Every Spring Festival, cities like Yanning become deserted. The roads are wide and reach the sky. The subways that come and go are all like special trains. The steaming urban heat island also briefly goes out. So on New Year's Eve, a snowfall

Falling silently.

The unfading pines and cypresses in No. 110 Courtyard are covered with snow-white frost. More than half of the private cars parked in the courtyard have driven away. The small courtyard is empty. Only the small electric one-stop service of "Acupuncture Wreath" stands alone.

It was stamped at the entrance, and the snow on the back window was cut open with hands, and the words "Promote the coffin (official) to make a fortune" were written on it.

The business of Star Dream has not been very good these days, and it may not be possible to open one business in a day.

Many people refer to New Year's Day and Spring Festival as "Chinese New Year" in general, but in fact this year is not that year, it is a world of ice and fire - New Year's Day is the sales peak of Star Dream, and there are waves of teenagers coming to buy New Year's lucky bags.

Qing was so busy that he didn't even have time to take a sip of water; a month later, the Spring Festival was a different situation. Those fashionable and noisy teenagers seemed to have melted overnight and blended into their respective families. If they hadn't been able to chat online,

With a sound, they seemed to disappear from the world out of thin air.

There were not many customers, and Gan Qing did not waste electricity in the store, so he closed the store early and went home.

Boss Meng sealed a red envelope for her and gave her a holiday until the third year of junior high school. Gan Qing didn't care whether she had a holiday or not. Anyway, her job was neither tiring nor strenuous. It was almost like being idle. After looking through it, she found that the red envelope was quite thick.

She was extravagant, went to a department store that was still open, packed a box of eclairs to eat, and didn't prepare any New Year's goods - she bought a lot of New Year's goods, she lived by herself, at most she occasionally added Zhang Meizhen's half-open mouth.

I have too much stuff to eat.

Anyway, supermarkets are not closed during the Chinese New Year, so you can just eat and buy whatever you want.

But in this way, it's like one missing process this year, cutting corners and missing a lot of flavor.

After all, she didn't resign and move out, and she just settled down in Baiyi like this.

Maybe people do change. Gan Qing vaguely remembered how he used to be. He would turn around and leave as soon as he said something, without waiting for others to finish a sentence.

When she was seventeen years old, she behaved like a hot knife cutting oil. With one stroke, everything was cut clearly without any sloppiness. Now she is like the piece of oil that was cut, a slimy and soft ball.

, I muddle along and stick to whatever I catch... But anyway, the knife and the oil didn't come off the chopping board.

Just as he was about to enter the door, Gan Qing bumped into Zhang Meizhen. Zhang Meizhen had newly added eyelashes, and the wind in her blink of an eye made Gan Qing lean back. Zhang Meizhen stopped Gan Qing before she could say anything, and closed her door behind her.

, pushed her out without explanation: "Let's go downstairs to celebrate the New Year and have New Year's Eve dinner with them."

Gan Qing: "I won't..."

Zhang Meizhen raised her hand and turned on the power switch at home: "Stop talking nonsense, if you don't come, who will cook the New Year's Eve dinner? Isn't this what your family practices?"

Gan Qing: "..."

Wan Muchun is really not a branch of New Oriental.

So she was rubbed downstairs again by Zhang Meizhen in a daze.

Lao Yang's house was relatively large, so Yang Yifan bought the one next door and connected the two houses, making it look particularly bright and bright.

Han Dongsheng's family, the Yu Lanchuan brothers, Yan Hao... all of them were there, and it was a bit noisy.

Uncle Yang was holding a green dog-beating stick at the door. When he saw Gan Qing, he greeted Gan Qing with a smile and said, "It's been another year."

Gan Qing almost didn't think twice and subconsciously replied with a New Year greeting: "Happy New Year, Gang Leader Yang."

After saying that, she herself was stunned for a moment. This was what Wei Xiao taught her when she was very young - Wei Xiao said that when the elders talk about the New Year, they should be sensible and say New Year greetings first and not wait for others to come up with red envelopes.

