The night after the winter rain was extremely cold. The water droplets on the dead branches seemed to have condensed into small ice balls. There were rows of unmelted ice picks hanging on the edges of the eaves. I think this year's New Year's Eve should be the first in history.
The coldest New Year's Eve has come. Although the weather is so bad, it has not diminished the joyful atmosphere of hundreds of millions of people for the Spring Festival.
Standing on the terrace, Han Yi'er snuggled tightly in Yun Aotian's arms, listening to the sound of "ping ping ping ping ping" firecrackers coming from all directions, her heavy heart could not help but ease a little.
"Yi'er, will it be too cold outside?"
"Yi'er, is it too noisy outside?"
"Yi'er..."
She straightened up, looked at Yun Aotian who kept uttering words of concern, and smiled slightly: "I feel very good now, haven't you noticed?"
"Haha..." He stretched out his hand and hugged her shoulders: "If you feel good about it, of course I will feel good about it too."
He shook his head helplessly and frowned slightly: "Don't you have your own opinion? As far as I know, Yun Aotian is not like this."
"Uh..." He quickly found an excuse to cover up for himself, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled mischievously: "Isn't there a song that goes like this? You are happy, so I am happy."
"Tch..." He curled his lips, raised his hand and nodded his head gently: "You are so stupid."
He grabbed her hand and pretended to have a fierce expression: "Who are you calling stupid?"
"saying you!"
"Huh?" She snorted softly and saw that Yun Aotian quickly stretched out his hands to tickle her whole body.
"Ha... Hahaha..." Unbearable tears almost fell down, and she pleaded: "I was wrong... I was wrong... Aotian..."
Seeing her begging for mercy, Yun Aotian was willing to stop torturing her, and smiled triumphantly: "It's not enough to just know that you are wrong, I will punish you!"
"Ah..." After being stunned for a moment, Han Yi'er asked in panic: "How do you want to punish me?"
"Well..." He pretended to ask, but unexpectedly, his eyes flashed, and his handsome cheek quickly moved towards her face...
The moment he was about to touch her cheek, Yun Aotian opened his lips slightly and bit her lips gently.
"Woo... uh... wu... OK." She put her hands on his chest to get rid of him, but because her lips were bitten by him, Han Yi'er let out a sporadic and unclear resistance.
sound.
The deep eyes looking at her so close and refusing made Yun Aotian feel that he was now trapped in a situation from which he could not extricate himself.
He slowly closed his eyes, loosened his teeth from biting her, and gently licked her delicate lips with his soft tongue.
This move made Han Yi'er, who was originally anxious, gradually calm down, unable to resist and fall in love with his teasing.
She raised her hands and hooked his neck, feeling the soft tongue constantly playing wantonly in her mouth, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue to cater to him.
Time seems to have stopped, the air is getting thinner and thinner, and it is still cold in winter, but an invisible flame is gradually ignited on this small terrace.
With a loud "bang", beautiful fireworks bloomed in the dark night sky. When the flowers withered, countless beautiful and gorgeous flowers filled the dull night, which seemed to indicate that "vitality" would not
Knocked down because of outside obstruction!
Thinking back to Han Yi'er, who lost a lot today, but received endless love from Yun Aotian this night. I have to say that God is fair. He was hurt in some places, but he was cared for in others, haha
, it’s true that if you lose, you will naturally gain!
"Yi'er..." Slowly leaving her lips, Yun Aotian's fair cheeks were lightly covered with a hint of red that would never fade away: "What was the birthday wish you just made?"
After sorting out her disordered breathing, she raised her head and smiled mysteriously: "I can't say it, it won't work if I say it."
"Haha, okay then, I won't ask you any more."
His hands suddenly hugged Han Yi'er's waist. Just when he was about to continue the passionate and fiery kiss, she turned her head slightly and avoided his "attack": "Aotian, you
Is it time to go back? It’s almost 12 o’clock..."
Even if you don't want to say something, you have to say it; even if you don't want to separate, you have to face reality.
The Spring Festival, the most traditional festival in China, is actually a day when relatives who have been separated for a long time reunite to have a meal together.
Often those unmarried men and women just hope that their significant other can accompany them to spend this new year with them.
We can no longer reunite at Yun Aotian's home, but staying here is against the rules.
I wanted to just forget about time and accompany her to listen to the ringing of the New Year's bell. However, she was sensible and finally exposed the reality...
"It's okay, I'll wait for you."
He shook his head and smiled reluctantly: "Uncle has just woken up after being in a coma for two years. You should cherish this year."
Han Yi'er, who has always valued her family, knows that what her parents long for most is the company of their children. She has no chance to get together happily with her mother. Of course, she hopes that he can spend New Year's Eve happily with his father. Besides...
Oh, who can’t understand the old man’s affairs?
Maybe you will still be healthy this year, but next year...
"We still have many days in the future, but our parents' days can only be counted in years." And my mother's days can only be counted in days...
"Yeah...I understand." Sometimes, Yun Aozhen really wished that she could act coquettishly more and save herself a little bit, instead of always being so sensible.
He nodded reluctantly and kissed her forehead gently: "I'm leaving then. I'll call you when I get back."
"kindness."
Watching him leave the ward, Han Yi'er suddenly remembered that she hadn't paid him New Year's greetings yet, so she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Yun Aotian turned his head in surprise and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
He smiled faintly and shook his head: "Nothing, I just want to say to you... Happy New Year!"
"Haha..." With a charming smile, he gently caressed Han Yi'er's cheek: "Happy New Year..."
The atmosphere in the entire ward changed drastically the moment Yun Aotian left.
Looking back and looking around, the neon lights are still shining brightly, and the round sun on the roof is dazzling and bright. Obviously there has been no change. Why is it that just leaving one person seems to have changed the entire "world"?
Only then did she realize that the only trace of happiness she had left was given by him. Once he left, that last trace of happiness would be completely gone...
Sitting quietly next to her mother, Han Yi'er seemed to have returned to the gray Spring Festival atmosphere of previous years...