Xia Yitong put on a hat, lowered his eyes to look at the road, and walked out of the company building with his hands in his pockets. His mouth was full of white breath and his nose tip suddenly felt cold. He looked up at the sky and found that it was snowing.
Fang Hui took out an umbrella from her bag and opened it to shield her head. Xia Yitong shook her head and said with a smile: "It's rare that there are not many people on the road. Let's walk for a while."
Today is New Year's Eve. The streets are no longer crowded with people. Some are buying New Year's goods or enjoying family reunion at home. Xia Yitong is wearing a black jacket and a black bear mask. She is completely shrouded in darkness, leaving only her two black eyes. Occasionally, she passes by passers-by. When they look at her in surprise, she smiles with her eyes curved, and the passers-by smile back.
This made Xia Yitong in a very good mood, and she almost jumped as she walked on the road.
The snow is not heavy, but a winter with snow and a winter without snow are different in the eyes of many people. Snow is a symbol. The snow-colored elves are flying freely in the air. If you stretch out your hand, it will lightly fall on your fingertips and gradually turn into a comfortable coolness.
Xia Yitong took out his cell phone from his pocket, put one hand over the phone, and took pictures of the snow scene in front of him. He took many pictures before he barely picked out a satisfactory one and sent it to Lu Yinbing - Is the snow in City B heavier than here
After sending it, I quickly put my frozen hands in my pockets to warm them.
Lu Yinbing sent her a picture in reply. It was a marble dining table with a bowl of mixed stuffing, leeks and shrimps on it, and then there was a chopping board, a rolling pin, and a large lump of fermented dough.
Xia Yitong curled her eyes and replied—Making dumplings
Lu Yinbing - [Groundhog screaming.gif]
Xia Yitong asked again—Can you wrap it? [Haha]
Lu Yinbing - You are challenging my dignity [King Kong's angry eyes.jpg]
Xia Yitong—I'm just asking, nothing else.
Lu Yinbing—No!
The exclamation mark was very firm, and Xia Yitong hurriedly said - I was wrong, Teacher Lu [begging for mercy]
Lu Yinbing didn't see the last sentence she said. She called Lu Yunzhang who was passing by her and handed him the phone: "Dad, record a short video for me."
Lu Yunzhang took the phone.
"When I say start, you start."
Lu Yinbing held the rolling pin in one hand and pinched a little bit of dough with the other hand, rolled it into a ball and placed it on the chopping board. She didn't move. She looked down at the ball and took a breath: "Ready, go."
Lu Yunzhang pressed and held the record button.
Ten seconds later, Lu Yunzhang let go and said, "Okay."
Lu Yinbing looked at the perfect dumpling wrapper in his hand, nodded, and said, "Send it directly and record another one. I still have to make some."
Lu Yunzhang recorded another message for her and sent it. He took a closer look at the person in the dialog box. His name was "Constant". His profile picture was a landscape photo exactly the same as Lu Yinbing's, which looked a bit like a love photo. Lu Yunzhang returned the phone and his eyes turned. This was a big deal, so he quickly went to inform Lu's mother Liu Xinmin.
"Do you know constants?" Lu Yunzhang pushed the door open and asked.
"Constant? Who is that?" Liu Xinmin was trying on clothes in front of the mirror. She turned back in confusion when she heard this.
"Our daughter just asked me to record a short video for her and sent it to a person called Changheng," Lu Yunzhang said, "When have you ever seen your daughter get so close to a man?"
"Hey, this constant..." Liu Xinmin and Lu Yunzhang looked at each other in confusion, "Why haven't I heard her mention it before?"
Lu Yunzhang: "Do you think this constant could be the reason why Shu Yao didn't go home for the New Year this year?"
Liu Xinmin sighed when she heard this.
Liang Shuyao has been going to two places during the Chinese New Year, no matter how busy she was. One is the Liang family and the other is the Lu family. I don’t know what happened this year. She called on the eve of the Chinese New Year and said that she was modeling abroad and couldn’t come back.
Liu Xinmin was shocked and asked, "You're not coming back for the New Year?"
Liang Shuyao answered naturally and smiled: "Yes, I am very busy this year. People abroad don't celebrate the Spring Festival, as you know, Aunt Min. After I am done with this, I will go back to see you and make up for the New Year's celebration."
"I know, I know." Liu Xinmin said tentatively, "Yinbing is at home."
Liang Shuyao was silent for a moment, and said, "Please say hello to her for me. I will go to see her when I am free."
"Okay, don't be too tired and make sure to get some rest." Liu Xinmin knew something was wrong after she hung up the phone. When Lu Yinbing was at home, she would call Liang Shuyao and she would fly back from afar, but now she doesn't even celebrate the New Year.
The cooked, no, the son-in-law is about to fly away. She is not worried about Liang Shuyao. She and Lu Yunzhang have seen his love for so many years. Liang Shuyao thought they didn't know it. They always used sisterly love as a cover to deceive three-year-old children. She is worried about Lu Yinbing, this daughter with nerves as thick as Dinghai Shenzhen. What if she was abducted by some little goblin
Liang Shuyao didn't go home. I guess she knew what was going on. It must be that constant! Or a male demon.
Liu Xinmin felt so bad for Liang Shuyao that she didn't even bother trying on the clothes. She sat down and asked, "Old Lu, is there any young man named Changheng in our circle?"
Lu Yunzhang took his cell phone to the windowsill and made a call: "Don't worry, I'll ask my secretary to check for me."
