Chapter 78

February 7th, December 29th, new year's Eve!

The atmosphere of the new year in the countryside is better when Anjia four people return home by car. Apart from the endless greetings from the seven aunts, they can feel the light warmth on the street.

On New Year's Eve, I have Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Anyang and xieyunqing made a statement, then they went out alone, got a motorcycle out of nobody's place and stepped on it.

"Xiao Qian, come out."

A figure in a white dress appeared out of the sky, looking at him with unblinking eyes. He seemed to smile, showing a row of teeth.

Anyang claps the back seat: "come on!"

Small Qian obediently inclined to sit up.

The motorcycles made a roar and drove to the town along the bumpy rural road. At last, they stopped outside the town. After looking around nobody, they put up their motorcycles. They went up the mountain along a black and lackluster path.

It was not until she stepped on the top of the mountain that Anyang held her hand: "it's in the beads all day long, isn't it hard to hold it?"

Small Qian shallow smile, whispered: "not uncomfortable, you are warm, by the way, you bring me here to do."

Anyang stops talking, leads Xiaoqian to step forward and sees the lights of this small town are dim.

"Have you seen the fireworks?"

Xiaoqian shakes her head: "I was born in a troubled time, where are the fireworks?"

Anyang smiled and caressed her hair fondly: "then you have to open your eyes today."

Xiaoqian nodded and smiled.

It seems that in his words, there is a thud below. The first fireworks burst into the sky and burst into colorful fireworks. After the light goes out, there is a deafening sound.

"Bang!"

Xiaoqian held her breath and reflected the fleeting fireworks in her bright eyes, which were so dazzling in the night sky.

Then, the second engine lifted off, followed again by the brilliance of the last fireworks.

Like a signal, every family in the small town ignited the prepared fireworks. With the muffled sound, the sky suddenly became a stage of thousands of flowers and brocade clusters. The night was also illuminated, reflecting Xiaoqian's beautiful face and stars.

Anyang hugs her shoulder, she also follows the trend to encircle Anyang's waist, the two people snuggle up in the cold wind, the background is the continuous interlaced night sky and fireworks.

"Pretty?"

"Good looking!"

In fact, the fireworks in the town are not as good as those in Yancheng, but Xiaoqian is very satisfied. This is her only time to see fireworks.

There was a faint smell of gunsmoke in the air.

As a result of the national fireworks ban, it's hard to see the fireworks in the city. On the contrary, the countryside and the town don't care how to celebrate and how to be happy. On the one hand, fireworks are more lively than Yancheng.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, fireworks gradually sparse, Xiaoqian is still in aftertaste, until Anyang pulled her down.

"Let's go and buy some cases to put them in!"

Xiaoqian opened her eyes, but she was still restrained and followed him excitedly: "OK Good! "

……

It's eleven o'clock when Anyang comes home. Fortunately, it's new year's Eve. Everyone watches the Spring Festival Gala. It's just that the door is closed early in the countryside. I'm so tired that Anyang comes to open the door for him impatiently.

Well, in fact, it's not too early to close the door in the countryside, compared with the city's not open all day

Xie Yunqing said, "how can you come back? We let go of all the fireworks."

Anyang put a bag of raisins and pistachios on the table: "if you let it go, you can let it go. I don't care about it."

An you sneers: "pretend..."

Anyang doesn't care. He touches his cell phone. When he was mad with Xiaoqian, his cell phone kept ringing. He didn't answer it. Now when he comes home, he just wants to see who called him. If necessary, he has to call back one by one.

Old Qin?

Old man he?

Now it's eleven o'clock. The old man is supposed to be asleep. He still sends a message and calls back tomorrow.

Ji Weiwei, this has to be fought!

"Hello, Vivian?"

"Ah Ben has been waiting for your call for a long time! "

"This There was something wrong with going out just now. I didn't get a call. "

"I know. I just called my aunt. She said to me, where have you been? Don't say you're going! "

"Well I went to see some fireworks. "

"Oh, the mood is full Go to the devil! "

"Can you call happily? You shouldn't wish me a happy New Year's Eve. May I wish you a happy new year in advance?"

"OK, wechat, I'll wait for your red envelope!"

“……”

……

After hanging, Anyang continued to turn.

Xiao Xueer, I have to fight this one!

The phone will connect soon.

"Hello, snow...""Happy New Year's Eve, brother Anyang!"

"Well, you are happy..."

"What is brother Anyang doing?"

"I'm not calling you."

“…… Before I say it! "

"Oh Call someone else. "

“…… What about the phone? "

"Before I called, there were a lot of fireworks."

"Ah! Good happiness, I also want to set off fireworks, but now Yancheng is not allowed to set off fireworks. "

"Come to our country with Anyu when you have time. Let's have enough."

