Chapter 69

Sixty-nine:

However, no matter how troublesome it is, the year will pass.

On the New Year's Day, Ji Qingzhou prepared the New Year's Eve dinner early, put it in a lunch box, and took it to the hospital. He didn't make too many dishes. After all, he and Wang Fang couldn't eat that much.

Wang Fang saw that he had put the dishes in the microwave oven. He was orderly heated and brought to the coffee table. He set the tableware and set the fruits and snacks. He felt that her son had really grown up and would take care of people.

Ji Qingzhou turned on the TV, helped Wang Fang get out of bed, and said to her, "It just happened that the Spring Festival Gala began, and we can watch a Spring Festival Gala together."

Wang Fang responded with a smile, and sat on the sofa with him.

Her health is not good, so Ji Qingzhou did not prepare a drink, but boiled a pot of soup, Wang Fang took a sip, and said with emotion, "Xiaozhou, your cooking skills are much better than before."

"Practice makes perfect." Ji Qingzhou passed.

Wang Fang thought that he had struggled alone in the past six months. He felt bad for him. He held his hand and said, "It's been hard for you in the past six months."

Ji Qingzhou thought it was okay. Although he inexplicably crossed the world, he met Chu Cheng at the beginning, so his life was smooth.

He smiled and said Wang Fang: "How can there be a mother and son who say this, my current job is not tired, and I earn a lot, so you don't need to worry."

Wang Fang nodded with a smile, and Ji Qingzhou clipped her some vegetables and persuaded, "You eat more."

"it is good."

After eating, Ji Qingzhou went to wash the lunch box, and Wang Fang sat on the sofa watching the TV star singing, and was a little curious, "Xiaozhou, will you go to the Spring Festival Gala in the future?"

Ji Qingzhou did not expect that she would ask this, and thought about it and answered, "Not necessarily. Spring Festival Gala will indeed invite the more popular stars of the year, but not every red one, so even if I am red, it may not be possible. Go up. "

"It doesn't matter," Wang Fang said, "so you can just accompany me to spend the Chinese New Year, these stars will have to wait for home tomorrow."

"Some will rush home after the show. If you live close, you may be able to rush back before 12 o'clock."

Wang Fang said, "Well," while talking to him, watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Chu Cheng is also watching the Spring Festival Gala. This is the tradition of the Chu family. Even if they have other things to do, they must turn on the TV to make Spring Festival Evening the background sound.

Mother Chu put the chopping board on the coffee table, and took the dumpling stuffing and dough over, directing to the three men not far away, "Xiao Cheng, you roll the skin with me, Xiao Xin, you and your father. Dumplings. "

"Okay, give me five minutes, and I'm done with the things on my hands." Chu said.

Chu Cheng reluctantly put down the phone, sat next to Chu's mother, and started rolling with her.

After a while, the vigorous dumpling movement started under the leadership of Chu mother. Chu mother rolled her skin while listening to the Spring Festival Evening, while still urging her two sons, "After tonight, you two are one year old. It is time to fall in love, this is the New Year. Valentine's Day, the two of you are on holiday, but you are not envious? "

"What is enviable," Chu said. "A couple has the happiness of a couple, and being single has the benefits of being single. I think being single is good."

"What about you?" Chu mother looked at her younger son. "Do you think single is also good?"

I'm not single, Chu Cheng said sincerely, can I be a small-hearted person? However, he was embarrassed to tell his mother that he had raised a little lover out of the house, so he only said, "I think it's fine."

"Xiaocheng," Chu mother looked at him, worried, "You can't learn from your brother, your brother likes girls, you like boys, you have to be your own heart. This heterosexuality is always the majority, you My elder brother is alone now, and he will always meet the right one in the future. If you stay alone, can you meet the right one? "

Chu Cheng felt that his mother was worrying blindly. "As far as our family is concerned, on my own terms, if I am willing, can the young boy be discharged from our door to the city wall?"

Father Chu snorted, "I still take what you can, and I do n’t know who it is. I put good girls who do n’t like it, but I do n’t like boys. I see An Ming, Qin Xue and you from childhood to age. It ’s all good, you have changed! ”

"Follow my mother," Chu Chenghu said entangledly. "My mother likes men, so I also like men. If my mother doesn't like men, what's the matter with you dad?"

"Your mother is a woman, are you also a woman?" Chu father angered.

"You can raise me as a daughter from today. I don't mind anyway."

Father Chu was so angry that he threw the orange next to his hand on the spot. "It's better to have a daughter than to have a daughter. How sweet is your daughter, huh."

Chu Cheng put the oranges in his arms on the table, smiled, and did not continue to be angry with his father.

He lowered his head and rolled the dumpling skin in his hand, listening to the sound from the TV, and suddenly thought, what is Ji Qingzhou doing now? Watch the Spring Festival Gala? Does he make dumplings? Tomorrow New Year's Day, it is estimated that Ji Qingzhou will not leave relatives.

When Chu Cheng thought of it, he felt irrational. "Is my relative coming tomorrow?" He asked.

"Come on, your aunt, they come here, the day after tomorrow is your aunt them, you fooled them out to play, it will take a few days to come home."

Chu Cheng nodded, thinking that this should be the normal New Year. It was like Ji Qingzhou. He had been in the hospital on the day of the New Year. He did not leave relatives on the first day of the New Year.

