Chapter 77 (1/2)
After February, it's getting closer to the new year. Jinguan city has begun to put on lights and decorations. Businesses and shops have put on festive signs. Various preferential activities attract the attention of passers-by. Red lanterns are hung on bridges and trees, and the number of pedestrians on the streets has increased significantly.
The taste of Chinese New Year is getting stronger and stronger.
Anyang and Xiaoqian go out shopping every night, to experience the taste of the modern society approaching the Spring Festival.
The bright night, the colorful lights that dazzle people's eyes, the lights on both sides of the Qin and Huai dynasties in the Ancient Song Dynasty are confused, singing and dancing all night, which can be called a bustling dream, the paper is intoxicated with gold. Compared with this modern city, apart from countless poems and quatrains, what else can it do.
But the light still dazzles Xiaoqian's eyes. She can't help but hold Anyang's hand tightly. There is little light in her eyes. Through the passers-by, she can feel the emptiness under the city's ostentatious appearance. She can see that many passers-by are just rootless duckweeds.
If Anyang doesn't want her, where should she go in such a big city?
”Do you want to eat this?”
A sudden greeting interrupted her thoughts.
”Ah Ice sugar gourd! ”
”Yes, do you?”
”Good.”
A moment later, comrade Xiaoqian, who was holding an ice sugar gourd, followed Anyang and looked around, but left all the thoughts behind.
In fact, she doesn't like to eat this, especially after becoming a ghost girl, she basically lost interest in eating, but she will still put Hawthorn wrapped in sugar into her mouth, feeling the sour and sweet taste.
Apart from taking Xiaoqian out for a walk every night, they spend most of their time in the end of the world, because the time of the end of the world is slower, and they can spend more time together.
But no matter how slow time goes, it's still going.
February 6th, December 28th.
Anyang is going home for the new year with a black bead.
He estimated that he would have to go back to his hometown, so little chance for Xiaoqian to meet him. But she has only been in the real world for half a year, and the only person he knows is him. How can he sacrifice Xiaoqian to spend the new year alone in Jinguan city?
Take Xiaoqian with you and he will feel better.
Ji Weiwei and Anyang live in the same community, study together at Yizhou University, and now work together with Jinguan. They go back together every time, this time is no exception.
Ji Weiwei in the car is much more silent than before, but it's not that she doesn't say a word, it's just that the questions she asked are a little strange.
”Your My girlfriend won't accompany you home for the Spring Festival? ”
”She went back to her home for the new year.”
”This Did you tell your uncle and aunt... ”
”No.”
”Then aren't you going to tell them?”
”What's the hurry? I'm still young. I'll talk about it later.”
”Oh...”
”Don't let your mouth slip!”
”Well Ah no! See how you please me! ”
”Come to my house for dinner tonight, and I'll bring you some meat!”
”Dead open!”
When it comes to meat Ji, vivi is still scared. I wish I could strangle Anyang. God knows how she ate such a big piece of fat that day!
Ji Weiwei's body is extremely thin, and there is only a small group wrapped in a thick down jacket. They are sitting next to each other. She has never been able to occupy a wide position. Anyang is used to the sitting posture of the Damascus knife, which just occupied her vacant position.
Winter is annoying. The delicate skin and hot figure of girls can't be displayed at all, especially for people with small breasts. Once the down jacket is covered, it will be completely smooth!
That's what Ji Weiwei is like.
When they got out of the car, a cold wind came out. Ji Weiwei, who had just come out of the warm car, suddenly shivered. She felt Anyang's obviously thinner clothes and took a breath of cool air, which was thinner than she thought.
”You are not cold!”
”You're not hot!”
Anyang replied and walked to the side box. He dragged out a white box with cartoon pattern and a gray box. Jiweiwei just wanted to reach for it. He had already pulled it up one by one.
”Look at your hand. It's as red as a chicken claw. It's better to keep it warm in your pocket.”
Ji Weiwei does not mind, not to argue with him, a grin will follow him forward, not to worry about him, from small to large this kind of thing to go, the two have long been used to it.
This is an old school district room, even without an elevator. Fortunately, the corridor design is not gloomy. Anyang walked upstairs with a box in his hand, and soon threw the box at the door of jiweiwei's house: ”I have to go. Your parents don't want to see me. Remember to come over after dinner, or my parents should say I again.”
Ji Weiwei With a flick of her small hand, most of her hands were shrunk in her sleeves, showing only half of her slender fingertips, but it still couldn't stop her domineering.”Come on, let's go!”
Anyang curled his mouth, picked up the box and went upstairs.
You are so fierce. Why don't you hit the wall? It's not painful in the winter that makes you grin!
Open the door with the key. The old two are making dumplings. Anyu is also making dumplings. It's a pity that the dumplings she made are totally one and the pleats are also shrunk together. Each of the three was busy. No one came to open the door for him.
”I'm back. Come to meet me!”
Anyang make complaints about entering the gate, and I do not know what he said in the low voice, and he heard Xie Yun Qing rebuke: how can you say so brother?
”Slippers are in the shoe cabinet. Don't drag the suitcase away at home. I just dragged the floor!”
Anyang curled his mouth, changed his slippers, carried the box to his house, and came out unsteadily. Glancing at Anyang's masterpiece, he almost didn't laugh: ”this bun is good, but it's smaller!”
An you took a look at him: ”you're no better!”
Anyang went to the kitchen and washed his hands. He pulled up his sleeve and said, ”let me show you one!”