After February, the New Year is getting closer and closer. Jinguan City has begun to decorate lights and decorate, and merchants have set up festive signs. Various discount activities have attracted the attention of passers-by. There are big red lanterns hanging on the bridge and trees, and the number of pedestrians on the street has increased significantly.

The taste of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

Anyang goes out shopping with Xiaoqian every night to experience the taste of the Spring Festival in modern society.

On a bright night like day, the colorful lanterns shining with flowers and eyes. In ancient times, the two sides of the Qinhuai River in the Song Dynasty were confused and singing and dancing all night long, and they could be called a prosperous and dreamy sound, and they were drunk and intoxicated. Compared with this modern city that never sleeps, what else can it do except for countless poems and quatrains that have sung through the ages?

But the light still shattered Xiaoqian's eyes. She couldn't help but hold Anyang's hand tightly, and there were stars in her eyes. Through the pedestrians coming and going, she felt the emptiness under the glittering appearance of the city. She could see that the many pedestrians who came and went were just rootless duckweed.

If Anyang doesn’t want her, where should she go in such a big city?

"Do you eat this?"

A sudden greeting interrupted her random thoughts.

"Ah... candied haws!"

"Yes, eat?"

"OK."

A moment later, Comrade Xiaoqian, holding a candied haw, followed behind Anyang obediently, while watching around, but leaving everything he thought was just behind.

In fact, she doesn't like to eat this, especially after becoming a female ghost, she basically loses interest in eating. However, she will still put the icing-coated hawthorn into her mouth in small mouths and experience the sour and sweet taste.

In addition to taking Xiaoqian out for a walk every night, they stay in the doomsday world most of the time in the doomsday world, because the time in the doomsday world passes more slowly and they can spend longer together.

But no matter how slow time goes, it is still moving.

February 6th, the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Anyang is going home for the New Year, carrying a black bead.

He thought he had to go back to his hometown, so Xiaoqian had fewer opportunities to meet him, but she had only been in the real world for half a year, and the only person she knew was him. How could he bear to leave Xiaoqian alone in Jinguan City for the New Year?

He would feel at ease with Xiaoqian.

Ji Weiwei and Anyang live in the same community, study at Yizhou University together, and now work at Jinguan. The two of them go back together every time, and this time is no exception.

Ji Weiwei in the car was much silent than before, but she didn't say a word, she just asked a little strange question.

"Your...girlfriend won't accompany you home for the New Year?"

"She went back to her home for the New Year."

"This... have you told your uncle and aunt..."

"No."

"Then aren't you going to tell them?"

"What's the hurry? I'm still young, it's not too late to talk about it in the future."

"oh……"

"Don't let your mouth go!"

"Well...ah no! It depends on how you please me!"

"Come to my house for dinner tonight, I'll pick up meat for you!"

"Die!"

Ji Weiwei was still scared when she mentioned the meat and wanted to strangle Anyang to death. God knows how she ate such a large piece of fat that day!

Ji Weiwei has a very slender figure, and she only has a small ball of thick down jackets. The two of them are sitting next to each other. She has never occupied much wider position. Anyang is used to sitting in a big golden sword, and just takes over the empty position.

Winter is annoying, and girls’ delicate skin and hot figure cannot be shown at all, especially for people with small breasts, the down jacket will be completely flat as soon as they are covered!

That's what Ji Weiwei is like.

The two got out of the car, and a gust of cold wind came out. Ji Weiwei, who had just come out of the warm car, shivered immediately. She couldn't help but touch Anyang's obviously thinner clothes, and took a breath of cold air, which was thinner than she thought.

"You're not cold!"

"You're not hot!"

Anyang replied, walked towards the side box, dragged out a white box with cartoon patterns, and then a box with a gray and rustic one. Ji Weiwei was about to reach out to pick it up, but he had already pulled it away with one hand.

"Look at your hands, they are cold red like chicken claws. Just put them in your pocket and warm them up."

Ji Weiwei didn't mind, and she didn't argue with him. She grinned and followed him forward, and she wouldn't feel sorry for him. Since childhood, there have been too many such things, and the two of them have long been accustomed to it.

This is an old school district house, and there is not even an elevator. Fortunately, the corridor is not designed in gloomy. Anyang walked upstairs with a box in one hand and quickly threw the box at Ji Weiwei's door: "I have to leave. Your parents don't like me. Remember to come over after dinner, otherwise my old couple should say me again."