"Good..."

Talking with this girl is usually a bit of saliva. Anyang feels bored, but she thinks it's interesting, but she still enjoys listening to her clear and sweet voice. Especially when this beautiful girl is named Anyang brother, her vanity is bursting!

The next one, song Hanshan, should return to love and reason!

"Hello, Anyang?"

"It's me."

"Ha, I thought you didn't answer my phone on purpose."

"Why, I'm a little busy."

"Well, I don't mind. Happy new year to you."

Anyang looked up at the time, only to find that it was past twelve o'clock, and suddenly there was a sound of firecrackers outside.

"So do you. Happy new year. I wish you a prosperous new year."

"Ha ha, you said that in my heart."

……

Hang up the phone, Anyang just want to clean up and go to bed, did not expect another phone call, he immediately slightly a Leng.

"Old Qin, haven't you slept so late?"

"No, I can't sleep because of a bunch of kids. I called when I received your message, but the line was busy all the time."

"Just called. Happy old and new year."

"After so many years, every year is one year old. What's good for happiness?"

"Look at that."

"Ha ha, it's cold and late. I can't stand the tossing, or you are good. I'm not afraid when I'm old. It's not easy to know you. What's the matter? Let's go out for dinner after the new year?"

"How can I refuse when you are old enough!"

"Well, I will contact you then. You are the master!"

……

Put down the phone, Anyang frowned and pondered. Mr. Qin's attitude towards him was very close. Although he didn't know his identity, there must be some people blessing him on New Year's Eve like him. There must be few people who can make him call.

What does he want?

Or simply want to grasp a master Qigong, in case of later in case! But the problem is, I am not a master of Qigong at all

One night later, new year's day.

Anyang sealed a red envelope for his nephew's kid, ate a coin wrapped Tangyuan in the morning, and began to go out for a walk with anguoshu, Xie Yunqing and a large number of children of Anjia. When he met someone close to him, he had to say hello.

What's the most tiring thing on New Year's day

He is nearly twenty-four years old. In the countryside, there should be children of this age, but he doesn't even have a girlfriend. So, there is an endless stream of enthusiastic Obasanjo asking him about his situation. In fact, he wants to take the red envelope of the introducer

afternoon, the second aunt's home in Anyang came back. Anyang and ANN were boring and make complaints about baking sweet potatoes in the kitchen. Of course, he was burning, Ann looked at him and burned the sweet potatoes.

It wasn't long before Zhou Yilian also came to the party and picked the biggest one and threw it into the stove.

Anyang saw a face ache: "is this too big?"

Zhou Yilian smiled and waved: "no, I didn't eat this noon. I can finish."

Anyang picked out the sweet potato again: "no, it's too big. It's burnt outside and it's not good inside. Go and change it for a smaller one, which looks better."

"Oh."

Zhou Yilian went to pick up the sweet potatoes, and an you glanced at the sweet potatoes on the ground: "what about this one, throw it away?"

Anyang said, "feed pigs."

An you curled his mouth, but he didn't say much.

Sweet potato is a treasure in the city. It's baked for several bucks. It's really grass in the countryside. No matter the money, many people just feed it to pigs.

In the evening, Anyang sleeps in a room by herself. Xiaoqian naturally comes to serve him, but she can only sleep with him, for fear that she won't dare to make any noise.

Anyang is not willing to be here, and her hands are not honest. She keeps touching Xiaoqian, causing her to protest, but dare not resist.

"Don't make any noise How do you explain when it's discovered later? "

"Don't Don't touch Well

For a long time, the lips are divided and a crystal silk thread is pulled out.

Xiaoqian's breathing is also a little short, only one hand is kneading in her clothes."Don't Don't be here. "

Anyang understood her meaning, but now the end of the world is in the daytime, and he couldn't help it. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he whispered to Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian's face suddenly turned red, hesitated for a long time, or gently bent down, tried, and began to huff and puff.

Anyang's eyes narrowed in comfort.

For a long time, Xiaoqian looked around for the garbage can with something in it. Finally, she vomited everything out of her mouth, grabbed a bottle of water and rinsed, which made her feel better.

In the face of her bitter eyes, Anyang only waved, and she climbed to bed and lay in his arms quietly and quietly.

With a crack, the light turned off.

On the third day, Anyang returned to Jinguan city for work.

Big new year's but want small Qian to shrink in the bead all day long, he is really uncomfortable, he wants to spend a good year with her.

He bought dumpling skin, leek, meat and so on. Xiaoqian made the stuffing very virtuously. They sat on the rice table and began to make dumplings. In the evening, Xiaoqian cooked several small dishes.

Although she is not used to modern condiments, the taste is still very good. After all, women in ancient times can't embroider and cook. It's so

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