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Brian must have heard my laugh, a soft smile in his voice.

OK.

Sleep, sleep, sleep. All of them looked like an old lady. It was the new year, so it didn't matter if they slept later.

How can you be a year older if you don't keep watch? I want to grow up fast. There's so much to look forward to.

Holding the phone, I said,

”Did you join a foreign student's New Year's event again? ”Tell me about it.”

It's so good to study abroad.

Abroad, abroad. When I return, I'll be a sea turtle, much more valuable than a country bumpkin …

Brian continued to play the role of an old woman, or a good man to the end, and said:

”Rest well. Let me organize the photos first. I'll send it to you tomorrow morning or tomorrow night, okay? You can't get along with me and others will love you? The makeup I know is not only smart and beautiful, but also strong and brave, go to sleep. ”

Uh.

It was such a high pitch, but in the end, I was still allowed to sleep.

Alas, it seems that if I don't go to sleep now, it will be a bit of a shame.

There may even be snowstorms in the west, droughts in the northeast, and floods in the south of the Yangtze River …

It was a heinous crime!

I, turn off the computer, turn off the lights, make up my mind, go to bed.

Brian let out a long breath and said:

”Be good, good night.”

Oh, okay.

I'm obedient, I've always been obedient.

If anyone would give me a word, I would listen.

Finally, I said, ”I'm going to sleep.”

The bedroom was warm and comfortable.

There was the sound of salute outside. The old year was gone, and the new year was just outside the window.

Sleep, get up, and it will come.

Alone at home, the habit of drinking milk before bed continues.

Warm milk has the softness of a mother, the comfort of a mother...

A new year, a new day, is always worth looking forward to.

Every year is in spring, every day is in the morning …

The haze of the winter had finally dissipated.

The sun, the dawn of the new year, was spreading out from the horizon, illuminating every dark corner, including my heart.

I am not a dark man, but there is always a dark corner in my heart.

Although it definitely wasn't the first ray of light on the horizon when the sun shines on me, is there a need to be picky about it? No need.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the bedroom was exceptionally bright.

I doubt if ”last year” offended the ”sun,” but it was so clean.

Or perhaps, this year, there was something especially worth looking forward to, for it to appear so brilliantly.

This momentum was too bright!

Separated by five curtains, the dreamland also emitted a soft light.

The beautiful dream continued. The clean sunlight continued. The faint sounds of gunfire continued. The new year had really arrived.

It's time for me to get up.

He cleaned himself up quickly and began to pull open the curtains, the bedroom, the balcony... ”Hua!”

Ye Zichen squinted his eyes happily.

The sun was so bright that it even seemed to be reprimanding me.

Ah, sweat!

It's not that I was careless and stayed up late. I slept until 10 o'clock, and the sun was shining down on my face. I didn't show any face at all.

I hurried back into the house, carrying the kettle and watering the place.

Then he changed the water for Tulip in the bedroom.

The flowers in the restaurant were also new. It was good to have a look.

Me, leave these and I'm hungry.

Lunch early and eat together.

There are a lot of things in the fridge. Heh, there are really people who are afraid that I'm hungry and that it's full of all kinds of things.

On the first day of the new year, we all ate dumplings, I, hot dumplings.

I want all the meat and vegetables, then I'll fry the dishes, heat up my elbow and warm up a bowl of porridge …

Ahh, I'm going to treat myself like a pig.

After half an hour, he had already made half a table.

How fragrant!

Everything was new, new life, how wonderful!

I'll find a tray and carry it to the balcony table.

Eating while sunning yourself, isn't that happy?

He ate and drank until he was full, then washed the dishes and wok, tidying them up.

I continued to play with my own.

The radiance of spring was too dazzling.

I came out with the book and pulled up a curtain.

After a while, the camellias bloomed even better.

The camellias bloomed even better.

A few pink-colored heavy petal, beautiful and alluring, with a face full of the radiance of spring.

I returned to my room and changed into a green long skirt. The green dress made the outline of my body appear even more slender and smooth.

Standing in the doorway, I imagined the pot of camellias staring at me.

Lowering my head, hesitating for a moment, I continued to go out and play with myself.

He, like the camellia, would be moved after the season was over and would be taken care of by others.

If we want more next year, the flower giver will choose another pot and send it over.

Is he my flower, or am I his flower?

Heh, is that important? No matter who is the flower and who is the tree, our fate is only this great.

We, as for a quarter.

On the first day of the new year, I didn't even dare to call him.

I don't know where he is. What did he say? I don't know what to say.

Give him a new year? It was too hypocritical and polite.

Give him a greeting? Forget it.

Why didn't they come for the new year? Aren't I talking nonsense? He has already told me what he can say, but he can't say that I'm still questioning him. I'm not that stupid.

I don't have the right.

Ah, I wonder if there is a rule in the law that the guardian must bring the guardian along for the New Year? Heh …