Ant Paradise

After Jiale returned, Shile couldn't afford to buy vegetables and cook by himself. After all, this was his first time celebrating the New Year alone.Jiale calls on time every day. When he calls, his ears are stuck to the receiver, and he will soon become hot, but after he can no longer hear his voice, he will soon cool down. Not only this ear, but also the whole body is cold .

This feeling is not unfamiliar. When it is lost, it is so cold from head to toe, and it can't lift a little strength.Shi Le lay back on the bed and didn't think about it any more. He secretly cheered himself up. Tomorrow was thirty, and he was going to the supermarket to buy some dumplings, or buy flour and ground meat, and make dumplings by himself.He hadn't done it before, so it might take a long time, which was just right to make up for the lonely New Year's Eve when he didn't know what to do.

Jiale missed Shile very much when he stayed at home, and was not worried about any mistakes in his life. It was just a festival, and everyone was crowded together, and he was too lonely by himself.Jia Le made a long phone call to him every night, asking him what he did today. Although Jia Le talked more in the end, he was very satisfied when he heard Shi Le laughing occasionally.

Mrs. Huang cooked a lot of dishes, and Jiale didn't go home often, and now she also spends winter and summer vacations at school.Parents are the same all over the world. They say that they want him to be independent, but they always hope that their children can be in front of them all the time. "What are you looking at? Eat it." She picked off the meat next to the fish's eyes and gave it to Jiale, seeing his absent-minded look, "What's the matter, what are you thinking about?"

Jiale's father also took a look at him, teased his son and said, "I've seen him calling in his room all the time lately. I'm afraid he has something on his mind. The phone looks like it's stuck in his hand." "So what?" So." He bluffed, deliberately stuffed his mouth full of vegetables, and muttered, "I can't like people anymore."

"Really? What kind of thing. I have never objected to your falling in love." His mother leaned closer, and picked a lot of food for him as if to please him, "You are like a log since you were young. I'm afraid you won't be enlightened in this life." Jiale moved away slightly, "What is wood, Mom, that's how you look at me." The couple exchanged eye contact for a few rounds, without forcing him to speak, "When you want to say Let’s talk about it, it’s just Jiale, liking people is not for nothing, you have to show it with actions. You see, I still buy flowers for your mother every year and write poems for her.” Jiale’s father is a university professor of Chinese language and literature. There is a kind of bookishness, and I feel that what is stained with pen and ink is the most romantic thing.

Jia Le no longer listened to the two of them playing the side drums, but he just thought of Shi Le when he mentioned it. He remembered that they watched fireworks together during the festival last year. Already live together, so close. "Oh, what are you laughing at while eating?" Mrs. Huang laughed at him, but Jiale pretended that she wasn't laughing, then lowered her head to eat, and laughed unconsciously after a few mouthfuls.

When it was almost midnight, fireworks were set off outside, and Jiale and his father also went downstairs to set off.It was dark outside, and a young man from the next building brought out a bunch of fireworks and firecrackers. He was alone, and after a quarter of an hour, the colorful brilliance reflected on his face, but Jiale felt that his eyes were empty, even Doesn't matter if it's fireworks or something else.

Jiale gave his father the lighter and asked him for the car keys. Not long after he got his driver's license, Jiale's father asked him, "Where are you going so late?" "To meet someone." His family's car was in The door stopped, and Jiale carried two strings of cannons in the trunk, "Very important person."