The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve.
Everywhere in Beicheng is filled with the flavor of the New Year.
Since the end of the apocalypse and the advent of the new world, people have picked up the custom of pasting Spring Festival couplets again. As soon as they are polished in the early morning, every household is busy.
Si Niannian was wearing a red dress and looked particularly happy.
"Grandpa, grandma, second uncle, third uncle, and Mrs. Zhang, wish you a happy New Year."
After a simple greeting, Si Niannian ran to the next door.
Si Xinghe was thinking about hugging her, his arms were still in mid-air, and the figure in front of him disappeared.
"Hey, when will the little princess be so clingy to me?"
Mrs. Si rolled her eyes at him, "Why, don't you regard Chen Su as your son? Are you even jealous of your own son?"
Si Xiyou also looked over, "Are you really planning to let Chen Su become your son?"
Si Xinghe sat down on the sofa and said, "He has no father, and I have no son. It's not just a coincidence, it's a perfect fit."
"Well, this kid Chen Su is stable and responsible. Just like our Nian Nian, life is a bit hard. Third child, if you really have this intention, you have to take it seriously. Tomorrow I will be with you, Uncle Bu. Mention it and ask Chen Su for his opinion. If they have no problem, then find a day to set up a few tables and prepare a decent gift. Don’t treat the child badly. "
Mr. Si's words seemed to agree with Si Xinghe's thoughts.
When Si Muen walked in, he happened to hear these words.
"Grandpa, I've only been away from home for a few days, why don't you want me as your grandson?"
Si Mu'en, who was wearing a camouflage uniform, looked a lot thinner and darker, but he was particularly energetic, with a straight back and a somewhat military look when he walked.
Si Muen walked to the sofa, stood at attention, and saluted first.
"Grandpa, grandma, dad, third uncle, happy New Year, I'm back."
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When Si Niannian arrived at Bu's house, Mr. Bu was sitting in the yard, facing the direction of the gate.
"Grandpa Bu, happy New Year."
Si Niannian walked over with a smile, his voice was soft and waxy, sweet to the heart.
Only then did Mr. Bu come back to his senses, "Nian Nian is here?"
With this sentence, Mr. Bu said nothing more and continued to look in the direction of the door.
Si Niannian looked around the room and asked, "Where's Brother Su? Why didn't you come out to post Spring Festival couplets?"
Didn’t Grandpa Bu write a lot of Spring Festival couplets in advance? Why didn’t he post any of them
"well!"
Mr. Bu sighed, "He... left at night."
"gone?"
"In the past few years, he has spent the New Year alone outside, but he left earlier this year."
That kid keeps everything in his heart.
Si Niannian was puzzled, "But isn't today brother Su's birthday?"
Mr. Bu sighed again, "Yes, it's his birthday, but it's also... his mother's death anniversary."
Mr. Bu felt sad in his heart. If his grandson hadn't come back to tell him a few years ago, he wouldn't even know that his daughter left this world on New Year's Eve.
Si Niannian kept calling Bu Chensu, but every time his phone was turned off.
"I'm so stupid. Brother Su is in such a bad mood these days, so abnormal. Why didn't I notice it? Why didn't I ask more questions and pay more attention to Brother Su?"
After blaming himself, Si Niannian rushed out of the house.
She went to every place her brother Su had taken her to, but she couldn't find him anywhere.
Brother Su must be very lonely and scared now, right
(End of chapter)