With a lonely look on her face, Ning Xiaotong walked numbly on the street. Everyone she passed by had a warm smile on her face, full of hope for the new year.
New Year's Eve has always been a day for family reunion. I still remember that when my parents were still there, every New Year's Eve, the three of us would happily eat the New Year's Eve dinner. When the mood was high, they would also drink some not-so-strong drinks.
liquor.
Then I watched the Spring Festival Gala with waning spirits and stayed up late.
For those programs that were not new at all, Ning Xiaotong always picked up a few that she liked and watched them.
As for those programs, my mother has always loved watching them, and every time she has to drag her along to watch them with her, and she is also required to watch the New Year's Eve.
Of course, this was New Year's Eve when I grew up. When I was young, I would hold lit incense and set off firecrackers with a group of children of the same age, until dawn the next day.
Go to sleep, but this can be regarded as an indirect wake-up call.
And what about this year?
His parents are no longer here, and even his daughter's whereabouts are unknown and she cannot be by his side.
Seeing New Year's Eve approaching day by day, Ning Xiaotong still made no move to buy new year's goods.
Huangfu Lin's injury was almost healed, and he didn't have to spend a lot of time making medicine for him every day. The time suddenly became vacant, but he felt increasingly sad and lonely.
Downstairs, there are still enthusiastic old ladies asking themselves, "Xiaotong, why didn't that handsome young man who sent you back last time celebrate the New Year with you?"
Ning Xiaotong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said nothing.
The old lady smiled and joked, "Xiaotong, you must be shy, right? Auntie told you, there is nothing to be shy about."
When Ning Xiaotong saw that the old lady was trying to educate her, she quickly found an excuse and slipped out.
Most of the children of those old ladies who often gather together to chat are away from home working hard and may not be able to come back during the holidays.
Thinking back to that time, I was already working and was afraid of my mother’s nagging, so I often found reasons and excuses not to go home.
So much so that now, I want to go home and listen to my mother's nagging, but I can't hear it anymore.
The old ladies looked at Xiaotong as if they were their own children, and turned their thoughts about their children to Ning Xiaotong.
I chatted with them for a long time, until dusk fell, and then they dispersed.
When I returned to the house, there was still warm light, but it was deserted, in sharp contrast to the lively hustle and bustle outside.
Standing in front of the window, looking downstairs, the children were having so much fun, and I felt like I was a kid again.
He was just as naughty as them. He followed his mother behind him and kept mumbling to Father Han, "Tell me, how can a girl act like a boy all day long?"
What responds to my mother is always the gentle and tolerant smile on my father's lips.
The ringtone of the cell phone awoke Ning Xiaotong, who was immersed in the past.
He hurriedly wiped away the tears that he didn't know when he had fallen, calmed down his emotions, and said, "Hi."
"Xiaotong, it's me." A familiar voice came from the other side.
"Qianqian, what's wrong?"
"Xiao Tong, I want to celebrate the New Year with you." Luo Qian's voice came from far away through the phone, and a man's voice could be vaguely heard passing by.
A flash of understanding flashed in Ning Xiaotong's eyes, that man was probably Song Gang.
She shook her head and said, "Qianqian, you should accompany Song Gang. After all, this is your first time celebrating the New Year together."