The first month of the New Year is the most lively, everyone greets each other, has dinner and party, eats and drinks, and is busy in and out.
Xue Ling is different. She returned to the main factory on the second day of the junior high school.
The secretary also came to work overtime and reported to explain: "One-third of the workers come back to work overtime, and a majority of them say they will come back tomorrow. The latest one means they can go to work on the fifth day of the New Year."
"Okay!" Xue Ling smiled and said, "You say to the aunt in the kitchen and ask them to add vegetables and meat to the workers and make more delicious."
"Okay." The secretary nodded and asked, "That kitchen subsidy..."
Xue Ling said: "Take it now."
The secretary turned around and drove away.
There is nothing to do at night, Xue Ling will drive home and have a big meal with his family to play cards.
The New Year atmosphere is strong, and it is the fifth day of the first lunar month in a blink of an eye.
Uncle San has nothing to do, he almost stays at the mall during the day.
Xue Cong had a total of seven days of annual leave. He was so lonely at home that he accompanied the third brother to the door.
She likes Xue Ling's twins very much. The little guy is four months old, looks chubby and looks really cute. As soon as he took a look, he couldn't help but reach out to hug him.
If you have children at home, it will always be particularly lively.
Xue Cong hadn't come into contact with the child for a long time. After hugging him, he accidentally remembered the scene of holding his daughter when he was young, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Uncle San teased: "All mothers are like this. When you hold your child, you always have to think too much!"
Xue Cong smiled softly.
Xiaoxin screamed, dancing her chubby little hands, and giggled at Uncle San.
Third uncle's old face suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum, held the little guy's hand, and asked with a giggle: "What's wrong? I think Aunt Chongchong is so funny, right?"
Xiaoxin couldn't understand at all, so she kept laughing.
The third man laughed and said, "Why is this little guy not afraid of being angry! He is so cute!"
Xue Cong chuckled and said, "My child was afraid of having sex when he was a child. Except for me and her father... no one else wanted. It's strange that her father rarely stayed at home, but every time he entered the door, the child would stick to it.
He refused to come down.”
The third uncle nodded and said, "This is the mystery of blood relationship. Children are the continuation of their parents' lives and their bones and blood. Their emotions are hidden in their bones and blood, and nothing can be changed."
Xue Cong's eyes flashed slightly, and he hugged Xiaoxin tightly and didn't say anything again.
Cheng Tianyuan brought out a plate of sweet potato baking from the kitchen and asked everyone to eat while it was hot.
When Xiaoxin saw her father, she quickly danced her hands and leaned over.
Cheng Tianyuan smiled and hugged his daughter, held it high, and then gently hugged it in his arms.
Xue Cong looked at this scene and couldn't help but have red eyes for a moment.
Back then, he hugged the child like this when he entered the door, and then hugged the child with one hand, and his other hand was slightly anxious and held her hand tightly.
Cheng Tianyuan said warmly: "Sister Cong, eat sweet potatoes."
"...Thank you." Xue Cong took the dishes and chopsticks, picked up a piece for his third uncle, and then picked up and eaten.
Uncle San saw that the sky was a little dark outside and explained: "Today, I heard from the radio station's weather forecast that it would cool down and snow. There was no snow after the Chinese New Year. The clouds are so thick now, so there is probably heavy snow tonight."
Cheng Tianyuan suggested: "Let's eat hot pot tonight. Eat earlier and have a warm meal. You can go back."
"No." Xue Cong said: "It's hard to drive the car when it snows. I'll take my third uncle back first and then go home."
The third uncle nodded: "Yes, the sight is not good when it snows, and it is not safe to be open."
Cheng Tianyuan didn't want to keep them, and said, "My mother thought there would be a dinner party tonight, so she prepared a lot of braised beef and rice cakes. Uncle San and Sister Cong both had dinner alone, so don't bother to arrange dinner, and take some back to make dinner.
, otherwise we will leave too much to eat and waste it.”
Xue Cong felt a little embarrassed and smiled: "I'm half full, why are you embarrassed to eat and take it?"
"Don't be polite to my own family." San Bo said softly: "Ayuan is a real person, not to speak the scene. Ling Ling and Aheng and others came back to eat, Zhilan and his wife also went to work, and too much left is really a waste.
Let's take some back and don't have to do dinner."
Cheng Tianyuan had turned around and called Sister Achun to wrap the rice cake and beef.
Xue Cong chuckled: "Then I'm not polite."
It was dark and it was only about four o'clock in the afternoon and the road was already a little unclear.
Xue Cong turned on the headlights and took his third uncle back to the small courtyard, and then slowly drove back to his villa community.
The community is not big, and there are only about ten villas.
When she first saw this place, she mainly liked the quiet and luxurious and elegant decoration here.
But he didn't like it very much, and felt it was too high-profile and too extravagant. However, he finally respected her opinions and let her arrange it without saying a word.
I thought it was a good place to be quiet, but I couldn't be too quiet, and occasionally it was so deserted that she was upset.
As soon as the car approached his villa, he saw two military cars parked at his doorstep.
She was slightly stunned.
He... is back?
She parked the car and thoughts froze in her heart. When she remembered the phone call that night, she didn't want to see him because she didn't know how to face him.
The subordinates standing guard at the gate had already discovered her and quickly reported to the people in the room.
A moment later, the door opened and a burly and tall familiar figure appeared.
Time seems to have left no trace on him, and he treats people who have been exercising all year round.
Her steps were still as steady as ever, her face was still as majestic and handsome as ever, and she took a big step towards her car, her eyes were inexplicably dark.
He pulled the car door but couldn't pull it.
He gently buckled the window.
Xue Cong buried his head, not wanting to move.
He was waiting by the car, waiting patiently, staring at her silently.
Suddenly, snowflakes floated down from the sky, falling out of the car window and on the burly man next to the car.
Xue Cong felt that the car was a little stuffy, and the scent of braised meat was faintly smelled of when the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help looking at the bamboo basket beside him.
She remembered the cute twins in Xue Ling's family, and the warm relationship between them and their family...
She raised her head, looked at the man's tense face through the car window, and saw the snowflakes falling on his face.
The next moment, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
She opened the car door, jumped out of the car quickly, and threw herself into the man's arms.
The man hugged her and used his head to help her block the snowflakes. His voice was honest and steady: "It's heavy snow, let's go into the house first."
Xue Cong nodded, turned around and got into the car and took out the small basket.
The man took it and led her into the house.
The subordinates stood up straight, nodded respectfully and shouted: "Madam."
Xue Cong nodded.
The man did not stop and led her upstairs to a space where there were only two people.
He put the basket down and swept away the scattered snowflakes from her coat, and his movements were gentle and serious.
No matter what he does, he is meticulous.
Xue Cong had red eyes and had not spoken for a long time.
He took off his long coat, hung it up, and changed into slippers.
"The heating at home is already on. You take off your coat first and I'll pour you a glass of water. It's too cold outside, so drink some water to warm up."
Xue Cong took off his coat like a numbness and threw it aside.
The man walked over, handed her water with one hand, picked up the coat with the other, turned around and hung it on, and hung it next to his long coat.
Xue Cong took a sip of water and looked at the hot water in the water cup, motionless.
The man sat over and sat next to her.
He whispered: "I really can't leave during the Chinese New Year. I got off the plane and found that it was already the fifth day of the lunar calendar."
Xue Cong put the cup down and said quietly: "Your time passes very quickly, but I feel very, very slow at home. Especially when I am alone, it is cold and quiet, and it seems that every second has to be paused for a long time before