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The things I have trained since childhood are deeply ingrained, and I always blurt them out inadvertently.

The next moment, Gan Qing, who was still stunned, was stuffed a red envelope by Uncle Yang.

"Hey," Gan Qing quickly retracted his hand, "This is inappropriate. I even..."

"The main thing is to get a lucky draw." Old Uncle Yang said, "The money in it is for you to help me buy groceries - Fanfan ordered a bunch of crazy New Year's goods. When they arrived, they were all in a big box. When he opened them,

There are more than 1, 2, 2, or 2 small pieces of meat inside, which are useless at all. I made a list. The supermarket downstairs should not be closed yet, so go quickly! "

Gan Qing: "...Oh."

"Yang Yifan!" Old Uncle Yang roared into the room, "It's all up to you, follow me and carry the things!"

Yang Yifan was taking a selfie with her mobile phone. In order to show off her new earrings, she stretched her neck out two miles away, probably because she didn't hear her.

Yu Lanchuan put on his clothes and stood up: "I'll go."

When ordinary people put on a coat, they first put on one sleeve, then arched their backs to roll up the coat, and then rubbed it around to find another sleeve. During this process, the coat often hugged the back of the neck, tightly outlining the outline of the other sleeve.

The curved and bulging back is not very beautiful - Yu Lanchuan is not. He is like a male model preparing for a catwalk. He puts his coat on his shoulders, showing his flat shoulders like a clothes rack, and walks with a cold expression.

Exhibition, show off enough, then grab the collar and lift it up slightly, spread your arms and put them into the sleeves, the hem is windy, very chic.

Gan Qing almost bumped his head with his handsome elbow and hurriedly took a few steps back in awe to prevent it from affecting his performance.

There were very few people in the supermarket, and the waiters who usually worked hard to sell were too distracted to say hello.

Gan Qing pushed the cart, stepped on the drumbeat of "Gong Xi Fa Cai" in the supermarket, and followed Yu Lanchuan leisurely, realizing that he didn't have to worry about anything at all.

Xiao Yu not only has postures when dressing up, but also postures when walking in the supermarket - every time Gan Qing goes to the supermarket by himself, it is "shopping", pushing the cart back and forth aimlessly between the shelves, grabbing whatever comes to mind, and killing at least an hour.

Yu Lanchuan didn't. He seemed to be used to rushing for time and wanted to be efficient in everything. Before entering, he glanced at the list made by Old Uncle Yang, and then quickly planned the path, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, walking all the way and picking up items from the entrance.

When we got to the exit, there was no turning back. We had just collected everything on the list, and the time it took to complete the check-in was less than a quarter of an hour.

Gan Qing was amazed: "I'll do it, I'll do it. You are the main purchaser, and I'm the one carrying the bags."

Yu Lanchuan raised his hand to avoid her and took the heavier bag: "Your hands are weak."

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he was not used to being so loud and angry, and he had to add: "It can only make trouble, not work."

Gan Qing: "..."

This guy's words are really lovable.

At the exit of the supermarket, several small shops were not closed yet. A girl was guarding the "So-and-so English" stall all by herself. When she saw someone, she hurriedly came up to him and stuffed one in her mouth, spraying a string of words like a machine gun: "

Do you want to increase your monthly salary from 3,000 to 30,000? Do you want to complete a counterattack and class jump in the workplace? The biggest gap between people is opened up after working eight hours! Don’t slump on the sofa when you go home every day

After watching the variety show, your peers have already abandoned you! Learn more about TOEFL and IELTS training and workplace English upgrades. The Spring Festival class starts on the fourth day of the lunar new year. There are limited seats left. We will accompany you to spend a fulfilling and meaningful holiday."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

The girl was in her early twenties, maybe she had just entered the society, and she had not yet developed a snobbish eye for seeing others cheating on her. Yu Lanchuan almost felt offended when she said this to everyone.

