Times of Our Lives - Chapter 22

The winter solstice has always been said to be as big as Suzhou in Suzhou. Even if the atmosphere near the exam is tense, Zhang Lang is still looking forward to drinking winter wine at night.

Xie Meng himself also prepared two small cups of wine jars. He poured three glasses before his parents and the picture of Zhang Xiujuan. The flavor of the incense was mixed with the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, rich and heavy.

Early the next morning, Qin Yang came to pick up Xie Meng to go to school. The boy had a osmanthus in his car’s faucet, and Xie Meng laughed when he saw it.

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “BMW incense car.”

Xie Meng shook his head: “Fine arts.”

He stepped into the back seat, took the osmanthus branch in his hand, and Ji Qinyang rang a bell across the old street.

At dawn at night after the winter solstice, the feeling of morning light is still dawn at seven o’clock in the morning. The old lady selling sugar porridge pushed the car and opened the lid of the cauldron to be steaming.

“It feels like snow.” Ji Qinyang covered his hands with a bowl of sugar porridge, and Xie Meng saw him take off his gloves.

Ji Qinyang smiled and said, “We are one each.”

Xie Meng reluctantly: “I was originally yours. I don’t ride a bike, so I must wear it.”

Ji Qinyang: “Then you have to hug me when you sit behind, so it will be warm.”

Xie Meng glanced at him and said nothing. When the two finished their porridge and went on the road, the boy hugged Ji Qinyang from behind.

“My obedience.” Ji Qinyang laughed. He looked at the road ahead without turning back: “Are all the ancient poems memorized?”

“You’re not afraid of eating wind.” Xie Meng’s voice smiled.

“Then I test you?”

Xie Meng was a little surprised: “Now?”

“Yeah.” Ji Qinyang thought for a moment: “Su Shi’s” Man Ting Fang “, the snail horns are stigmatized, the last sentence.

Xie Meng backed up almost immediately: “Jiangnan is good, thousands of fine wines, a song full of Tingfang.”

“People look for him thousands of Baidu.”

“Looking back, the man was there, in the dark.”

Ji Qinyang smiled and said, “The hand of holding the child.”

Shemonton paused, and slowly said, “Get old with your son.”

“Well.” Ji Qinyang turned his head. “That’s it.”

Xie Meng looked at him and agreed with a smile: “Okay.”

At the end of the final exam, Qin Yang only needed two days to test. When he was waiting for Xie Meng on the last day, Suzhou got the first snow after winter.

The heavy gray sky plummeted with snow, and Xie Meng saw the boy standing in the snow when he came out of the classroom.

Ji Qinyang’s black hair was covered with snowflakes. He did not hold an umbrella, his face was flawless, and his smile was soft and bright.

Xie Meng ran to him, Ji Qinyang opened his arms and hugged him in the snow.

Zhang Lianban shouted excitedly behind Xie Meng: “It’s finished! New Year!”

Qi Fei threw the schoolbag in disgust and shut him up. Zhuo Xiaoyuan stood under the corridor and looked at the two people who were still holding him.

“Hey.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan called out to Xie Meng.

The boy turned back.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan smiled with his eyes closed: “Let’s celebrate the Chinese New Year together.”

On the early morning of New Year’s Eve, Qin Yang went to Xie Meng’s house and the two went to buy New Year’s goods together. The boy brought Mo Suyuan’s dessert, made a cute rabbit-shaped cake, and stuffed a sufficient amount of fruit tart.

Ji Qinyang had one in his mouth, and he hooked Xie Meng’s neck and turned his head.

Xie Meng glanced down, biting the edge of the egg tart, Ji Qinyang ate half, and the other half pressed his tongue to the other’s mouth.

“…” Xie Meng’s mouth smelled of milk.

Ji Qinyang licked his thumb: “Is it delicious?”

Xie Meng nodded, and Ji Qinyang kissed his face: “Take it, eat on the road.”

Xie Meng took another and stuffed it into Ji Qinyang’s mouth. The rest was packed in his hands. The two went to the vegetable field near Shantang Street. Xie Meng chose the vegetables and asked Ji Qinyang what to eat.

“Anything is fine,” Ji Qinyang said indifferently. “Don’t buy too much.”

Xie Meng smiled: “No need to save me money.”

