Chapter 585 (1/2)

”But will there be too many people?”

Although Su Wanyi was happy, she still had some concerns.

Ningluo's friends arranged for them to go over and play. As a result, they brought all their relatives and friends. It's not appropriate in any way.

”What's the matter with duocai? Duocai is lively. When one or two people pass by, it's freezing in the north. Except when playing with the snow, most of them still stay in the house. If there are few people, you won't suffocate. ”

”That's it. Everyone will be there at that time. Only in this way can we celebrate the new year.”

Before everyone retorted, Ning Luo made a direct decision.

On one side, Yan Ruyu felt that it was inappropriate for her family to follow the past, but she also knew Ning Luo's temper. If she brushed his mind at this time, it would be bad, so she became silent.

Thinking about the opportunity in the future, I shirked the kindness.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the night in Jiangcheng came down.

The river city, which is also pattering all day, reproduces the misty scene when the neon is bright.

Surrounded by rain and fog, it reflects the landscape of the river city. It is poetic and picturesque. It is also a beautiful ink painting.

”It's said that winter and summer in Jiangcheng are too difficult. In my opinion, summer has the benefits of summer and winter has the benefits of winter. Qianxue, looking at the beautiful ink painting, I'm afraid it's difficult to see it in other cities.”

In a new wanghong hot pot shop on Binjiang Road, Jiangnan District

Ning Luo's family, together with Yan Ruyu's family, sat on the elegant seat and looked at the misty night scene on the river outside the fence. Yan Ruyu couldn't help sighing.

Jiangcheng

This is a city that people don't want to go.

The local customs and geographical features of this city are unique in the whole dragon country.

Scattered architectural branches on the four banks of the two rivers decorate the city beautifully and charming.

Rao is Yan Ruyu, a Sichuan sister who has been in Jiangcheng for more than ten years. She has long been used to everything here. She occasionally comes back to visit the city from a specific angle and is still fascinated.

Listening to the praise from tourists with foreign accents nearby, as half of the host, she is also a little satisfied.

”Jiangcheng is as good as Jiangcheng, and other cities are naturally as good as other cities. Each has its own characteristics and has its own characteristics.”

Lin Qianxue ate a mouthful of duck intestines and had a hot voice. He quickly drank a mouthful of locally produced peanut milk, then spit out fragrant tongue, and then rinse it with a few pieces of tripe, which was caught in the Ningluo oil dish that was still serving the two children.

In fact, for Ning Luo, in the past few years in Jiangcheng, he has gradually become accustomed to the city's diet and living habits.

Even some ordinary words can also talk with people fluently in Jiangcheng dialect.

Only on the hot pot, the northerner, who was born and raised in Yanjing, showed his stubbornness different from ordinary people and chose mahjong seasoning.

”Ah, this hot pot is delicious, but it's a little spicy. I've had a few drinks, but I still feel hot in my mouth. Hello, Ning Luo, you've been in Jiangcheng for so many years. Haven't you done as the Romans do? Eat hot pot without garlic paste and mahjong. Is this instant boiled mutton? ”

Yan Ruyu is also spicy. Spitting out the fragrant tongue, he chewed Ning Luo's tripe with mahjong, so he asked with some curiosity.

”Hehe, why don't I do as the Romans do? You think I'm no different from Jiangcheng people now?”

Ning Luo said this sentence deliberately with a Jiangcheng accent.

The words are correct and round, even the details in the words are very in place.

If Ning Luo didn't say it directly, I'm afraid few people can judge that he is not from Jiangcheng.

”Then why are you still playing mahjong?”

”People always have to insist, don't they? I do as the Romans do and integrate into the Jiangcheng family, but I am still a northerner. You can understand that this rinse mahjong is my last stubbornness as a northerner. ”

Ning Luo smiled, waved to the waiter to bring the menu, and then ordered some dishes we like to eat.

Ning Luo's understatement here seems to just say something irrelevant.

However, Lin Qianxue understands that a rinsed mahjong is actually the persistence of Ning Luo's spirit.

I can change my accent, and even most of my eating habits can do as the Romans do.

Let me spend my life in Jiangcheng.

But I come from Yanjing and come from the north. I can't forget that there is my root. No matter how good other places are, the root is the root.

If you are away, you will eventually return.

Just as the fallen leaves always have to return to their roots.

A piece of hot pot Shabu mahjong reflects Ning Luo's state of mind.

Look down on the past, but don't forget the past, especially where you come from.

In fact, Lin Qianxue, like Ning Luo, also has some of his own persistence.

With perseverance, you also have motivation, no matter what the persistence is.

Even if you hate someone, it's the same.

With persistence, persistence, the heart will not be relaxed.

Just like a few years ago, when facing Ning Luo, Lin Qianxue always insisted on hating him.

Only by hating all the time can you not lose your heart and support yourself to live well.

In the eyes of some people, such people may be sad.

But for this kind of themselves, they feel lucky.

At least compared with those who have no persistence, they still have something in their hearts, not empty.

But she Lin Qianxue's hatred for Ningluo has now been perfectly transformed into her love for him.

But what year and month can Ningluo's persistence have a perfect answer?

Thinking of what Ningluo will face now and in the future, as his wife, Lin Qianxue thinks Ningluo is too difficult.

After eating hot pot for an hour, I almost ate it.

The children didn't eat much. Now they are playing next to them.

Mother-in-law Su Wanyi and Yan's mother were talking about some topics they liked at their age.

Lin Qianxue and Yan Ruyu talked about cosmetics and clothes.

After chatting for a while, even mother-in-law and Yan's mother were pulled in, chirping and talking about the excitement

As for Ning Luo, he was responsible for the final finishing work.

Grab the rest of the pot and eat.

At this time, little Lingling, who had been playing next to her for a while, bounced over, flashed her big eyes around the table for a long time, and finally opened her mouth.

”Dad, brother Han asked me to ask you if we could play downstairs. Brother Xiaohu said he would take us to see the light rail crossing the building.”

”Downstairs, downstairs is not impossible, but Lingling of our family wants to promise her father that she can't cross the road and play on the dam. Do you understand?”

”I see. Thank you, Dad. We promise not to run around.”

Xiaolingling was overjoyed and turned back to Yan Xiaohu and long Han, who urged the little guy to come forward to ask, waved their tender fists, as if they were asking for credit, or saying that they were done.

”I see. Go.”

Patted the little guy's little head, Ning Luo smiled.

Just this smile pulled the wound of last night, but it made its smile appear a little stiff.

”Han'er, little tiger, look at your sister and don't run around“

”I see, brother Ningluo.”

”I see, master.”

They promised and immediately took xiaolingling's hand down the stairs.

In situ, Ning Luo smiled for a while, but his smile froze again.

wait!

Lingling and han'er call brother tiger.