Wen Yuanchu played with the shooting machine for over an hour.
Ling Song changed from standing and watching to finally sitting on the ground next to him, waiting for him while eating ice cream, and helping him collect the game tickets from the machine by the way.
An hour later, after Wen Yuanchu consumed the last game coin, he picked up the coat that was on the side and walked out. Ling Song hurriedly got up and chased after him.
"Hey, wait, you haven't redeemed the prize yet."
Wen Yuanchu went to the water bar in front of the store and bought a bottle of Coke, then poured it into his mouth.
Ling Song stared at his Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, then stretched out his hand to poke his chest: "Wen Yuanchu, what's wrong with you, don't ignore me."
Wen Yuanchu drank half a bottle of Coke, wiped his lower lip with the back of his hand, then slapped his paw away, and said coldly: "Go and change it, you can choose what you want."
"You won it back..."
"I'll send you off."
Ling Song pursed his lips, and he exchanged it as he wished.
Back in the store, he spent a long time at the front desk, finally picking out a pair of wristbands.
Wen Yuanchu was waiting for him at the door of the store, Ling Song came out and threw the prize he got into his arms: "I'll give it to you."
Wen Yuanchu picked it up, and looked up at Ling Song: "...you changed this?"
Ling Song snorted and said, "I know, you were fighting with me just now, although I don't know where I offended you again, but you still spanked my ass and ignored me, now it should be evened out. "
Wen Yuanchu lightly pursed the corners of his lips and said, "I'm sorry."
Ling Song felt relieved in an instant, and waved his hand: "Forget it, I am generous, and I don't care about you, let's go."
Wen Yuanchu breathed a sigh of relief.
When Ling Song posted it, he didn't get rid of him, and the two of them walked out together.
Walking out of the shopping mall, the sky outside has already darkened, and the city lights are shining brightly.
On the last day of the year, the streets were bustling with people coming and going.
Wen Yuanchu asked Ling Song: "Want to go to the beach? Let's go to the seaside night market for dinner, and there will be fireworks there at night."
Ling Song nodded immediately: "Okay."
He had just seen on WeChat that there was a countdown to New Year's Eve fireworks at the beach, and he was thinking about mentioning it to Wen Yuanchu, so he said it first.
Ling Song happily sent a message to his brother, saying that he would not go back to eat at night, and went to the beach with Wen Yuanchu to watch the fireworks before returning home.
Ling Jie was worried: Is it after midnight after watching the fireworks? You two students
Ling Song: It doesn't matter, don't worry, I won't get lost.
Ling Jie: ...
Brother is afraid that you will sell yourself.
Take the subway from the business district to Haibin Station, and walk for ten minutes to the Haihai Night Market.
Although it was winter, this place was more lively than when they came back last time, every shop and stall was full, and there were many people waiting for their seats outside.
It is the choice of most people who come here to go to the beach after eating here, and wait until the countdown of the fireworks at zero o'clock.
Ling Song picked a shop for cold noodles.
He ate too much at noon, and kept stuffing snacks all afternoon. His stomach was full, so he only ordered a bowl of cold seafood noodles. Like him, Wen Yuanchu ordered a few more side dishes.
After sitting down, Ling Song snapped off his chopsticks, and said casually: "Everyone here spends two years. It's really interesting. Four hundred years ago, the New Year was also very lively. It lasted from the beginning of the year to after the Lantern Festival. For a month, I can play every day without studying, oh, that's great."
In fact, it was the end of the dynasty at that time, and life was not peaceful, but the capital was better, and the atmosphere of the New Year was much stronger than this era.
At that time, fireworks would be set off on the city tower. He remembered that the year before his death, the regent specially asked someone to buy a batch of very good flower boxes from Jiangnan. night.
That seemed to be one of the few interesting things worth remembering before he died.
...Forget it, and think about what happened hundreds of years ago.
Ling Song turned his head, Wen Yuanchu was ironing the dishes, his eyes fell on Wen Yuanchu's calm and gentle face, his mind moved slightly.
It seemed that he had finally made a clear distinction between Wen Yuanchu and Wen Che until now.
Wen Yuanchu is Wen Yuanchu, and Wen Che is Wen Che.
He should never confuse them again.
Never again.
No matter how good or bad that dead ghost is, how much grievance and hatred he has, the shadow in his heart is already very, very faded.
In this place, he knew the real person who played with him and taught him to learn every day.
It was Wen Yuanchu.
The person he likes is also Wen Yuanchu.
Whichever you like.
Being stared at by Ling Song's burning eyes, Wen Yuanchu seemed to sense something, and raised his eyes to look at him: "What are you doing?"
"It's nothing," Ling Song smiled, "Look at the good-looking father in Yuanchu."
