On New Year’s Eve, every household was busy, eating New Year’s Eve dinner, watching the Spring Festival Gala, sitting and chatting, playing cards after dinner, chatting about home-cooked gossip and national trends, and the children ran out to play with fireworks.

Jiang Miao and Tang Zhuqing are no longer children, but they still need to play.

Since the ban on fireworks has become increasingly strict, there is basically no supermarket selling fireworks on weekdays, so I have to buy it in special stores.

In other words, Hengtang Village is still a relatively remote suburb, and it is relatively loose. From supper to now, there will be grand fireworks blooming in the night sky in a few minutes.

The fireworks bought by Jiang Miao and Tang Zhuqing are all small, similar to the monkey and bumblebee.

However, Tang Zhuqing didn't dare to play with such fireworks that could jump from the sky, so she grabbed the fairy stick and pulled it hard, and even drew circles in the yard with one hand, asking Jiang Miao to take photos of her.

"What are your photography skills?" Tang Zhuqing's fairy stick in her hand burned out. She ran to Jiang Miao to look at the photos, and she looked disgusted, "Photo shoot my legs so short."

"You have short legs."

"See if your girlfriend will dislike you in the future!" Tang Zhuqing snorted, "You are too persuading to stop taking photos!"

"Don't worry, my girlfriend has long legs." Jiang Miao said seriously.

"Haha." Tang Zhuqing looked disdainful, "You can find it first."

well.

Jiang Miao shook his head.

No one believed this person, even if he told the truth, he would believe it.

However, he was too lazy to hit his cousin, but just saw Tang Zhuqing having fun and reminded him: "Don't use up the fairy stick, I want it too, leave some for me."

"I understand!" Tang Zhuqing shouted, and took two more fairy sticks to light them. Two small fireworks were wanted to set off in her hands. With her waving, she left fleeting traces of ribbons in the air.

For young people, there is still a little freshness on New Year's Eve, but for the elderly, it is better to go to bed early when it is late at night.

At about 11 o'clock in the evening, Tang Qingsong and Mu Shuixian went upstairs to sleep, while Tang Xiaojing and others cleaned up the living room a little, leaving the rest for cleaning tomorrow.

Tang Zhuqing went upstairs to rest when she was tired of playing and ran to the bedroom to send New Year greetings to her friends.

My uncle tidied up the room for Jiang Miao and the others and stayed here tonight.

But for Jiang Miao, the real New Year's Eve has probably just begun.

Tang Xiaojing and the others were not sleeping very much, so they were idle in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Jiang Miao secretly sorted out his scarf and put it into the prepared bag, and then put the fairy stick left by the fireworks before.

By the time everything was ready, it was already half past 11:00 pm.

Jiang Miao looked at the time and couldn't wait.

He originally planned to wait until the last ten minutes before going out to call her downstairs of his senior sister's house.

But there was nothing to do now. Jiang Miao thought about it, so he simply picked up the bag, sneaked out of the back door, and walked towards the senior sister's house.

The streets of Hengtang Village were already deserted at this time.

The cold wind at night blows, rolling up and blowing down the fireworks and paper scraps on the ground.

Jiang Miao took out his cell phone and clicked on the senior sister's WeChat.

But before he could speak first, he received a message from Su Huaizhu.

[Porridge and porridge love to drink porridge]: What are your juniors doing?

[Miaomiaoxiu's heart]: I am thinking of you.

[Porridge and porridge love to drink porridge]: Don’t talk too much!

[Miaomiaoxiyu]: Okay, what about the senior sister watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room?

[Porridge and porridge love to drink porridge]: So do I.

[Miaomiaoxiuyou]: Wow! Is this fate?

[Porridge and porridge love to drink porridge]: Haha, then how many people in the country have to be destined to be with you?

[Miaomiaoxiyui]: That can only be fate without separation, and only with the senior sister is the right fate.

I don’t know if it was touched by Su Huaizhu’s tears. After a while, Jiang Miao didn’t receive any reply.

He looked at the dark night sky, and even now, he was still illuminated by fireworks blooming from time to time.

Walking alone on the road to Hengtang Village, there was a little more lonely smell.

He was about to send another message to tease his senior sister, but his phone vibrated.

He looked down and saw that it was his senior sister's WeChat voice connection request.

Jiang Miao looked around, hesitated for a while, and still clicked to connect.

"Senior sister?"

"Um."

Su Huaizhu's response sounded, but he didn't say much.

"What's wrong with senior sister?" Jiang Miao said in confusion.

"Not much... I just want to hear your voice." Su Huaizhou's gentle voice came over and asked, "Aren't you watching the Spring Festival Gala? Why are you so quiet?"

"Oh, why don't you call me? I'm hiding upstairs." Jiang Miao whispered, continued to walk towards his senior sister's house, and asked back, "Where is the senior sister? You are very quiet."

"Well..." Su Huaixiang hesitated for a moment, "I'm back to the room, too."

"That's it." Jiang Miao looked at the time, his lips raised, and thought of the interesting scene for a while, "It's almost the early morning."

"Yes, there are still twenty minutes left."

"Is the senior sister going to sleep?"

"It's soon, where are you?"

"I'm almost done, too."

Jiang Miao looked at the road with his head down, held his cell phone in his right hand and chatted with his senior sister while watching the road.

But as he spoke, he felt something was wrong. The senior sister's voice seemed to be coming from the phone, and it seemed to be coming from a distance.

So Jiang Miao paused and looked up at the end of the road.

Su Huaizhu obviously noticed something strange, and raised his head and saw a familiar figure not far away.

For a moment, both of them were a little surprised and laughed, and then they couldn't hold back their laughter, and finally they slowly calmed down.

"Senior sister, be careful that the nose will grow longer if the lie is lying."

Jiang Miaoyao looked at Su Huaizhu on the other end of the road and said to the other end of the phone with a smile.

"Then yours will also be longer."

"I'm a lie with kindness, God will forgive me."

"It seems like I'm not."

"So is the senior sister planning to come to me?"

"No, don't think too much." Su Huaixiang turned his head, "I just came out to get some breath and happened to meet you."

"Then the place where you breathe is quite far away." Jiang Miao calculated the distance. The road was closer to his home. Obviously, Su Huaizhu couldn't help it and came out of his home earlier.

"Where are you?" Su Huaizhuang asked back, "Are you coming to find me?"

"How could that happen?" Jiang Miao also denied, "I'll come out to have some breathing too."

"You must have come to me."

"Why do you think I'm lying?"

"Because I lied to you like this."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

The next second, Su Huaibao on the other end of the road ran towards him like a gust of wind, crashing into Jiang Miao's arms.

"How long do you have to stand here?" Su Huaizhou's face was buried deep in his arms and complained, "I don't know how to run over?"

Jiang Miao laughed, hugged her tightly, and continued to tease her in her ear: "I'm afraid of delaying my senior sister's breathing."

"I don't want to breathe."

Su Huaizhou's voice was like a twisted little girl. After saying that, she raised her little face, held Jiang Miao's face and kissed her hard.

What's the best thing about breathability?

She just wants to hold her breath now and want to breathe.

I also want the breath of Junior Wen.

Jiang Miao hugged her slender waist tightly, slowly climbed up with one hand, and pressed the back of the senior sister's head.

The two of them were extremely enthusiastic from the beginning, like dry firewood in winter, and a little spark could start a prairie for thousands of miles.

Even though the cold wind at night was still raging, it could not blow out the temperature of the two of them embracing each other at this time.

I don’t know if it was God’s will. When the two of them separated, there was only more than half a minute left before the early morning of the New Year.
To be continued...