At the beginning of the line, the problem repeated itself.
SUN strictly examines registered users and selects experts in specific fields to ensure a high-quality user base. This process is difficult and long, requires long-term accumulation, and working overtime is common. It was a rare time to be free during the annual vacation, so Shi Jin took the two of them to have a few drinks.
In the bar, Chi Zheng took a few sips and stopped touching.
Shi Jin wanted to pour it for him, but Chi Zheng stopped it with one hand.
"How much did you just drink?"
Chi Zheng said, "Enough."
Shi Jin glanced at Lu Huai. The latter was drinking coke leisurely and was unhappy, "I'll bring you two here, so what's the point of drinking it by myself?"
Lu Huai turned sideways immediately: "Don't look at me, I quit a long time ago."
History and present are boring, and a mouthful of stuffy bangs is like half a bottle.
"You also drink less, no one will take you back when you are drunk." Lu Huai said to Shi Jin.
Shi Jin frowned.
"Can you change your voice?"
Lu Huai: "..."
Chi Zheng smiled, lowered his head and lit a cigarette. After drinking, Shi Jin talked more than usual, "Dude, I'm 26 this year, and I haven't caught a single girl."
Lu Huai held up the Coke, "We have to do one."
The two clinked glasses.
Shi Jin sighed, and pointed to his masculine face, "This can't be blamed on my buddy, it's just like the factory settings."
Lu Huai: "Your son has changed his voice."
Shi Jin: "..."
Chi Zheng squinted his eyes, his gaze fell on one spot, and he took a puff of cigarette from time to time, but remained silent. Shi Jin picked up the wine bottle and poured it down his throat, bumping his arm against Chi Zheng, "You are luckier than my buddies, it's just different to have a woman."
Lu Huai: "Hey."
The two clinked glasses again.
Chi Zheng looked up at the two guys, pressed Mie Yan, stood up and walked out. Lu Huai raised his head and yelled what time it was, but Shi Jin focused on the woman, pulled Lu Huai and told us to drink, sighed and looked up, "Hurry up and give my brother a woman, everyone will recognize it."
Lu Huai shook his head, "You still care about this?"
"You do not care?"
"That thing looks sacred, useless." Lu Huai spread his hands and patted Shi Jin's shoulder, "But it's hard work for you, you have been hungry and thirsty for so many years."
Shi Jin burped, "You too."
It was dark outside the bar, and the wind was cold. Chi Zheng zipped up his down jacket and was about to take a taxi. He answered a phone call and turned back to the shop. Meng Shengnan came in a short while, and it was a lot warmer as soon as he entered the store. She took off her coat and scarf, and Chi Zheng handed her a cup of hot water.
"I thought you guys would have to drink until midnight."
She held the outer wall of the cup with both hands to keep warm, and sat on the edge of the bed, while Chi Zheng washed his face and was wiping with a towel, his voice was blocked by the cotton silk.
"I left early."
After speaking, he threw away the towel and walked in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Meng Shengnan looked up.
Chi Zheng took her water glass and put it on the table behind him, then lifted her chin, bent down and kissed her. The heating in the room is stern, and the fire is burning, and it will be on at one point. The lights were still on, and it was dim. He pushed her onto the bed, leaned over to her ear, his voice hoarse and seductive.
"Be you."
Meng Shengnan was pinched by him until her whole body was soft, and she watched him rising and falling on her body in a daze. The man's sweat dripped on her body and ran down her chest. Under the light, he was doing the most intimate thing in her softest place.
He belongs to her alone.
"Chi Zheng."
"Um."
The man was still pushing forward, Meng Shengnan couldn't help but rave.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow."
He was obsessed with her softness, Meng Shengnan's voice was rare and serious.
"Right now."
Chi Zheng was still under her body, with his hands on her sides, looking down at her. Meng Shengnan's hand holding his neck subconsciously drew circles behind his head, his eyes were clear, Chi Zheng's throat moved, and he made a difficult 'hmm'.
"What if I'm not Shu Yuan, but Meng Shengnan?"
Hearing this, Chi Zheng frowned, staring at her blushing cheeks, breathing heavily. Meng Shengnan was waiting for his answer, but Chi Zheng's brows did not relax. The woman was a little flustered, Chi Zheng took a deep breath, "Meng Shengnan."