Ji Weiwei waved her small hand, and most of her palms were huddled in her sleeves, revealing only half of her slender fingertips, but this still couldn't stop her domineering aura.

"Okay, let's go!"

Anyang curled his lips, picked up the box and continued to go upstairs.

You are so fierce that you don’t hit the wall? It would be strange if you grinned in the middle of winter!

When the door was opened with the key, the old couple was making dumplings. An You was also happily trying to make a move. Unfortunately, the dumplings she made were completely in a ball and the folds were also shrunk together. The three of them were all busy, and no one came to open the door for him.

"I'm back, come and greet me!"

Anyang walked into the door with a box. An You from there whispered something, but then he heard Xie Yunqing scolding: How could you say that to your brother!

"Slippers are in the shoe cabinet. I like to wear any pairs of them. Don't drag the boxes at home. I just mopped the floor!"

An Yang curled his lips, changed into slippers, carried the box and put it in his room, staggering out, glanced at An You's masterpiece and almost laughed: "This bun is good, it's a little smaller!"

An You glanced at him: "You can't go much better!"

Anyang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, rolled up his sleeves, "Let me show you one!"

As a result, the number of buns is increasing.

While wrapping Xie Yunqing, he asked, "Will Vivi come back with you?"

"yes."

"You are still working in that group?"

Anyang added: "Mingyang Group."

Xie Yunqing quickly wrapped the dumplings: "Yes, it's the Mingyang Group."

Anyang also made a bun...Dumplings: "No more."

Xie Yunqing was stunned by the movements in her hand. She was about to ask Qing Anyang what she was doing in Mingyang Group so that she could go out to brag with the women who danced square dance together. Unexpectedly, Anyang gave her this sentence, it was only three months since then!

"What's going on? I've been opened?"

“…I’ve changed jobs.”

"How could he change jobs? Isn't that an international group?"

Anyang's face did not blush and his heart did not beat, and he didn't even stop making dumplings in his hands: "I am now in a newly opened game company, and the company's treatment is much higher than that of Mingyang Group."

“How many are there?”

"More than ten thousand."

"Oh... there are quite a lot, but you must be at ease. Don't always change jobs. The truth is to do it well."

Anyang nodded and made dumplings while making them, completely treating her words as the wind in his ears. Xie Yunqing loves to educate people. For so many years, let alone him, even An You has developed a supreme magical power of going into the left ear and out of the right ear.

Teacher's family...

Not long after, the dumplings became cooked and the fragrance came out.

Xie Yunqing first brought a plate of steaming steamed dumplings and handed them to him. Anyang was already very hungry and was not afraid of being hot. He reached out and wanted to get one for food, but was interrupted by a sentence.

"Go and bring a plate to the Weiwei family!"

An Yang hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned to look at An You who was leisurely and leisurely: "Her parents don't like me, so they ask An You to send it over."

An You held the chopsticks and leaned on the table: "Don't go!"

Xie Yunqing urged: "Go quickly, otherwise it will be cold!"

Anyang looked helpless, and suddenly, with a thick face, grabbed a dumpling and put it into his mouth. He easily avoided Xie Yunqing's slap, opened the door and walked out.

"You boy!"

"Bang."

The dumplings I made at home are not like those bought outside. They are made of solid vegetables and meat, and they leave a fragrance on their lips and teeth when they are hot. They can even swallow their tongues when they are hot.

"Dongdongdongdong...Dongdongdongdong..."

After only three knocks on the door, Ji Weiwei opened the door and understood at a glance what he was here for.

Most of the school district housing is occupied by teachers, not only neighbors, but also colleagues. It is normal for a dumpling to make a dumpling during the Chinese New Year and to bring some specialties to your neighbors with good relationships to try. The more underdeveloped cities, the more this phenomenon is, there is nothing wrong with it.

Anyang handed her the plate: "Take it and try it, the dumplings I made myself."

Ji Weiwei twitched her lips, picked up a dumpling like a bun and looked at it with disgust: "Only this one is what you bought, right?"

Anyang reacted so quickly and said without hesitation: "This is from An You."

Ji Weiwei looked disbelief and threw the dumpling into her mouth and chewed it whole. The others were pretty good. It seemed that Xie Yunqing had specially selected them.
To be continued...