teacher has always been harsh on Mo Qinghan.
But on this evening, he actually slowed down and spoke to Mo Qinghan.
Mo Qinghan was low and dumb: "This has nothing to do with the teacher, it is the fault of the Lu family and the Ye family."
The teacher didn't speak, he had already determined one thing now.
He was not sure whether Mo Qinghan had forgotten what he really should do.
The teacher was extremely hypocritical, and that remark just now was just to force Mo Qinghan to tell the truth. It sounded like this, he did not deviate from the goal.
Mo Qinghan's voice was hoarse: "I will never forget what they did to his mother."
The teacher was silent for a long time and sighed: "Fine."
On the icy winter night, a voice sounded with a firm tone.
The teacher slowly said: "Only hatred can make you go further."
Mo Qinghan didn't answer, and soon the phone call was over.
There was heavy snow outside the window, covering the entire Gucheng. Outside the house was a world wrapped in silver, and Mo Qinghan was sitting alone in the cold.
The whole night passed, and the hatred in his eyes remained.
…
New Year's Eve, Shanghai.
That night, the Ye family gathered together and enjoyed themselves.
Ye Chu looked at everyone in the Ye family, with mixed emotions in her eyes.
Fortunately, her rebirth changed her destiny, and the Ye family was not separated like in the previous life.
At this moment in this life, the Ye Family is intact and intact.
Supper hadn't started yet, and none of them were seated.
Wan Yihui walked towards Ye Chu, and the emotions in her eyes immediately disappeared.
Wan Yihui asked Ye Chu: "What do you think about the Three Young Masters?"
The Ye family knew that Lu Huai was pursuing Ye Chu. He was so high-profile that he gave Ye Chu enough face.
This proves that Lu Sanshao attaches great importance to Ye Chu.
Ye Chu was taken aback: "We are still friends for the time being."
For the time being, the word was used very cleverly, Wan Yihui caught a glimpse of her red ears, laughed, and did not speak.
Su Lan inserted a sentence: "A Chu is already old and has his own ideas."
Su Lan felt that it was up to them to make the decision for young people's affairs.
If she knew that Lu Huai often came to Ye Mansion to look for Ye Chu with her behind her back, maybe she didn't think so in her heart.
Ye Chu glanced at Su Lan.
She remembered that Su Lan had almost found Lu Huai at the door a few days ago, seemingly guilty, and immediately looked away.
Thinking of this, Ye Chu couldn't help but remember something, his ears became more and more hot.
Years later, she is going to the Warlord's Mansion.
Ye Chu hadn't been there for a long time, and he did miss it a little.
She stopped thinking, lowered her head, and ate seriously.
After dinner, the Ye family went to the ancestral hall together.
Walking on the road of Ye Mansion, the sound of firecrackers often sounded not far away, and the air was filled with the smell of New Year.
Old lady Ye walked in front, Ye Chu and the others followed behind.
The old lady has passed away, and the old lady Ye stays with the white cat all day long.
She has no other wishes, only hopes that the Ye Family can be well.
The Ye family and his party entered the ancestral hall.
Mrs. Ye followed the teachings of her ancestors and taught her son to behave properly. Her two daughter-in-laws are also kind-hearted people.
The descendants of the Ye family are upright and never do anything wrong.
They do good deeds from time to time, and regularly donate money to charitable units to help prepare for the establishment of a relief home.
There are tablets in the ancestral hall, and the Ye family are very respectful.
Facing the ancestors of the Ye family, they had a clear conscience.
This year’s New Year’s Eve, thousands of lights, extremely bright.
In the ancestral hall of Ye Gongguan.
Old lady Ye made a wish.
In the new year, I hope that the Ye family will go well and everything goes well.