The hour hand has reached the eleventh position, and there is still one hour left until the new year.
When I watch the Spring Festival Gala every year, to paraphrase a saying on the Internet, it is: what I watch is not the Spring Festival Gala, but loneliness.
At this time, Li Qi watched for nearly three hours, but she didn't feel any New Year's atmosphere. She stayed alone in the house. She was not lonely, but she could not feel the festive atmosphere.
Glancing at the bathroom, I heard the sound of running water coming from inside. Qian Mo was taking a bath inside.
Ten minutes ago, Qian Mo walked in the door soaked all over. You must know that the temperature outside is now close to zero, and his nephew came back wet from attending a birthday party.
"I'm going to take a shower"
This was the only thing Qian Mo said after entering the door, and Li Qi just nodded without asking too many questions, because Li Qi knew that Qian Mo would say what he wanted to say, and what he didn't want to tell you, he wouldn't tell you.
Can't speak
When Li Qi's mind was full of thoughts, the bathroom door opened. There was no hot water steam. In this deep winter, Qianmo still took a cold shower.
"You'll catch a cold like this." Li Qi saw Qian Mo return to his room, probably to get dressed.
I took the remote control and changed the channel, but it was still the Kyoto Spring Festival Gala.
"Did you have fun today?" Li Qi asked again, but no answer came from the room.
Three minutes later, Qian Mo, casually dressed in a warm down jacket, sat on the sofa in the living room.
"It's okay" was Li Qi's answer just now.
"You don't even know how to take good care of yourself." Li Qi turned his body sitting cross-legged on the sofa and looked at Qian Mo.
Qian Mo's face turned a little pale. He had been soaked in the rain for so long and took a cold shower when he came back. Although Qian Mo's body was good, he was still flesh after all.
"Would you like something to eat? Auntie will heat it up for you." I sighed in my heart. This nephew is really difficult to communicate with.
Qian Mo shook his head, took the remote control in Li Qi's hand and randomly changed the two channels, but the ones shown were all the Kyoto Spring Festival Gala, so overbearing!
"Is this the Spring Festival Gala every year?" Qian Mo returned the remote control to Li Qi and looked at the dance program on the screen. His artistic skills were limited and he would not appreciate such a program.
"The traditional programs are more than 30 years old, and your aunt has been watching them for decades. They are all the same." Li Qi has a deep impression of this Spring Festival Gala. He talks about innovation every year, but that kind of program comes back and forth every year.
, but over time, I got used to it and accepted it.
Seeing Qian Mo turning his attention to the TV, Li Qi suddenly smiled: "I used to watch the Spring Festival Gala alone. Look, now there are two of us. Next year, I hope there will be three people in our family, Xiao Mo, to ask for help."
My wife is back”
Hearing Li Qi's words, even Qian Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was only twenty years old this year, and he was still far away from those things! However, Qian Mo was stunned, and he suddenly remembered something very important. After the year
A pair of my junior high school classmates are getting married, and they are the same age as me!
Suppressing these thoughts, Qian Mo didn't know how to answer Li Qi's question. When Li Qi mentioned his wife just now, the only image that popped up in Qian Mo's mind was that of a girl reading a book on the bus that afternoon.
Cool girl with lily scent
"Humph, if you don't want a wife to come back, you have to bring a girlfriend back." Seeing Qian Mo's silence, Li Qi could only lower his demands.
Unexpectedly, his aunt was still keen on this matter. Qian Mo smiled bitterly: "It depends on the situation. We will talk about the future later."