On the way back, Xie Meng also bought sugar. When he was almost at the door of the house, Yuanyuan saw Zhuo Xiaoyuan holding Zhuo Jinjin’s face impatiently and waited there.

“Why did it take so long.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan complained, Zhuo Jin was very ashamed when he saw Xie Meng, and the expression of the male **** I love you.

Ji Qinyang said unhappyly, “Why are you here so early?”

Xie Meng took sugar to Zhuo Jinjin and opened the door to let the guests in.

“Come to help.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan took Ji Qinyang’s bag: “I don’t eat white food.”

The three boys were busy in the kitchen. Only Zhuo Jin was sitting in the living room watching TV. Xie Meng glanced out and patted Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s arm: “You go out to accompany your sister, here is me and Ji Praise is enough. “

Zhuo Xiaoyuan chose the vegetables and wiped off the water on his hand: “Steaming the catfish for another 10 minutes is enough.”

Xie Meng nodded: “I see.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan said uneasily: “Cook the food well, don’t get mad at it all the time.”

Xie Meng: “…”

When the dishes are ready, the little girl will come to help, and tiptoe carefully from the counter to take the plate. Xie Meng heard someone knocking on the door while she was cutting the fruit.

“Who else did you call?” Ji Qinyang took an apple and stuffed it into the boy’s mouth.

“I don’t know …” Xie Meng murmured, “I’ll go and see.”

Zhang Bar wrapped into a spheroid and stood outside the courtyard door, shouting silly and shouting: “surprise!”

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Lianban: “Jean, let, let! I brought a lot of dishes! Help me quickly!”

As soon as Xie Meng lowered his head, he saw two large lunch boxes in his hands. Ji Qinyang followed, and saw Zhang Gang raised his eyebrows: “What are you doing here? Are you not here for Chinese New Year?”

Zhang Gang put things on and started **** one by one: “I told my mother, look! This is all my mother did!”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan opened the lunch box and glanced at almost no blindness. The eight major sea, land, and air cuisines were almost everything. Zhuo Jinjin also looked at the table and wanted to see it.

“Okay.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan reluctantly said, “We all cooked the dishes in vain.”

Xie Meng hesitated a little: “Will I call more people?”

Ji Qinyang laughed: “Who will come in the New Year.”

As a result, the voice just fell, and the closed door was pushed open from the outside.

Han Dong, holding flowers and wine, stunned when he entered the house: “So many people?”

Ji Qinyang: “…”

Xie Meng glanced at him and couldn’t help laughing, “Would you like to call Qi Fei?”

When Qi Fei arrived, the other five people had already eaten. The flower brought by Han Dong was placed in front of Zhang Xiujuan’s statue. The wine was not going to be drunk. Several people cleaned a bottle of fruit orange.

Zhuo Jinjin was very pleased to see Qi Fei. Two people played the game of shooting one by one at the dinner table. Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked at his sister and occasionally gave her food.

Zhang Bar asked him, “Where did you take the college exam?”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “Shanghai, take care of my sister nearby.”

Qi Fei interjected: “It’s more convenient to stay in Suzhou.”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan shook his head: “There is no good medical school in Suzhou … my mother can come back next year to take care of me. I will go to Shanghai to study, and it will be the same when I return on weekends.”

Han Dong glanced at the lever: “Where are you going?”

Zhang Liangang gave him a courageous glance: “Why tell you!”

Han Dong squinted his eyes, and before speaking, Ji Qinyang said for Zhang Lianbang: “He wants to take the Communication University of Beijing, a young journalist in the future?”

“It’s not that simple!” Zhang Lianban proudly said, “I want to be a great reporter! Be the first photographer in China!”

Xie Meng encouraged: “Then you have to cheer, did you bring the camera?”

In the first half of the year, Zhang Lianbang just saved the money to buy a SLR, and can’t wait to be with him every day like a baby.

“Don’t you say I almost forgot.” Zhang Lianba took out the camera bag cheerfully, he adjusted the lens and aimed at Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng: “Come, take a picture.”

Ji Qinyang naturally stretched his arms over Xie Meng’s shoulders, and the two heads next to each other allowed Zhang Zhang to shoot.

