She answered him quietly, and then let him hold her obediently.
"How could it be a dream? Can't you feel me?" He pulled her body over, lowered his head and kissed her forehead softly, "Don't think so much, I'm right by your side."
*
After the honeymoon, the New Year ushered in. Although Yinghan wanted to celebrate the New Year together at Anze's house, because his house was really not lively, he told his parents about the situation.
She was still young and didn't know how to make Anze's home warmer quickly. She only knew that Anze didn't like his stepmother, and she didn't like An Zeyan either, so she always felt uncomfortable staying there.
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So, she discussed with her parents that the two families would celebrate the New Year together. However, in the end, because An Yanyan went to her grandmother's house with her mother, only An's father, Anze and Yinghan came to celebrate the New Year.
After dinner, An's father and Cheng's father were talking, while Cheng's mother, her two daughters and her eldest son-in-law started setting off fireworks in the open space downstairs.
After the fireworks are lit, they burst into the sky and burst into colorful beams of light.
After the fireworks were set off, Yingrou was taken home by Cheng's mother, leaving Yinghan and Anze standing outside. Before leaving, Yingrou winked at them and smiled ambiguously. But Cheng's mother pinched Yingrou.
She went upstairs with her ears. But obviously, Cheng’s mother also smiled with an ambiguous look on her face.
Yinghan's face turned red when they laughed at her. She let Anze hold her hand, and the two of them walked slowly in the community.
"This is the New Year atmosphere that I haven't felt in a long time." An Ze, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly spoke up, his tone full of joy.
Since the death of his mother, he has never felt the warmth of family again, nor has he had such a warm New Year. Fortunately, he has Yinghan now, and she will accompany him no matter how many warm New Years there are in the future.
Hold him.
"Then how about we come here every year?" She leaned closer to him.
"Yes." He responded, then looked down at her, "Do you still remember the paintings I drew?"
Those paintings were from the time he helped her in school. Yinghan nodded, "Remember, what's wrong?"
"My dad didn't allow me to study before, but now he has agreed. So, will you support me?" He used to like painting very much, but his father always asked him to take over the family company and his position on the road, which was not allowed.