Wen Yuanchu handed him the hot dishes: "Eat."
The noodles and side dishes they ordered were already on the table, Ling Song rolled up his sleeves and ate them heartily.
After dinner, go to the beach.
It's only past eight o'clock, and the place is already crowded with people.
Ling Song dragged Wen Yuanchu all the way stop and go, digesting his overfed stomach.
The artificial island on the other side of the sea is brightly lit, and at zero o'clock, fireworks will rise from there.
Ling Song looked at it from afar and asked Wen Yuanchu, "Are the fireworks here much more beautiful than the four-hundred-year-old ones?"
Wen Yuanchu looked ahead and said for a long time, "...I don't know what it was like four hundred years ago."
"That's right," Ling Song laughed, "I only saw it in my dreams in my previous life."
He jumped on Wen Yuanchu's back: "I can't walk anymore, Yuanchu's father is carrying me."
Wen Yuanchu frowned, afraid that he would fall, so he quickly supported his leg with both hands.
Ling Song was dishonest on his back, twisting and turning, his warm breath was right next to Wen Yuanchu's ear: "Wen Yuanchu, have you watched fireworks with others?"
"Seen."
Wen Yuanchu said honestly, walking forward slowly with Ling Song on his back.
"With whom?"
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything more, Ling Song waited for a long time, a little unhappy: "Can't you say it?"
"No one, just a little bastard."
Ling Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized that what Wen Yuanchu was talking about was someone he liked before.
Wen Yuanchu watched the fireworks with that person.
Maybe they also come to this seaside night market to have dinner together, and then hang out here, waiting for the New Year's Eve at midnight.
Maybe, he also carried that person on his back.
Sucking his nose, suppressing the sourness in his heart, Ling Song jumped off Wen Yuanchu's back in a boring way, found a rock and sat down cross-legged: "I'm not going, I can't walk anymore."
When Wen Yuanchu saw him, he was happy before, but now he seemed to be listless again. He sat down next to him and asked, "Are you unhappy? What's the matter?"
"Learn from you, can't you be awkward?"
Wen Yuanchu: "..."
He saw someone selling candied haws in front of him, and asked Ling Song, "Candied haws, do you want to eat?"
Coax him with candied haws again.
Ling Song slandered, but said: "Dad bought it in the early Yuan Dynasty, and I will eat it."
Wen Yuanchu went to buy strings of candied haws and came back.
Although there was really no room in his stomach, but being stared at by Wen Yuanchu's extremely serious and sincere eyes, Ling Song still reluctantly took it, held it in his hand and licked it slowly.
Wen Yuanchu sat back beside him and reminded him: "If you can't eat it, just taste it."
Ling Song put candied haws to his mouth with a smile: "You eat too."
Wen Yuanchu glanced at him, then lowered his head and bit off a piece where he had licked.
Ling Song was a little surprised.
This time, Wen Yuanchu didn't even think of him anymore, tsk.
"Are you really hungry?"
"You let me eat."
Fine.
Chatting casually, after sharing a bunch of candied haws, Ling Song licked his lips and took out his phone to look at it.
Wechat red envelopes were being sent out in every group, and he went in one by one to grab them, and quickly got over a hundred yuan.
Xia Langxing: @lingsong? Don't just go in and out, you're even more stingy than Grandet, give out red envelopes.
Lin Qiuyi: Girl, where are you now? Are you with Wen Yuanchu
Ling Song: We are at the beach, waiting to watch the fireworks.
Lin Qiuyi: Not bad, are you two dating alone
Ling Song: Hee hee.
Ling Song: Wen Yuanchu bought me candied haws, and I ate them together with him. Oh, it's not sweet at all, and he still insists on me eating it.
Ling Song: I'm reluctant to give him face.
Xia Langxing: Don't you think your flaunting tone is very flat? Send red packets, hurry up.
Ling Song: [doge] I'll grab your 60 cents, you have the nerve to ask me to send it
Xia Langxing: Isn't sixty cents money? The tone is really big, the group is full of single dogs, are you ashamed not to post it once you get out of the single
Ling Song: You are talking nonsense, Wen Yuanchu and I have a pure father-son relationship.
Xia Ranxing: ...
Lin Qiuyi: ...
Yao Nana: Are you still a father and son
Ling Song: How about that
The group fell into an eerie silence.
Ling Song ignored them.
Wen Yuanchu went to throw out the garbage and came back, Ling Song leaned over and grabbed his hand: "Dad Yuanchu, good dad, you are my dad, shouldn't you give me lucky money for the New Year?"
Wen Yuanchu was a little speechless: "...it's not the Spring Festival yet."
"Then send me a red envelope too, everyone else has."
Wen Yuanchu: "How many red envelopes did you grab in total?"