"Um."
"I can't stand it anymore."
Before she thought about what he said, she suddenly pushed her lower body hard, and his hardness got in. Meng Shengnan was so tormented by his sudden collision that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even breathe. In a daze, she heard him whispering in her ear.
"It's all you, I know."
The white moonlight shone down, and the bed was shining brightly.
Jiangcheng has a strong flavor of the New Year, with hundreds of years of customs. Old people often talk about the twenty-three kitchen gods going to heaven, Sheng Dian believed in this, and placed the kitchen god in the kitchen at noon. Qi Qiao came to visit and set up trains with Xiao Hang in the living room. Meng Shengnan got up in the morning and stayed in bed with Chi Zheng, and had just arrived home at this time.
When she returned to the room, Qi Qiao followed with a smile.
"Come back so early?"
Meng Shengnan gave her a blank look, and Qi Qiao laughed, and leaned close to her to look, but Meng Shengnan turned to avoid it.
"what?"
"Looking for a hickey."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Qi Qiao smiled, "I said you two have recovered for half a year, have you ever thought about getting married?"
This word stunned Meng Shengnan for a moment, and she shook her head.
"without."
Qi Qiao was speechless, "Your aunt who leaves early and doesn't come back at night doesn't talk about you, it's clear that she is waiting for this, don't you understand?"
"not understand."
From childhood to adulthood, as a mother, Shengdian never interfered with her freedom to go out.
Qi Qiao sighed, "Sure enough, pretty girls are not smart."
Meng Shengnan: "Thank you for complimenting me on my beauty."
Qi Qiao: "..."
As the woman spoke, she jumped up suddenly, ran downstairs, took out a magazine from her bag, ran up again, and threw it into her arms. Meng Shengnan glanced at the cover, not knowing why.
"Did you buy it?"
Qi Qiao said 'ah', "I saw it at the post office this morning, this week's new edition, I bought it for you by the way."
Meng Shengnan turned over a few times.
"Is my sister understanding?"
Meng Shengnan responded casually, her finger stuck on one of the pages and stopped. The author seems to have a clear understanding of the world, writing "this is just passing by in a hurry, why bother to worry about it". She chewed it carefully for a few minutes, and looked at the upper left corner, the author is Jiang Lang.
Haven't seen him post for a long time.
She remembered that Zhou Ningzhi asked them what they wanted in their lifetime a long time ago, and Zhang Yiyan puffed up his cheeks and thought for a long time that he wanted to be successful and famous. Later, he was the only one left who didn't speak. When everyone pressed him, the guy joked, "Write a story and watch everyone cry."
The shoulder was patted by Qi Qiao.
"What are you thinking?"
Meng Shengnan felt tight in his chest, slowly closed the book and shook his head.
The time pointed to eleven o'clock, Meng Jin's radio in the living room was telling the time, and Sheng Dian asked the two of them to go downstairs for dinner. For some reason, Meng Shengnan suddenly wanted to call Jiang Jin. She dialed twice but the service was suspended, and she dialed Chi Zheng again. The man was silent for a few seconds and said, "Let me try."
After dinner, her phone rang.
Jiang Jin smiled on the phone, "You're not yet thirty, so why don't you wish your brother New Year's greetings?"
Meng Shengnan was leaning against the desk in the room, looking outside.
"Have you changed your number?"
"I've been out for the past two days, temporarily."
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh', "I saw your article on Baiwei."
"Scared by brother's literary talents?"
Meng Shengnan laughed, chatted a few gossips, and Jiang Jin mentioned Chi Zheng.
"Have you checked that kid's website?"
"No, what's the matter?" She never asked about his work.
Jiang Jin said: "Recently, there is a post that has been on the top for three days. It's very interesting. I'll take a look at it when I'm free."
Meng Shengnan said yes and hung up the phone.
The sun was shining on the earth, but it was still bitingly cold. Jiang Jin was walking along the cemetery with his hands behind his back, his figure stretched very long. From time to time, people passed by on the path with dignified faces. The man walked forward slowly, and someone behind him patted him. He turned his head, and the cemetery seller at the door followed him.
The man was reluctant to give up a single business.
"Not brother, you just asked whether you should buy it or not?"