…
Xia Yitong had just finished expressing her doubts about Lu Yinbing when the other party sent her a video. Xia Yitong clicked on it to watch. The small rolling pin first turned a circle on Lu Yinbing's palm, and then fell down steadily, accurately and ruthlessly. The dough was supported by his fingers and quickly turned on the chopping board with the rolling pin. At the eighth second, a round dumpling skin of appropriate thickness was made. Lu Yinbing lifted up his little finger, and the rolling pin drew an arc in the air again and fell steadily into his hand. He raised his eyes, cold as ice and snow, with the demeanor of a peerless master.
Xia Yitong was laughing so hard watching this, rolling out the dumpling skin was like fighting with a master, only Lu Yinbing could do it.
She watched it three times in a row before she realized that there was a new short video: Lu Yinbing put the rolling pin aside, held up the rolled dough with one hand, and scooped half a spoonful of stuffing with the other hand. His fingers flexibly made a circle of patterns around the dumpling skin. At the ninth second, it was finished. He didn't have time to show off.
Xia Yitong - I am a little blind and disrespectful.
Lu Yinbing had just finished making dumplings and had no hands to type, so she just wiped one finger and pressed the key to send a voice message: "I told you I'm versatile, but you have to question me. Are you embarrassed?"
Xia Yitong put the receiver to her ear, her eyebrows curved, and sent a voice message: "Pa pa pa, is it ringing?"
Lu Yinbing's voice lowered a little: "Waiting."
Waiting? Waiting for what? Xia Yitong took a second to react and realized the hidden meaning. She was not afraid at all and was looking forward to it: "Waiting for you to kick me?"
"I'll let you kick me!" Lu Yinbing was very confident. She gave herself a holiday during this period, but she studied this technique in her room every day and took notes in a thick notebook. She didn't believe that a mere bed matter could stump her.
“We’ll see.”
"Boss Xia, I noticed that you have a tendency to fly to the sky recently. An Chuan Tian Monkey?"
"Really? I didn't think so."
"I think so." Lu Yinbing imitated her tone, supporting his palms on the chopping board, leaning against the table, unable to stop laughing.
"Then feel it. I've become inflated since I became a constant." Xia Yitong also laughed. That night, both of them didn't sleep. They talked from evening to early morning. In fact, they didn't say much in the second half of the night. They just looked at each other and occasionally talked to each other.
"I'm also feeling quite inflated right now, so let's just be friendly to each other," said Lu Yinbing.
"I'm going back to Beijing the day after tomorrow to record a show. Are you free? Can we meet in the evening?"
"Look at what you said. President Xia ordered me to do it. Even if I don't have time, I will make time for it."
Xia Yitong's words gave her goose bumps, which were colder than the snow outside: "Teacher Lu, if you keep talking like that, I won't just swell up, I'll explode."
"Then go ahead and blow it up. It would be best if you could fly directly to my place, saving the airfare." Lu Yinbing looked up and found that the door of her mother's room was ajar. She quickly loosened her fingers, then pressed them and whispered another message, "My parents are coming out. Talk to me later."
Lu Yinbing didn't mind her parents knowing about Xia Yitong's existence, but that didn't mean she didn't mind Lu Yunzhang and Liu Xinmin hearing her and Xia Yitong's sweet talk. How embarrassing that would be.
"Dad, Mom." She greeted.
Liu Xinmin was in front and Lu Yunzhang was behind. Both of them walked out with smiles on their faces. Their eyes glanced at the phone that Lu Yinbing turned over. They seemed to have heard her talking just now, and she was so happy. It must be about that constant. It's over.
"Making dumplings?" Lu Yinbing asked them.
"Wrap." Liu Xinmin nudged Lu Yunzhang's arm. Lu Yunzhang walked over and picked up the rolling pin: "I'll roll the dough."
Liu Xinmin: "I'll go chop the stuffing."
"It's chopped up," Lu Yinbing looked at her strangely and pointed at the basin under his hand, "Here it is."
Liu Xinmin said sincerely: "My daughter is really hardworking."
Lu Yinbing was silent for a moment, then said, "...Mom, you chopped this up an hour ago."
"Really? Look at my memory." Liu Xinmin laughed dryly twice, and kicked Lu Yunzhang's toes with her foot under the cover of the table. Lu Yunzhang said: "Yes, your mother has been forgetting things recently. The last time she went to see a doctor, the doctor said it might be Alzheimer's—"
Liu Xinmin withdrew her foot from Lu Yunzhang's feet and continued to wink at him.
Lu Yunzhang had just been kicked, and while enduring the pain, he asked, "Your mother wants to ask you, Shu Yao is not going home for the New Year this year, is there any conflict between you and her?"
Under the table, Liu Xinmin secretly gave her husband a thumbs up, then activated her naked eye vision of 1.5 to not miss any of the micro-expressions on Lu Yinbing's face.
"Maybe he's busy." Lu Yinbing lowered his eyes and stirred the chopped dumpling stuffing with chopsticks without revealing any flaws.
Lu Yunzhang: "Oh, I suddenly have an important call to make. Daughter, can Dad borrow your phone?"
Lu Yinbing clicked her tongue, put down her chopsticks, and changed to a casual posture, leaning against the table with her back. Because her hands were dirty, she couldn't cross her arms, so she leaned on the table behind her, looking leisurely at her parents who were hiding their true intentions as if they were afraid that others would not notice what was going on.
"Come on, please start your performance."