Chapter 101： first new year apart

Chapter 101 First New Years Separated

The streets of Jincheng are full of traffic.

Every street lamp is hung with a red lantern, and the red light envelopes the whole city in the festive New Year festival.

Ning's house, 20:00 pm.

Everyone just had a hearty New Year's Eve dinner, and the workers were clearing the plates and chopsticks.

Ning Yi and Ming Jinxin moved their seats and went to the sofa area to rest.

Ning Shizhao and Gu Xihe took turns holding Ning Youyu and were reluctant to let go.

The little guy was dressed up by grandma and mother into a prosperous little bun today.

He is dressed in red, and his face is chubby, white and tender, and his eyes are as black as grapes. He looks like a New Year's picture doll, which is very pleasing.

Ning Youguang watched his grandparents tease the "Little Red Packet" and took a lot of cute photos of the "Little Red Packet" with his mobile phone.

Then, she went outside the door again, stood at the gate and photographed the big lantern hanging in front of the door, the couplet with auspicious meaning pasted by the door, and the handmade window grilles pasted on the window.

The couplet posted on the front door of Ning's villa this year was written by Ning Shizhao himself.

The content of    is: "Peace and happiness, many blessings, heaven and earth and family wealth.", horizontally criticized "Four seasons of peace.".

The handmade window grilles pasted on the windows were cut by Gu Xihe in the last lunar month. They are as delicate and beautiful as those printed by machines.

It can be seen that the second elders of the Ning family are looking forward to this year's New Year.

After standing at the door and taking photos, Ning Youguang sent these photos to Shi Mochizuki, who was far away in the United States, along with the photos of the "Little Red Packet" he had taken before.

[Sister: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] Happy New Year. ]

[Sister: [WeChat transfer 688] I wish Xiao Wangyue a safe and prosperous year. ]

…

At the same time, far away Boston, USA.

Goose feather-like snowflakes fluttered in the air, and like pear petals blown down, scattered.

It was during school time, and the Harvard campus covered with snow was full of young people braving the snow and wind to go to the classroom to take classes.

These young people come from all over the world, with different skin tones and hair colors.

Most of them go together in twos and threes.

There is only one young man, holding a black umbrella by himself, and concentrates on walking on the road.

He was wearing a thick gray down jacket, black gloves, an umbrella in one hand, and a few books in the other.

In the white snow, the delicate face of the teenager is like a sculpture of ice and snow, which is amazingly beautiful and amazingly cold.

As he was about to reach the downstairs of the classroom, the boy suddenly stopped.

I saw him quickly put the umbrella under his head, freed one hand, took off his gloves, took out his mobile phone and looked at WeChat.

There are not many new messages on WeChat, only two, but the ice and snow melted instantly between the delicate eyebrows of the young man.

[Child: Happy New Year. ]

[Child: [WeChat Transfer 1314] I wish you a safe and healthy life and a bright future. ]

When the teenager stood in front of the teaching building and sent WeChat, a young male voice full of joy suddenly came from his ear:

"Rio, let's have dinner in kitcho tonight and celebrate the New Year together, you come too."

is a pure authentic Chinese accent.

After the teenager focused on sending two WeChat messages, he turned his head to look at the young man walking behind him. The young man had black hair and black eyes, and his facial features were not particularly good-looking, but his temperament was quite good.

"No, I have an appointment tonight, you guys have fun, Happy New Year." The boy's voice was cold and distant.

The young man's face immediately showed a regretful expression: "Handsome guys are always more popular, well, then we will have a next appointment, but tonight Doris will be very sorry."

After   , he shrugged at the boy.

"Sorry." The young man said calmly.

After chatting with the young man for a while, the young man received WeChat again, and he quickly lowered his head to check it.

The young man saw that he was busy, so he said hello and went to the classroom first.

[Sister: Remember to go out for New Year’s Eve dinner with our compatriots tonight, don’t stay in the dormitory alone, the New Year will be lively, it’s not good if it’s too deserted. ]

[Child: Good. ]

[Sister: Tonight at 2:30 in the first half of spring, except for the small red envelopes, all of us have to keep the year old until 2:30, waiting for the spring, I will drink more tea later. ]

[Child: Then tomorrow will be spring in China. ]

[Sister: Yes, it is winter now, and tomorrow is spring. ]

[Child: I remember the first time I met my sister, it was also spring. ]

It may be that Ning Youguang is busy in the next time, and Shi Mochiyue has not waited for her WeChat after a long period of time.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the classrooms on the Harvard campus were brightly lit.

In classrooms.

Sitting in the middle seat Mochizuki was distracted again during class.

The content of today's class was a little boring, but the students around saw the very beautiful Asian, listening to the class quietly and attentively as usual.

As a matter of fact, only he knew that what appeared in front of his eyes was not the figure of the professor in class, nor the subtitles on the big screen in front of the podium.

Rather, it belongs to a certain girl's pure and gentle face.

"Sister, I miss you again. It's not the kind of thinking that I just talk about. It's the first thought when I wake up in the morning and the last good night before I go to bed every day. Yes, no matter when and where, when I think of you, , everything in front of you is you, the clouds are you, the mountains are you, the bustling crowd is also you."

2018, New Year's Eve, Weibo.

"A person who likes ordinary people: I miss you, I wish you a safe year and a lucky star."

…

Jincheng, Ning family.

Ming Jinxin coaxed the "Little Red Packet" to sleep, and finally replaced the unsightly girl with bad card skills on the poker table.

Ning Youguang has time to continue playing WeChat.

Playing mahjong is an indispensable program for the Ning family in their 30s and 30 years old. In front of Ming Jinxin, who wants to take care of the children, the whole family is short of three mahjong players. Ning Youguang was temporarily pulled by his father to make up the number.

Played mahjong for an hour.

Ning Youguang lost a lot of money not to mention, and was complained about his bad card skills countless times by his grandmother and father.

When she opened WeChat and saw the WeChat message from the child, her depressed mood improved.

[Sister: Hahahahaha jpg, so this is the twelfth spring we met. ]

[Child: Yes, there is a happy spring. ]

[Sister: Happy jpg, Xiao Mochizuki is also happy in spring. ]

This is the first year that Ning Youguang and Shimochiyue were separated.

Although she has nothing unaccustomed to, she occasionally eats alone on campus, when she goes to the library alone, or when she goes to the supermarket alone, she will think of him, and the scenes she used to get along with him when they were inseparable.

She is not without friends.

There are a lot of girls around, the girls are chatting, cheerful and cute, but no one needs her to take her to heart at all times, worrying about his bad life, worrying that he is not happy.

Ning Youguang thought: "Little Mochizuki, I wish you can take good care of yourself, find yourself, and shine in the faraway America." 1314

(end of this chapter)