Jiang Jin thought for a while, "Buy."
"Fresh, how flat do you want it, who will you show it to, the old man or the old lady?"
A beam of light was suddenly projected on the man, Jiang Jin squinted his eyes to find the light, and the wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground.
"It's me, I see." He said with a smile.
The sun scatters and leaves fall apart.
The clouds that day were surprisingly white, and the sky seemed as clean as it had been washed. Meng Shengnan sat in front of the computer and went to SUN to register. As soon as I logged in, I saw the post that Jiang Jin said, and the host asked: "Who knows why the social platform is named SUN?"
She scrolls down.
One answer received countless praises: "Sun and Shu Yuan."
The login name shows Chi Zheng, the founder of Big V SUN.
Meng Shengnan looked at it, lowered his head and smiled. In the living room downstairs, Sheng Dian and Qi Qiao were chatting, talking and laughing. She closed the computer and went downstairs slowly, wearing a thick red down to go to the yard to enjoy the wind. After standing there for a long time, three planes flew overhead, all of which drew a long line across the sky.
Someone was singing in the alley outside the door.
"At first, I thought that love would be easy. So no, with permission, I can rest assured. It wasn't until one day later that I discovered that it doesn't matter if love is true."
Qi Qiao's footsteps approached behind her, and another humming sound came from the depths above her head.
"What's the name of the song?" she asked.
Qi Qiao said: "The heavens and the earth are touched."
"So old."
Qi Qiao said, "Yes, it was very popular in junior high school."
Meng Shengnan looked up at the sky, it was as blue as the ocean. The wind shakes the treetops and blows the hair around my ears. She blinked and looked again, her eyes sore. From the first glimpse in 2004 to the present, Nianhua thinks that she lived up to the time. She blinks and laughs.
The singing went away, and the plane disappeared.
A few days later, the family began to slowly buy new year's goods. Chi Zheng drove over to pick her up and went to Shitiao Street, a famous ancient road in Jiangcheng. The two got out of the car, and Chi Zheng took her by the hand and walked inside. There are rows of red lanterns on the side of the street, and people are crowded on both sides. Meng Shengnan pointed to the shop selling couplets that was crowded with people in front, and dragged him over to have a look.
The shopkeeper wrote it in Mi Fu style, and passers-by applauded it.
"Let's write it ourselves during Chinese New Year."
Chi Zheng raised his eyes: "You wrote?"
The tone was full of contempt, and Meng Shengnan glared at him.
"I wrote."
Chi Zheng laughed.
Meng Shengnan ignored him and went to other shops to join in the fun. The two bought a bunch of things, Chi Zheng raised his hands, Meng Shengnan remembered something and said 'ah' again.
"I haven't bought chicken yet."
Chi Zheng: "Didn't you buy meat?"
"Then how can it be the same." Meng Shengnan tilted his head to look at him, "Don't you know?"
"What?"
"Twenty-six stewed meat, twenty-seven killed chickens."
There was a lot of noise on both sides, and they were pushed through the crowd. Meng Shengnan was wearing white down with a ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead and bright eyes. Chi Zheng looked into her eyes and could only hear her speak.
"anything else?"
Meng Shengnan counted with his fingers.
"Twenty-eight hairpins, twenty-nine postings to fellow Taoists, thirty nights of staying up all night, and walking on the street on the first day of the Lunar New Year."
Chi Zheng smiled, "Those who engage in literature know a lot."
Meng Shengnan gave him a sideways look.
"It's memorized in elementary school Chinese textbooks, don't you know?"
Chi Zheng: "..."
Meng Shengnan glanced at him with a smile, and walked forward. Chi Zheng's eyes fell on her back, he looked at her for a while and followed her with a smile. That street is connected one by one, as if walking endlessly. When turning back to the front of the car, Meng Shengnan was panting from exhaustion.
"Last year, I was not so tired after traveling with my mother."
Chi Zheng stuffed everything into the trunk and spoke leisurely.
"This year is definitely different."
Meng Shengnan looked at him: "Why?"
"I'm not your mother."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Later, the two went back to his house for dinner, and Chen Si was in great spirits. After the meal, he led the two to play cards and won almost all hands. She had no interest in winning, so she chatted with Meng Shengnan again. Chi Zheng sat on the sofa and watched TV by himself, changing from one channel to another.