"This kind of thing needs to be done as soon as possible. Auntie, let me help you take a look. I think the cold little girl who came to our house last time when you were lying on the bed is good. There is nothing to say about her appearance. The most important thing is that my Xiaomo is also
Okay, and the girl who invited you to the birthday party tonight, I met her last time, her dimples are so cute, I really want to pinch them." Li Qi held her chin, recalling her relationship with Qian Mo
It feels good to have a girl you meet
Qian Mo had nothing to say but helplessness to her aunt, so she simply left her alone to 'think wildly'
"By the way, Xiaomo... you are going back to your hometown tomorrow. You haven't been back for a long time. I don't even know if the old house is still there." Li Qi skipped the topic just now and turned to the next topic, but the smile on his face was also
Then it dispersed, with some melancholy
Qianmo's hometown is actually just outside the suburbs not far away. It only takes half an hour to drive there. However, Li Qi has not been there once in so many years. Some places can trigger emotions. For Li Qi, that is a piece of land.
sadly
No one lives there now, it's just an empty house. Qian Mo went back twice when he was a child, and he didn't have a deep impression of it, but he remembered taking the No. 59 bus, sitting at the last stop and walking for a few minutes.
He could reach his hometown in just a few steps. When he thought of Route 59, Qianmo was stunned. It seemed like Lin Bingqi’s home was the penultimate stop on Route 59.
"Let's go together?" Qian Mo picked up the apple and the fruit knife on the table and carefully peeled the apple. When he was hesitating, he was used to having something in his hand to divert his attention.
"Auntie has been tired recently... You can go and see it by yourself tomorrow." Li Qi looked at the apple in Qian Mo's hand and sighed: "Like your father, you like to play with it every time you encounter something difficult.
something"
Qian Mo held the fruit knife for a moment, then carefully peeled the apple again after a moment, and handed the peeled apple to Li Qi: "I'm a little tired, so I'll go to bed first, and you can rest early tomorrow...
I'll go check it out..."
The twelve o'clock bell rang, the clock in the hall rang, the host on the TV began to greet, the firecrackers outside rang, and the new year began
Li Qi smiled and took the apple from Qian Mo's hand: "This is my New Year's gift? This is the first time I have received it in so many years."
Qian Mo also smiled and stood up: "It will happen in the future. I'm going to sleep first."
Watching Qian Mo leave, after he closed the door, Li Qi withdrew his gaze and looked at the peeled apple in his hand, and took a small bite. It was very sweet.
…
When Qian Mo returned to the room, he turned off the light and turned around to see the green light flashing on the mobile phone he had just thrown on the bed when he took a shower. It was a signal light for unread text messages.
Before her hair was completely dry, Qian Mo leaned on the bed and turned on her phone. There were twenty-six unread messages.
Message from Guo Ling at 11:55:
"Boy, a busy person like me must have countless messages at twelve o'clock. I will send you a text message now to wish you a Happy New Year in advance!"
Message from Lin Bingqi at 11:59:
"Happy New Year!"
Message from Liu Yiyu at 12:00:
"Mumu, happy New Year and good night!"
There are many others in the middle, including Huo Zhenghua’s, Mao Huantou’s, Ouyang Ru’s, Qiao Yangyang’s, etc. I know them, and there are also many unknown names!
Among them, Qian Mo saw many strange numbers from Kyoto, as well as a phone number with twelve digits.
As I was flipping through the pages later, my phone suddenly vibrated with new information.
"Handshield, fifty thousand dollars is too little. I will accept the employment for sixty thousand dollars."
Qian Mo's expression didn't change at all when he saw this message, and he casually replied: "No two prices."
Instead of continuing to browse unread messages, he found Guo Ling's number and sent: "Happy New Year"
When he found Liu Yiyu's phone number and saw Liu Yiyu's number, Qian Mo was startled. Only now did he realize that the new number Liu Yiyu gave him was only one digit different from his own!
After watching for a while, Qian Mo returned: "Go to bed early!"
Finally, she turned to Lin Bingqi's number and smiled slightly: "Happy New Year!"
Ten seconds after sending the message, the phone rang twice in a row, and two messages came back.
One was Liu Yiyu's reply with a smile. Qian Mo's face was a little complicated, and he did not continue to reply.
The other one is from Lin Bingqi, it also has a smiling face
After thinking for a while, Qian Mo didn't reply. Instead, he turned off his phone and lay quietly on the bed. It was still raining heavily outside, but from time to time, fireworks burst into the rain and bloomed.
Suddenly, Qian Mo felt that the fireworks were quite lonely.