Midnight Conversation on New Year's Eve

  Liu Wenlong's little friends had all forgotten to cry and tilted their heads in confusion: "What is a fake marriage?"

  “……”

  "Getting married is when a man and a woman are legally together, then they can have babies. Longlong's dad and mom got married before giving birth to Longlong."

  This person who talks so much can't be me, it's Fu Chaoyang.

  This guy is actually telling this to a three-year-old kid, isn't he conducting premature sex education or something?!

  To prevent a pure and young heart from being contaminated, I decisively snatched Liu Wenhua away from his arms, coaxing him by saying: "Daddy is back, let's go ask for a lighter, sister will take you to set off fireworks!"

  My uncle found us a cone-shaped firework called 'Hua Qian Shu', placed it in the middle of the courtyard, handed me the lighter, and then slowly retreated into the house.

  The fireworks called "Hana no Chie" are really beautiful.

  The light shot out from the top of the cone, shattered into silver flowers in mid-air, fluttering and dazzling, covering the entire courtyard with a layer of brightness.

  Dazzling, really dazzling.

  I can only squint at it, its beauty is so exquisite, but after a brief release, the darkness is too overwhelming, and for a moment I couldn't adapt to this loss of light in my field of vision.

  Little dragon pulled at my sleeve: "It's so cool! I want to see more, sister!"

  I asked for another firework from the pile and lit it up before running away, then crouched back on the steps with Xiaolong to watch the fireworks side by side.

  I originally planned it this way, shoulder to shoulder.

  As a result, he looked at me squatting down and also squatted down without hesitation, shrinking into a small ball, making me feel both cute and helpless at the same time.

  Until aunt pushed the door and shouted for us to eat dumplings, this fireworks meeting of two people finally came to an end.

  On the coffee table in the living room, there was a table of chicken, duck, fish and meat dishes, surrounded by a circle of steaming dumplings.

  But these people are so shameless that it's unbelievable, the first pot of money has already been spent and only then did they send someone to call us back for dinner, although the idea was proposed by that bastard Pei Chaoyang, but everyone actually passed it unanimously, which really chilled me to the bone...

  Even my dearest dad didn't say a word and claimed he hadn't heard, typical of the "hands are all flesh, might as well pretend not to know" mentality!

  "Uncle was in a particularly good mood and laughed loudly: 'Whether you eat this money or not, it's all good luck for you, let me also make some money!'"

  Look at this, the first money is absolutely earned by him!

  "Alright alright, Auntie, let's have a drink first, congratulations in advance!"

  I couldn't help but protest: "What's going on here! Family members having dinner together and you're still putting on a husband-and-wife act! Are you trying to stop me from eating dumplings? Are you afraid I won't be able to wear my wedding dress?!

  "Oh dear, look! Little sister has admitted she's going to get married!"

  The sentence "Fu Chaoyang" made everyone burst out laughing.

  My mom even fell into my dad's arms, laughing so hard she was doubled over.

  Although they missed the opportunity to get 'New Year's head prize', they didn't leave empty-handed. The second dumpling they ate had money in it, and grandma said "Good things are coming and can't be stopped, this year will definitely be prosperous!"

  I vaguely feel that my family seems to have very high expectations for me and Su Hang, and it's no longer just expectation, but a certainty.

  I ate five of the celery-filled dumplings, my uncle had three, my aunt one, my brother two, and my parents each had one. My grandparents also had one each, as did my second aunt's family - everyone had one. Even Liu Wenyong's little friend got to have one. Grandma's New Year's speech was a bit corny but fitting: "May everything go smoothly and happily!"

  I turned out to be the latecomer who surpassed others, and by the time we finished eating the New Year's Eve dinner, no one had exceeded my score. My grandmother was even more convinced that I would have a lucky year this year and that something good would definitely happen that couldn't be stopped.

  After eating dumplings, comes an important part of New Year's Eve - paying New Year's calls.

  Two elderly people sat on the upper seat, starting from our house, one family after another knelt down on the cushion, kowtowed and gave red envelopes.

  Then the four of us 'little kids' went to pay our New Year's respects to the older generation, Dad and Mom. For now, we didn't have to kneel because Grandma and Grandpa were the highest in rank, so we just stood up and paid our respects without kowtowing.

  The lively New Year's Eve has come to an end, and now it's time for the adults to stay up late. A few of them gathered together to play cards, those who couldn't hold on went to sleep first. Nowadays, staying up late is not as strict as before, except that lights cannot be turned off, sleeping or dozing off is still allowed.

  It wasn't until after the New Year's Eve dinner that I had a chance to call Mr. Su, and just as I took out my phone, his call came in first, and I suddenly felt a sense of telepathy.

  Then he asked me how many dumplings I had eaten and if I got any money.

  I proudly told him: "I ate five, and they only managed to eat the first one before I caught up, I'm number one this year, but everyone got some, not a single one was left behind!"

  He quietly waited for me to finish, then praised with admiration: "Our Sakura is really amazing! I only ate three, but I'm also the first!"

  I always feel like he talks to me as if I were a child.

  I asked him where he spent his New Year this year.

  He said: "Fujian, this year came with dad and mom, next year you also want to come with me."

  I haven't even agreed to marry him yet, and he's already so confident.

  I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but laugh, it's not his fault that he's so confident, even my own subconscious has surrendered to him, but I'm just pretending on the surface.

  "Are you secretly denying it again?"

  This time he was wrong, but I wouldn't admit it, so I just laughed: "Who gets married without even dating?"

  "Is all love that doesn't take marriage as a prerequisite just fooling around? Am I the kind of person who fools around?"

  "Huh?"

  "What?"

  This can't be accepted either. I think he's being a rascal, but how can you say that out loud... except for saying things that can't be said out loud, there really isn't anywhere else where he's being a rascal...

  "Is the little thing thinking of me?"

  "Excuse me for being obtuse, I don't understand what you're asking..." I'm not quite sure if the underlying tone he heard actually exists or not, as he often says one thing with multiple meanings to trick people.

  He indeed smiled and praised: "You are truly a champion of language."

  In the year of the college entrance examination, my Chinese language score was the first in the city. According to recent understanding, I'm not surprised that he knew about it. Instead, I'd like to know if he felt proud of me when he heard the news from afar?

  "Plum blossoms ah, I miss you... what to do?"

  "Huh?"

  When I heard his almost murmured thoughts, with a hint of pampering mixed in, I doubted my own ears. Was he using that tone... to think of me?

  It seemed as if he was trying to dispel my doubts, and he repeated in a low voice: "Sakura... I miss you."

  I pursed my lips, and the joy in my heart expanded at an unprecedented speed, gradually occupying my mind, dominating my consciousness, and responding to his identical thoughts.

  "I miss you too..."

  The phone was silent for a long time, and then there was a faint deep breath, and after a few seconds, he couldn't help but sigh with a bitter smile: "Xiao Ying, I really have no way to deal with you..."

  He shouldn't be... because of what I said... didn't react for half a day, right?

  If so... his resistance is also too... weak...

  I blinked, and then I blinked again. It turns out that Mr. Su, with his 360-degree defense and absolute defense, had a weakness for sweet talk? He was broken so easily?

  Won't... have such a cute weakness?

  "It's still six hours until dawn."

  I took a look at the table, 1:35.

  "Hey, it's so late and we still have fireworks here."

  "Is this side also celebrating the Chinese New Year?"

  "It's been a long time since I last kept watch... many years, in fact." I felt a pang of melancholy.

  From the year he left, I haven't properly celebrated New Year's Eve again, because I didn't want to think of him nonstop for a whole night, and also because there was no one to wake me up.

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