Chen Sicai went back to his room after chatting until it was dark and the moon was dark.
Meng Shengnan glanced at the living room, and Chi Zheng disappeared at some point. She looked into the yard, then ran upstairs to his room. The lights were on and no one was there. Just as she was about to turn around, her peripheral vision landed on a corner of the table, and she walked over in a strange way.
She opened the title page.
The phrase 'May you be in full bloom when you smile' and the name 'Shu Yuan' dazzled my eyes. I don't think it's been nearly ten years. With light footsteps behind him, Chi Zheng approached slowly, Meng Shengnan looked back at him, shook the book with a smile.
"Do you know why I sent you the Meditation Record?"
Chi Zheng shook his head.
Meng Shengnan smiled, "The teacher once told Zhang Xueyou that this book was the token of love between her and her husband. But at that time, I didn't know that you were Teacher Chen's son. Now that I think about it, it's a coincidence."
Chi Zheng smiled.
"There's one more thing I haven't told you."
"What?"
Meng Shengnan took a breath and said, "I resigned."
"Change the news?"
"Yeah." Meng Shengnan nodded, "I plan to take the Jiangcheng TV station exam after the next year."
Chi Zheng pondered for a while, "Sure."
Meng Shengnan bent his lips silently and tilted his head to smile. It's just that before the smile lasted three seconds, she suddenly felt her stomach tumbling and retched. Chi Zheng frowned, thinking it was her stomach trouble again, so he went downstairs to get Chen Si's stomach medicine. After tossing for a while, she felt comfortable.
Strange to say, the discomfort lasted until twenty-nine.
Meng Shengnan realized something inexplicably, and went to the pharmacy alone in the afternoon. She was worried along the way, and immediately went to the bathroom when she got home. As soon as she entered the door that day, Chi Zheng followed behind. Sheng Dian said it was on the second floor, but he couldn't find anyone.
There was noise from the bathroom next door.
Chi Zheng frowned, and was about to knock on the door, but suddenly grabbed the doorknob and pushed it away. When he appeared suddenly, Meng Shengnan was startled, and the thing in his hand fell straight to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, but Chi Zheng took a step ahead of her.
Two red lines on the pregnancy test stick.
Meng Shengnan was at a loss, his eyes were red. Chi Zheng stared at the object in his hand for a while, rubbed his thumbs, and laughed softly.
"dare you laugh?"
Chi Zheng laughed even bigger, "This time I am really an old man."
Suddenly snowflakes fell outside.
Meng Shengnan didn't expect a grand marriage proposal, just getting a certificate on New Year's Eve like this now is enough. The two old people laughed and said that they would go to the hospital for a closer examination after a year. In any case, this is undoubtedly the most double-happy event in the 2013 New Year.
That night, the whole country was jubilant at the Spring Festival Gala.
Both families stayed at Meng's house for the New Year, and Chen Si and Sheng Dian seemed to have endless chatter. Snowflakes stuck to the windows, and the house was as warm as spring. Meng Hang asked Meng Jin what the song was on TV, and Meng Jin said that he would never forget tonight.
In the small room, jasmine incense was lit.
She was lying in his arms, Chi Zheng carefully put his hands on her stomach, the man's voice was puzzled, "Why is there no movement?"
Meng Shengnan smiled, "What happened just now?"
Chi Zheng frowned.
"Besides, what if the pregnancy test stick is not accurate?"
Chi Zheng said 'hmm', then smiled slightly.
"That's okay, you're married anyway."
Meng Shengnan laughed silently.
After a while, the snowflakes grew bigger and the house was filled with fragrance. Meng Shengnan looked up at him. The man pursed his lips slightly, his neck was upright, and his eyes seemed to be gentle.
"I want to write a book, and the name is all ready."
Chi Zheng lowered his eyes and asked what.
"Family portrait." She said with a slow smile.
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The author has something to say: I have counted private messages on Weibo, and I will return to Xi'an in a few days and send them to everyone.
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This story is finished here, and I feel that it is almost done. I want to watch the Weibo of the Fanwai small theater, but I haven’t thought about ending the Fanwai for the time being. If I have inspiration in the future, I will post it directly on Weibo.
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Happy Valentine's Day, bye.