"You're so smart, why don't you go up to the next level?" He then threw a big move angrily, "What's the difference between three thousand and thirty thousand? Aren't they both paupers?"

The girl was stunned by the aura of the king and didn't know how to continue her sentence.

Gan Qing saw how pitiful she was and took the flyer: "You're celebrating the Chinese New Year, why are you still at this stall?"

"The market competition is too fierce this year. Now everyone is taking online classes and are unwilling to report to get off work offline. The enrollment task has not been completed for several months." The girl who handed out the flyers huddled pitifully in her down jacket. "There is no bonus, but I get a little every month. I have a basic salary, and I don’t have enough money to go home for the Chinese New Year. Miss, can you register for me? You don’t have to come, and you don’t have to pay. Just leave your contact information. They may call you to sell courses in the future. It’s annoying. Just block them - we measure stall performance based on the number of registrants."

Gan Qing was not bothered by her cell phone and could chat with people every time she received a sales call, so she helped register the phone.

The girl gave her a pack of tissues that she had prepared from her own pocket as a thank you, and carefully added: "Even if you can't get a salary increase, it's good to learn a foreign language. You won't have to watch the subtitles when watching American dramas in the future... Hey, good.

Well, then walk slowly."

Yu Lanchuan wanted to turn around and say something, but Gan Qing pulled him away: "Okay, Mr. Yu, the little girl squats in front of the supermarket every day to hand out flyers. I guess there are few successful people, and I don't recognize you."

Private interview incognito: It’s not easy even if there are extenuating circumstances, so just say a few words.”

"Selling is just selling," Yu Lanchuan said with a frown, "I can't stand them selling anxiety all over the street."

"Anxiety is not what they sell," Gan Qing smiled, "To fan the flames, you need fire to fan it."

Yu Lanchuan suddenly remembered something. After a pause, he pretended to mention it casually: "My short-sighted brother's final English test was a little better than last time. He said it was you who taught him. Your grades should be pretty good when you were studying.

?”

"It's not good." Gan Qing said, "During the rebellious period, I felt that school was boring and I often skipped classes and went out to fight."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

The snow is a little lighter, falling like fluff on people's bodies, and they are almost invisible. Only the passing of streetlights and car lights can cast a few fine shadows.

It would be awkward if two people walked together without chatting. Gan Qing might be afraid of chatting to death, or it might be that there is magic on New Year's Eve that can always lure people to talk more.

She paused and then added: "Later I met a...older sister with a very good temper. She was very trivial and nagging. She kept giving people chicken soup every day - she had several chicken soup books for the soul, which were the best in the world.

There is no impenetrable road except for those who can't figure it out. She could memorize all those books from beginning to end... I was actually really annoyed with her at the time."

Yu Lanchuan listened quietly.

"I think I told you before that I have a friend who was domestically abused, she was it." Gan Qing said, "I heard other people gossip about her. She was young and energetic at that time, and I particularly disliked her. Although I

She doesn't take action, but she feels that it's not unreasonable for some people to be beaten... She is that kind of person, with a face that wants to please the whole world, and makes people feel that no matter how they treat her, she will not resist, no matter what she says

She is stupid and doesn't know that she is disgusting. But she is thin, small, and sick. She trembles even if she holds a heavier water glass. It is not easy for me to bully her. I can only give her a cold face every time.

I don’t know how to look at people’s faces, and I unilaterally think that I have a good relationship with her.”

Yu Lanchuan glanced at her and felt that even the cynical little girl back then was still very gentle at heart.

"She was nosy and asked for a set of high school textbooks and read them in my ear every day. But in fact, she didn't even finish junior high school and couldn't understand it at all, especially English. She couldn't find a few recognizable words in the whole text.

." Gan Qing smiled and said, "A child, even if she is a scumbag, she can't control her competitiveness. I couldn't help but correct her one day, and since then she has been relying on me, every day.

Follow up and ask."
Chapter completed!