"One hundred and eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents."
But one didn't send out any hair.
After hesitating, Wen Yuanchu turned on his phone silently and sent him a red envelope of two hundred.
Ling Song beamed: "Dad is really rich, thank you Dad, okay?"
Wen Yuanchu coughed lightly, and said, "If you can do better in the final exam, I will give you lucky money."
Ling Song bumped his arm with a smile: "That's a deal."
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, his throat rolled, and asked: "Have you ever taken the lucky money from others? People other than the elders."
Ling Song pouted: "No."
In fact, there are, the dead ghost sent him.
But he didn't want to mention it.
He also asked Wen Yuanchu casually: "What about you? You haven't given lucky money to others, have you?"
"… Sent a."
There was a year when Chinese New Year, two hundred and five taels of silver was given to him, but he didn't remember it.
Ling Song was angry.
Dare he pick up other people's leftovers
Ling Song angrily transferred the two hundred yuan back: "Return it to you, don't want it anymore."
Wen Yuanchu confiscated it: "Why don't you want it?"
"Zai Zai is not dad's only one, not happy."
Wen Yuanchu raised his hand, stroked Ling Song's hair that was blown by the sea breeze, and said helplessly, "Stop making trouble, just accept it."
"No,...you sent a few hundred to others?"
Wen Yuanchu thought about it carefully. Calculated according to purchasing power, two liang of silver is about...
"Two thousand yuan."
Ling Song beat people with his hands.
He was about to cry angrily: "It turns out that in my father's heart, I am only worth one-tenth of others."
Wen Yuanchu grabbed his hand and pressed it down: "Don't talk nonsense, what a mess."
"I'm not talking nonsense. If you send two thousand to others, you will send two hundred to me. What is a tenth?"
Wen Yuanchu opened his mouth, unable to speak.
He was silent for a moment, then picked up the phone again.
Nine more red envelope records were swiped out in the WeChat dialog box.
Wen Yuanchu said: "Take it."
Ling Song sniffed and counted one by one, two hundred each, no more, no less, exactly two thousand.
"Can't you give more? Why are others getting two thousand, and I am also two thousand?"
Insatiable.
Wen Yuanchu turned cold: "No more, all the money in my WeChat has been sent to you."
"If you don't give it, I won't give it," Ling Song muttered, "I won't take advantage of you, and I will use this money to treat you to dinner in the future."
You're ashamed to say you didn't take advantage of it...
Wen Yuanchu didn't bother to argue with him anymore, so he put on his earphones, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Ling Song yelled a few times in his ear, and seeing that he really ignored him, he stopped making fun of himself and picked up his mobile phone to play games.
An hour later, Ling Song felt dizzy and yawned profusely. He looked at his watch until ten o'clock.
He lay down on the spot, pillowed Wen Yuanchu's legs, and told him in a daze before falling asleep: "Remember to call me when it's midnight."
Wen Yuanchu looked down, Ling Song was already pillowing him, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.
After poking the little bastard's face a few times to see that he really fell asleep, Wen Yuanchu withdrew his hands, took off his coat, and covered Ling Song.
Ling Song had a sweet dream.
In the dream, Wen Yuanchu sent him countless red envelopes for New Year's money, and he counted the money until he was soft, smiling from ear to ear.
He was woken up by the explosion of huge fireworks and the cheers of the crowd.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the sky filled with light and colors, and the sea of fireworks and stars rained down like rain.
Ling Song was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up.
Wen Yuanchu raised his head, staring intently at the night sky dyed brightly.
Ling Song pushed him, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Why didn't you wake me up."
The last-minute countdown has begun in the crowd: "Five nine, five eight, five seven..."
Wen Yuanchu grabbed Ling Song's restless hand and reminded him without looking back: "Watch the fireworks."
Ling Song looked up and saw that fireworks were constantly shooting up into the sky from the island on the other side, blooming in various forms and extremely rotten in the night sky.
He looked at it for a while and said, "It's not much better than the one four hundred years ago."
The surrounding voices were too loud, so he didn't hear it, and Wen Yuanchu responded at that moment: "Indeed not."
The last ten seconds.
All voices come together.
"Ten! Nine! Eight..."
Ling Song tilted his head, still wanting to say something to Wen Yuanchu, his eyes fell on his side face illuminated by the bright fireworks, and he was stunned.
"—Three! Two! One!"
Thousands of fireworks bloomed to the extreme in the black night sky at the same time.
But what Ling Song saw in his eyes was only this person in front of him.
In the beautiful night, this person seemed to stir his mind more than fireworks.
His heart beat uncontrollably again.
Ling Song thought, maybe he really likes Wen Yuanchu.
It's what they call liking.