Chapter 545： "I don't see it in a day, like San Qiu."

It's over nine o'clock to go back from the outside.

Tang Shi was tired, so he didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala and went to sleep.

Shi Mubai made a phone call, and went to bed later than her.

The man came out of the bathroom, turned off the light, lay on the bed and held her in his arms.

Tang Shinian was half asleep and half awake, he snored, and moved into his arms.

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New Year's Day.

Tang Shinian was awakened by the sound of firecrackers outside. She opened her eyes and the whole person was still a little confused.

Looking sideways, the man was long gone.

Suddenly, I touched something in my palm, it was cold, like one by one.

She looked down and found a red envelope. It's thin and doesn't matter in your hand.

When she slept last night, she didn't notice a red envelope under the pillow.

Tang Shinian saw that the red envelope was not sealed. Out of curiosity, she opened it and found that there were stacks of hundred-dollar bills, brand new, about twenty.

Just took it out by hand, a piece of paper caught in a banknote dropped on the quilt.

Tang Shinian picked up the note.

There are lines on it, written with a pen.

—— "Because Xiao Xi, I don't see it in a day, like San Qiu."

Tang Shinian's understanding of the last two sentences is the meaning of miss.

As for the previous sentence, she didn't understand it very well, so she checked it with her mobile phone, which means-a girl picking artemisia.

After the translation of the classical Chinese text, it means, "The girl who picks Artemisia, is not seen in one day, as if it is as long as three autumns."

Tang Shinian recognized it, and it was written by Shi Mubai. The strokes were strong and vigorous.

She stared at the line and bent her lips.

At the moment, Tang Shinian determined that it was a red envelope given to him by men.

She squeezed red envelopes and banknotes, feeling as sunny as outside.

She counted the money in the red envelope, a total of twenty-two.

Quickly understood-

She is twenty-two years old.

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Tang Shinian washed well downstairs, and the downstairs was very lively.

Many juniors came to pay homage to Cheng Ye and Shi Li. They looked at Tang Shinian with a slightly convex belly and greeted them with a smile.

"Brother and sister, happy new year."

Tang Shinian said, "Happy New Year."

When Shi Mubai came back from the outside, he entered the living room and saw Tang Shinian, walking towards her with a steady step.

Holding her hand, with a smile in her eyes, Wen said, "Are you up?"

Tang Shinian said.

Seeing that the time is almost up, the people who worship the New Year say goodbye to leave.

Cheng Ye asked the servants to prepare breakfast and went out to deliver the guests.

So in the living room, there were only Tang Shinian and Shi Mubai.

"I picked up a red envelope in the morning." Tang Shinian raised the red envelope in his hand. "But there are only 2,200 yuan in this red envelope."

Shi Mubai rubbed her soft little hand and said, "Not enough for two thousand two hundred yuan?"

"It's later than you gave it, and it's true that Aunt and Aunt Xi are a little less."

Tang Shinian answered very seriously.

Shi Mubai said, "I'll make you a big one then."

Tang Shinian bent her mouth, she didn't really care less for the money in the red envelope.

After having breakfast, Tang Shinian called Li Beiqian.

It was quickly connected, and Li Beiqian's voice came from the other side of the phone. "Shi Nian, when you called me yesterday, I was a bit busy and found that your call was already early in the morning. Hit it. "

Tang Shinian smiled, "It's all right, Dad, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year to you too."

Li Beiqian talked to her for a while, and gave her cell phone to Mr. Li.

Mr. Li's body is not as big as before, and he can't move too fiercely, otherwise he will have to breathe for a long time before he can calm down.