The first month of the New Year is the most lively. Everyone greets each other, has dinner parties, eats and drinks, and is busy going in and out.
Xue Ling was different. She returned to the main factory on her second day of junior high school.
The secretary also came to work overtime and reported the explanation: "One-third of the workers came back to work overtime, and a large number said they would come back tomorrow. The latest ones said they would be able to work on the fifth day of the new year."
"Okay!" Xue Ling said with a smile: "You tell the aunts in the kitchen and ask them to add vegetables and meat to the workers and make more delicious food."
"Okay." The secretary nodded and asked, "What about the kitchen subsidy..."
Xue Ling said: "Take it now."
The secretary turned around and left.
If there is nothing to do in the evening, Xue Ling will drive home, have a big meal and play cards with his family.
The New Year is full of flavor, and it’s the fifth day of the first lunar month in a blink of an eye.
San Bo has nothing to do and stays here in the mall almost all day long.
Xue Cong had a total of seven days of annual leave. He was really lonely at home, so he accompanied his third uncle to the door.
She likes Xue Ling's twins very much. The little ones are four months old, chubby and really cute. When they saw them for the first time, they couldn't help but reach out and hug them.
When there are children at home, it is always very lively.
Xue Cong hadn't been in contact with a child for a long time. After hugging her back and forth, she accidentally remembered the scene of holding her daughter when she was young, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Sanbo joked: "All mothers are like this. When holding their children, they always think too much!"
Xue Cong laughed softly.
Xiaoxin screamed, waving her chubby little hands, and giggled at Sanbo.
Sanbo's old face suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum smile. He held the little guy's hand and asked funnyly: "What's wrong? I think it's so funny that Aunt Congcong is crying, don't you?"
Xiaoxin couldn't understand it at all, so she kept laughing.
Sanbo laughed and said, "Why is this little guy not afraid of life? He's so cute!"
Xue Cong smiled lovingly and said: "My child was very afraid of strangers when she was a child. Except for me and her father... no one else wanted her. Strangely enough, her father was rarely at home, but every time he came in, the child would stick to her.
He refused to come off."
The third uncle nodded and said, "This is the mystery of blood relations. Children are the continuation of their parents' lives and their blood and bones. Their emotions are hidden in their bones and blood, and nothing can change this."
Xue Cong's eyes flashed slightly, he hugged Xiaoxin tightly and said no more.
Cheng Tianyuan brought out a plate of baked sweet potatoes from the kitchen and asked everyone to eat them while they were hot.
Xiaoxin saw her father and hurriedly moved her hands to get close to him.
Cheng Tianyuan smiled and hugged his daughter, lifted her up and shook her before holding her gently in his arms.
Xue Cong looked at this situation and couldn't help but his eyes turned red for a moment.
Back then, he would hold the child like this when he came in. Then he would hold the child with one hand, and the other hand would anxiously take her hand and hold it tightly.
"...Thank you." Xue Gong took the bowl and chopsticks, gave a piece to Uncle San, and then ate it himself.
Sanbo saw that the sky outside was a little dark, so he explained: "The weather forecast on the radio today said that it will cool down and snow. It has not snowed since the Chinese New Year. The clouds are so thick now, it is expected that there will be heavy snow tonight."
Cheng Tianyuan suggested: "Why don't we have hot pot tonight? Eat early, eat warm and full, and then go back."
"No." Xue Cong said: "It's snowing and it's hard to drive. I'll take Sanbo back first and then go home."
The third uncle nodded in agreement: "Yes, visibility is not good when it snows, and it is not safe to drive."
Cheng Tianyuan didn't want to leave them alone, and said: "My mother thought there was going to be a dinner party tonight, so she prepared a lot of braised beef and rice cakes. San Bo and Sister Cong both eat alone, so don't bother making dinner. Bring some back to make dinner.
, otherwise we will leave too much to eat and waste.”
Xue Cong was a little embarrassed and smiled: "I'm already half full, why do I have the nerve to eat and take more."
"You're welcome, my family." Uncle San said warmly, "A Yuan is a real person and doesn't talk about things. Lingling and A Heng didn't come back to eat, and Zhilan and his wife also went to work. It's really a waste to have too much left.
Let’s just take some back and there’s no need to prepare dinner.”
Cheng Tianyuan had already turned around and called Sister Achun to wrap the rice cakes and beef.
Xue Cong chuckled: "Then I won't be polite."
The sky was dark, it was only about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the road was already somewhat unclear.
Xue Cong turned on the car lights and sent Sanbo back to the small courtyard first, and then slowly drove back to his villa community.
The community is not big, with only about ten villas.
She initially took a fancy to this place mainly because she liked the tranquility and luxurious and elegant decoration here.
He didn't like it very much, thinking it was too high-profile and extravagant. But in the end, he respected her opinion and let her arrange it without saying a word.
She thought it was good to be quiet, but unfortunately too much quiet was not good. Sometimes it was so deserted that it upset her.
As soon as the car approached his villa, he saw two special military vehicles parked in front of his house.
She was slightly stunned.
He is back?
She parked the car, her thoughts racing in her heart. Thinking of the phone call that night, she actually didn't want to see him because she didn't know how to face him.
The subordinates standing guard inside the gate had already discovered her and quickly reported her to the people inside.
After a while, the door opened, and a tall and familiar figure appeared.
Time seems to have left no trace on him, and he is especially kind to people who exercise all year round.
Her steps were still as steady as ever, her face was still as majestic and handsome as ever, and she strode towards her car with long strides, her eyes dark and incomprehensible.
He pulled the car door, but it couldn't be pulled.
He pressed the window lightly.
Xue Cong buried his head and didn't want to move.
He waited beside the car, waiting patiently, staring at her silently with his eyes.
Suddenly, snowflakes fell from the sky, falling one after another outside the car window and on the burly man next to the car.
Xue Cong felt that the car was a little stuffy, and there was a faint smell of braised pork on the tip of his nose. He couldn't help but look at the bamboo basket on the side.
She thought of the cute twins in Xue Ling's family, and the warm relationship between their family...
She raised her head and looked at the man's tense face through the car window, and also saw the little 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 in a hurry, 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 deep and steady: "It's snowing heavily, let's go inside first."
Xue Cong nodded, turned around and got into the car to take 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 didn't stop and led her upstairs to a space where there were only two of them.
He put the basket down and swept away the scattered snowflakes on her coat with gentle and serious movements.
No matter what he does, he has a meticulous attitude.
Xue Cong's eyes were red and he didn't speak for a long time.
He took off his long coat, hung it up, and put on his slippers.
"The heating at home has been turned on fully. You take off your coat first and I'll pour you a glass of water. It's too cold outside. Drink some water to warm yourself up."
Xue Cong numbly took off his coat and threw it aside.
The man came over, handed her water with one hand, picked up the coat with the other hand, turned around and hung it up, hanging it next to his long coat.
Xue Cong took a sip of water and looked at the hot water in the cup without moving.
The man sat over and sat next to her.
He whispered: "I really couldn't leave during the Chinese New Year, so I got off the plane and rushed over, only to find that it was already the fifth day of the lunar calendar."
Xue Cong put down the cup and said quietly: "Your time flies very fast, but when I am at home, it feels very, very slow. Especially when I am alone, it is cold and quiet, and it seems that I have to pause for a long time every second.