He rolled his skin and heard WeChat suddenly rang, took a look at his mobile phone, and found out that Ji Qingzhou sent it: Happy New Year (* ^ ▽ ^ *), I wish you all the best in the new year. Good luck, good health and good luck.

Chu Cheng looked at that smiley expression and said to himself that you could still laugh.

He replied: Same with you, I wish you all good luck and wealth.

Ji Qingzhou was very satisfied with this blessing and asked him: what are you doing?

"I make dumplings with my mother," Chu Cheng replied.

Ji Qingzhou was a little surprised: you still make dumplings, I thought you wouldn't cook.

Chu Cheng: No, I just roll the dumpling skin.

Ji Qingzhou thought he was quite upright, but Chu Cheng, a wealthy young master, would be good at rolling dumplings.

Chu Cheng: Have you made dumplings?

"No." Ji Qingzhou replied, "I'm busy cooking in the afternoon. I haven't had time to make dumplings. Don't worry, I'll make it tomorrow."

Chu Cheng estimated that he said tomorrow's bag should be home to make dumplings alone, and asked, "Are you still in the hospital?"

Ji Qingzhou: Well, look at the Spring Festival Gala.

Chu Cheng: Don't go back today?

Ji Qingzhou: No, the Chinese New Year will not be separated from my mother. Just when Qin also went home to celebrate the Chinese New Year, I will rest in the accompanying room.

Chu Cheng heard that, for a moment, I didn't know what to say, so I just said casually: Then you can help me and my aunt to say hello, and wish her a happy New Year and a healthy recovery.

"Okay." Ji Qingzhou agreed quickly, "She fell asleep, and I'll tell her when she wakes up tomorrow morning."

Chu Cheng is a little surprised: your mother is asleep? So early?

Ji Qingzhou: Well, she's not well. It's over 9 o'clock, and it's time to sleep.

Chu Cheng: So you are watching Spring Festival Gala alone?

Ji Qingzhou didn't take it for granted: Yeah, I think some shows this year's Spring Festival Gala are quite interesting, hahaha.

Chu Cheng looked at him and said "hahaha", he felt that he must be having fun in the midst of hardships, and smiled. What's the point of this Spring Festival Gala this year? Isn't he not watching, or is it as spicy as last year?

Alas, one's Spring Festival Gala has to be pretending to be fun, miserable, really miserable.

Seeing that he stopped his movements, Chu mother urged, "Why did you pick up the phone again? Work hard."

Chu Cheng reluctantly responded and said to Ji Qingzhou that he was going to roll the dumpling skins. Ji Qingzhou said very generously: Then you go quickly, roll well, come on!

Chu Cheng felt that his remarks were too offensive. Ji Qingzhou was looking for a chat with himself at night, was it to persuade him to roll the dumpling skin well? Certainly not! It must be that he was too lonely, so he couldn't help looking for a chat with himself, but never thought that he would ruthlessly stop chatting with him for this reason.

As long as Chu Cheng thinks that his family ’s family is making dumplings happily, Ji Qingzhou is alone in the hospital to watch the Spring Festival Gala, empty and lonely and want to talk to himself, and he refuses him with dumplings, instantly Thinking of the Chinese language teacher taught at school to "set the grief with the joy scene, make the grief even more sad", it was possible on the spot to make up the picture of Ji Qingzhou holding a mobile phone alone, frowning and even smiling.

It's too bad, it's really too bad! Is this misery real? His little lover is too pitiful.

Chu Cheng couldn't sit still. He tempted and said to Chu mother, "Mom, I'll go out."

"What do you go out for during the New Year?"

"Shao Yong is out of love. I'll comfort him."

"When did he fall in love?" Chu's mother wondered. "Why haven't you heard of it before?"

"Ah, even the first two days weren't considered to be in love, but to talk to that girl. This is not New Year's Day today. Shao Yong didn't prepare a New Year's gift for them. Now, Shao Yong just sent me a WeChat and wept there. A big man, all typing is humming, it's not good if I don't pass by. "

Chu mother thought that the breakup of the young people is too hasty, but young people, everything can be done, so nodded, "You go, persuade him, it ’s not all drinking, not talking Count, maybe just tomorrow. "

"Yes, that's what I planned."

"Okay, you go."

Chu Cheng stood up, but suddenly thought of something to sit down to please his mother, "Mom, you see him crying so sad, just patronizing and drinking, not eating, or I will bring some dumplings to him, this thing Convenient, just cooked. "

Chu mother had no doubt about him, and said generously, "Okay, you bring more, let him eat more, don't stay at home for the New Year, this is all right, this is the lesson."

Chu Cheng obediently echoed, "Yes, this is all a lesson."

After Chu Cheng said, he took the lunch box into the kitchen and turned around. He almost didn't hit Chu Xin's arms directly.

Chu Xin looked at him with both hands in his pockets, "Shao Yong lost love?"

"Yeah." Chu Cheng said without changing his face.

Chu Xin took out his mobile phone and waved at him, "I will give you another chance to confess."

The author has something to say: Shao Yong (sizzling exhausted): Fake! No love affair! Alright! The spicy chicken is small! Light color and light friend! New Year's Eve do not expect me to order! Brother, hit him!

Chu Cheng: Zhou Zhou is too miserable, really miserable, distressed Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou :? ? ? ? ? ?

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