After a few more snowfalls, it is the end of the year.
The weather in the north is getting colder every day, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground. The trees on the side of the road have lost all their leaves. The air here is not very good. After a few days of heavy snowfall, it is no longer white, but covered with a faint layer of dust.
People wore snow boots and walked in the snow, making the snow crunch.
The roadside is full of New Year's atmosphere. Residents on the floors, shops, hotels, and even the street lamps on the roadside are hung with red lanterns. They are lit up at night, and the wind and snow blow, shining a peaceful red light.
The laziest and busiest day of the year.
Yang Zhao got up in the morning and made careful preparations. Today is New Year's Eve, and the Yang family has always had a family reunion on New Year's Eve. This is the most crowded day of the year.
She wakes up Yang Jintian by the way in the morning.
For college entrance examination candidates, this is the last crazy relaxation before the college entrance examination.
It was rare for Yang Jintian to sleep in for two or three days in a row. He has been living here with Yang Zhao since he was on vacation. Yang Zhao asked him if he wanted to live with her parents so that he could take care of him, but Yang Jintian said nothing.
Yang Zhao got Yang Jintian up, ordered him a breakfast, and took it into the room in a big bag.
Yang Jintian rubbed his eyes in a daze, and said, "Sister, what is this?"
Yang Zhao said, "Clothes, you wear this set tonight."
Yang Jintian took the bag and took out the clothes to have a look - it was a well-tailored Chinese tunic suit.
Yang Jintian scratched his hair and said, "Sister, you bought it for me."
Yang Zhao said, "Well, I got someone to do it, you can try it later."
Regarding this Chinese tunic suit, I have to say that this is the preference of Grandpa Yang Zhao. Grandpa Yang Zhao was a rare intellectual and progressive youth in that era. His preference for the Chinese tunic suit has reached a level of obsession. There is half a wardrobe for what you can't wear.
And he is old, so to put it bluntly, he has not had a good life for a few years. In order to make the master happy, everyone will wear Chinese tunic suits during Chinese New Year dinners.
Yang Jintian yawned and went into the bathroom, changed his clothes, came out, and said to Yang Zhao, "Sister, how are you doing?"
Yang Zhao packed the bag and looked up. Then he smiled and said, "Well, not bad."
Yang Jintian was praised by her, and instantly became more energetic, saying: "Wait until I get my hair done, I will be more energetic." He said to Yang Zhao enthusiastically, "Just like those male students in the Republic of China in the history books. .”
Yang Jintian was much more energetic than before. Yang Zhao looked at his smiling face and felt relieved. She nodded and was about to speak when the phone rang.
Yang Jintian watched Yang Zhao take out the phone, then looked at the number on the phone screen, and there was no movement for a long time.
The phone rang again and again.
Yang Jintian said a little strangely: "Sister, who is it, why didn't you answer the phone?"
Yang Zhao didn't seem to hear him.
"sister?"
Yang Zhao turned his head abruptly, "Huh?"
Yang Jintian pointed to the mobile phone and said, "Why didn't you answer it?"
"Ah... oh." Yang Zhao was a little flustered, and he said to Yang Jintian, "You, clean up first, I'll answer the phone."
Yang Zhao went out of the house, returned to his bedroom, and closed the door behind his back.
Only then did the call go through.
"Hello."
There was a low and somewhat gentle voice on the other side of the phone.
"Yang Zhao, it's me."
Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled softly and said, "Why, can't you hear it?"
Yang Zhao said, "Why did you call me?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Can't you fight?"
Yang Zhao could hear that Chen Mingsheng's voice was a little lazy, and he was much more relaxed than before. She was infected by him, and she also relaxed slowly.
Yang Zhao came to the window, the yard outside was covered with snow, it was a bit foggy today, and the sky and the earth were all white. She leaned against the window and felt the faint cold air from the window.
"Chen Mingsheng, what are you doing?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I'll call you."
Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Before the phone call."
Chen Mingsheng said, "I'm going to call you."
The corners of Yang Zhao's mouth curved slightly, and she couldn't help lowering her head. She said, "Chen Mingsheng, it seems that you are really free now."
Chen Mingsheng said, "What are you doing?"
Yang Zhao would definitely not play games like "call you" with him, she told him: "I'm preparing clothes for Xiaotian."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Do you want to go out?"
"Yeah." Yang Zhao said, "Go out in the afternoon and go back to my parents' place for dinner in the evening."
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "New Year's Eve dinner?"
"That's right." Yang Zhao said, "You...how are you spending tonight."
Chen Mingsheng said, "I don't know yet."
Yang Zhao said, "Is there no vacation?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "There's no vacation."
Yang Zhao said, "Don't work too hard."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Chen Mingsheng said: "Is your parents' house so far away from you? You take your brother there. Is it a family gathering of four?"
"No." Yang Zhao said, "There are still some people, it's a big party, almost the most regular gathering in my family every year. My parents' place is not far from me."
Yang Zhao reported an address and said, "If you drive—" She paused, thinking of something, smiled, and said, "If I drive, it will take about an hour. If you want it, it will take about 20 minutes."
Chen Mingsheng also laughed, and said, "That's really not too far away."
Yang Jintian called Yang Zhao outside, Chen Mingsheng heard it, and said, "Come here, you go and see your brother."
"good."
Chen Mingsheng said: "Happy New Year."
Yang Zhao said, "You too."