“Awesome!” Zhang Lianban showed up the photos to show them, and sighed, “You have such a high value, they are a perfect match together.”

“…” Xie Meng was still a little embarrassed, knowing that the other party was simply praising.

In contrast, Ji Qinyang was much more cheeky, and he felt the earlobe of Xie Mengdai’s earrings and agreed: “I think so.”

The other three boys at the dining table all showed the expression of “lie in a trough, but slaughter a dog.”

“Take a picture for us, too.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan hugged Zhuo Jinjin. The little girl smiled sweetly compared to the letter V. The boy bowed his head and kissed his sister’s face.

Zhang Gangbang snapped this picture.

“Tiehan tenderness.” Qi Fei looked at the photo and buried it, Zhuo Xiaoyuan hung his eyes and laughed and cursed.

Xie Meng took out the fireworks bought by Zhuo Xiaoyuan, and placed them in the yard. The small ones let Zhuo hold them close. Zhang Zhuo held the camera to shoot everywhere. Qi Fei wanted to take pictures of volley jumping. Tried several times before it was successful.

Xie Meng accompanied Zhuo Jin to release the fairy bat, Ji Qinyang stood and looked down at him gently.

“Would you like to play?” Xie Meng asked, looking up, Ji Qinyang didn’t hold back, and leaned down and kissed the boy’s forehead.

Xie Meng: “… is still near.”

The little girl’s laughing eyes are gone, and she wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue: “Qin Yang brother is ashamed ~”

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He hugged Zhuo Jin and put it on his neck. The little girl was cheering and waving the fairy bat in her hand.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan lit the largest firework in the distance.

Han Dong looked up at the splendid Mars exploding in the sky, and the colorful streamers were reflected on the boy’s well-defined face. Zhang Bang subconsciously picked up the camera to take a picture of this scene.

Han Dong turned his head, the boy’s camera was still facing him.

“Well …” Zhang Gang poked his head and suggested, “Would you like to smile?”

Han Dong did not speak, and after a while, he smiled at the camera.

Zhang Bang: “…”

Han Dong smiled and asked, “Can’t you shoot yet?”

“Oh!” Zhang Lang quickly adjusted the focus. He hesitated for a while before pressing the shutter. When Han Dong finished shooting, he turned his face to continue watching the fireworks, and Zhang Leng secretly called up the picture just taken.

In the photo, Han Dong’s smile was faintly glowing in the light and shadow of fireworks, and his sight seemed to be engraved in his eyes through the lens.

The fireworks were bought too much. Six people left it for two hours before they ended. A few people cleaned the yard and borrowed the lights from the house to move the eight immortal table out to rub the mahjong.

Zhuo Jin was sleepy after 8 o’clock. The little girl refused to go to bed little by little. Zhuo Xiaoyuan picked her up and entered the back room. Xie Meng poured a soup and gave it to him.

“Go play.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan hugged his sister and whispered, “I’ll sleep with her.”

Xie Meng smiled: “It’s all right, where is the lever?”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan smiled slightly. Xie Meng moved out of the new quilt to make a bed for the brothers and sisters. Zhuo Jin held his brother’s neck and muttered, Zhuo Xiaoyuan hugged her and laid her forehead gently: “Happy New Year . “

Xie Meng made a gesture to go out, Zhuo Xiaoyuan nodded, and gently made a voice: “Thank you.”

Xie Meng closed the door for Zhuo Xiaoyuan, and when he went out, he saw Ji Qinyang waiting in the living room.

“Why not play Mahjong?” Xie Meng wondered.

Ji Qinyang shrugged indifferently: “I let them fight against each other.”

Xie Meng: “…”

He smiled and shook his head: “You …”

Ji Qinyang hugged the boy from behind: “We see the Spring Festival Gala.”

Xie Meng promised a good voice, he took the quilt out again, and they sat on the sofa under the quilt and watched TV together. They laughed and unknowingly realized that it was almost early in the morning. There was a bang in the yard. Full of “Fried!”

As the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala began, the sound of firecrackers outside the yard rang.

Ji Qinyang hooked Xie Meng’s neck, and the two exchanged a kiss with their foreheads against their foreheads.

“Happy New Year.” Xie Meng smiled softly.

“Happy New Year.” Ji Qinyang kissed his lips again: “I love you.”