Yang Jintian knocked on the door cautiously, "Sister?"
Yang Zhao opened the door and said, "I'm here, have you tidied up?"
"Yeah." Yang Jintian took a step back, straightened his back, and said, "What do you think?"
Yang Zhao nodded, "Very good."
Yang Jintian smiled.
Seventeen or eighteen years old is always beautiful. Some naive, some impulsive, often make mistakes, but still beautiful.
In the afternoon, Yang Zhao took Yang Jintian back to his parents' house.
Everyone will bring gifts for this party, Yang Zhao prepared a box of exquisite candies for Yang Jintian, she knew that other children would come to the party. Yang Zhao prepared a bottle of red wine by herself—after she answered Chen Mingsheng's call, she was always in a good mood, and she picked the best bottle of red wine from the wine rack.
At half past five, Yang Zhao arrived on time. There was a row of cars parked at the door, and Yang Zhao recognized some of the signs, which were all her relatives. In order to welcome the guests, Yang's father and Yang's mother opened the door wide open. Two red lanterns and a pair of Spring Festival couplets were hung on the door.
The sound of firecrackers has not stopped since the morning. And the closer the night is, the louder the sound of firecrackers, making the festive atmosphere more and more lively.
Yang Zhao led Yang Jintian into the house, and Mother Yang greeted him at the door, seeing Yang Zhao, she smiled and said, "Xiao Zhao, why are you here so late."
"Preparing clothes for him." Yang Zhao pointed to Yang Jintian.
"How could..." Yang Jintian muttered in a low voice.
Mother Yang smiled and said, "Come into the house and go to pay grandpa New Year's greetings."
"good."
When Yang Zhao and Yang Jintian entered the house, there were already many people in the living room on the first floor. The old people were all sitting on the sofa, and the parents were chatting at the table on the side.
There are no small children on the first floor, the children are all upstairs.
Yang Zhao said to Yang Jintian: "Little Tian, go to pay grandpa a New Year's greeting, and then go upstairs."
Yang Jintian tidied up his clothes, then walked to the sofa, and wished all the seniors New Year's greetings.
Yang Zhao's grandfather was almost ninety years old, he squinted at Yang Jintian and recognized the child. He waved repeatedly to let him get closer.
Yang Jintian passed by, and Grandpa Yang Zhao asked him about his current situation sentence by sentence. After a long time, he was given a red envelope and let him go.
When it was time for Yang Zhao to pay New Year's greetings, her grandfather said to her: "Xiaotian is a poor child. As a big sister, you should take care of him more."
Yang Zhao bowed his head and said yes.
Dinner is on time at six thirty in the evening.
A total of nearly forty people came to the family, all of whom were immediate relatives of the Yang family. A total of three tables were divided, and Yang Zhao sat at the second table.
Grandpa opened the meal, delivered a speech of congratulations, and drank the first glass of wine.
The old man's congratulatory speech was so long and obscure that the old pedantic, the younger generation couldn't understand it at all. But no one dared to interrupt, and no one dared to put their hands on the table before the old man finished speaking.
When he finally finished speaking, everyone couldn't wait to move their chopsticks to eat.
Yang Zhao looked at Yang Jintian, Yang Jintian was sitting at the third table with other children, he was the big brother inside, and he distributed the candies he brought to several children, and the children all smiled happily.
Yang Zhao also laughed.
The sound of firecrackers outside was one after another, and the dinner table gradually became lively. Yang Zhao poured a glass of wine and was about to toast the elders, but just as she was about to stand up, her phone vibrated suddenly.
Yang Zhao thought that perhaps it was a text message from Xue Miao to congratulate the New Year. They were not celebrating the Spring Festival, and because they knew they couldn't attend Yang Zhao's family reunion, Xue Miao took the time to go back to the company.
Yang Zhao held the wine glass in one hand and took out the phone with the other. She was stunned instantly after reading the text message.
The sound of firecrackers, banquets, and lively congratulations.
All the sounds are gone.
In Yang Zhao's eyes, there is only that short line of words——
[When you are full, come out and meet me.]
Yang Zhao looked at the string of numbers repeatedly, looked at them repeatedly, and verified them repeatedly. Until a relative on one side touched her and asked, "Yang Zhao, are you okay, why are you so dazed?"
Before Yang Zhao had time to say anything, he put down his wine glass and exited the table.
Everyone was eating their own, and no one noticed her. Yang Zhao came to the door and put on his shoes. When she pulled the zipper of the boot, she failed to do it several times in a row, and her hands were shaking slightly.
She pushed open the door, and the cold wind from outside rushed in, causing Yang Zhao to squint his eyes.
She panted, exhaling and exhaling white mist.
The sound of firecrackers outside became louder, Yang Zhao slowly closed the door and walked forward.
She clutched the phone tightly in her hand.
She turned her head and suddenly saw a red taxi parked around the corner.
Yang Zhao's heart beat unstoppably fast.
She took a few steps towards the car.
As soon as he reached the corner, Yang Zhao's arm was suddenly pulled. She let out a cry of surprise, and her body was pulled aside by a strong force. Just as she was about to yell, she was interrupted by the familiar feeling of being hugged around her waist.
Chen Mingsheng leaned against the wall, hugged her waist with one hand, and put one hand on her hip. He lowered his head, looked at Yang Zhao who was still in shock with a smile, and whispered with a joke:
"Are you full so quickly?"