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As a representative of a modern city, Shanghai's new year atmosphere is much weaker than other places.

Since there is no custom of celebrating the new year, it was not until the afternoon of the New Year's Eve that Tao Shuran could feel the atmosphere of the new year.

First, mother Tao asked her to wash her hair and take a shower and change into new clothes. When she came out, she found that the house had been replaced with new couplets.

Tao Shuran sat on the sofa and watched her parents busy in the kitchen for the New Year's Eve dinner, but her mind was full of tragedies that she had four essays to go before school started in ten days.

She took off the strawberry stalks on the coffee table one by one, and wanted to bring them into the room, and eat while writing.

Father Tao, who noticed the noise, poked his head out from the kitchen, with a festive smile on his face: "Ninny, it's Chinese New Year, stop studying, watch TV! Let's watch TV!"

I just know that watching TV is something to watch.

Tao Shuran took a strawberry and put it in her mouth, waved his hand as a greeting, and went into the room to write an essay.

Since chatting with Jiang Hanqi yesterday, Tao Shuran felt as if her whole body had been reborn, not to mention how lighthearted she was.

The composition is a propositional composition, "I have a special liking", and the style is not limited.

"The firewood in the brook is soft and warm, and Li slave and I don't go out."

She read Lu You's famous sentence, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt it was appropriate, so she spread out the composition paper, picked up the pen, and felt that the writing was springing up and the momentum was magnificent.

Tao Shuran wants to write a narrative poem, and write about their half month from the perspective of Maoka's little puppet.

She wrote very carefully and revised it many times. From rhyme, syllables to sentence patterns, she carefully compared and selected, trying to make each paragraph well-proportioned and catchy, but the paragraphs are well-proportioned and harmonious. The wording of some pictures , and repeatedly overturned and rewritten.

Except for the two or three hours in between when I went out to have a New Year’s Eve dinner with my parents and watched the boring Spring Festival Gala, Tao Shuran sat in front of the lamp and revised her little poem, the little poem full of heart.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the phone began to ding dong ding dong to receive messages.

Mother Tao has an indicator for poverty alleviation through education every year, so she has gone to bed early on New Year's Eve for many years.

There was only one lamp lit in the room, and burning was prohibited in the city, and the night outside the window was dark.

Tao Shuran squatted on the seat, replied to the messages one by one, the list was pulled down all the way, and the bottom one was actually Jiang Hanqi's.

"Farewell to the old and welcome the new, may all wishes come true."

It was obviously just a short greeting, but Tao Shuran looked at the screen with her hands on her cheeks and began to laugh silly.

Considering that this is the first time for them to have a conversation on the Internet, the scale must be well controlled. It is definitely not acceptable if they are too cold, and they are afraid of disturbing the boss if they are too enthusiastic.

Ever since, Tao Shuran replied rigorously: "When the cold goes and spring comes, all wishes come true."

Nanyuan, silent in the fading bustling city.

Jiang Hanqi has never had the habit of celebrating the new year.

Since she can remember, her parents have rarely been to Nanyuan, let alone Chinese New Year.

Her mother, the respected Dr. Jiang, the dean of the best dental hospital in Shencheng, used to be a colleague of the same hospital as her father. Because of her gender disadvantage in the later promotion, she was suppressed. Seeing that her father, who was inferior in strength and aptitude, was promoted to director, he chose to leave the job in a rage, and founded a private hospital by himself.

She set up a well-appointed and ample lounge in her office and has since changed homes.

And her father followed suit after being transferred to the branch hospital as the chief leader, and bought another apartment near the hospital.

As for the relationship between them as husband and wife, there is probably only the cognition of "finding a new one is really troublesome and unnecessary".

As for whether they love her, a product that hinders career development, Jiang Hanqi doesn't know, and doesn't want to know.

Jiang Hanqi was brought up by the housekeeper since she was a child, but shortly after she entered elementary school, she re-regulated their work, requiring them not to appear in the main house at other times except when handling their own work. .

In the past, she never thought about people, she only felt that the relationship between people was a troublesome thing.

At this time, Jiang Hanqi looked at the newly pop-up dialog box on the phone screen, couldn't help but gasped for breath, and then laughed.

Did you get what you wanted?

She put the phone back on the pillow, did not reply, and lay down again in the gray duvet, muttering: "That's good."

The screen of the mobile phone was turned off at regular intervals, and the only light source in the house also disappeared.

Probably because she wasn't in a calm mood before going to bed, Tao Shuran slept very lightly, and when she fell asleep, she was awakened by the movement outside the door.

It was the sound of Mother Tao walking in the living room.

Tao's mother would go to the countryside every New Year's Day to visit. In order to spend the New Year with her family, she chose to go out by car at [-]:[-] a.m. every New Year's Day, and Tao's father often accompanied her.

After being woken up, Tao Shuran felt no sleepiness at all. She lay down for a while, and couldn't help picking up her phone.

Jiang Hanqi didn't reply, Tao Shuran was not surprised, it was just a New Year's greeting, there was nothing to reply.

But for some reason, Tao Shuran wanted to send her a message and talk to her now.

Well, anyway, as I said yesterday, they are good friends.

"My parents have gone to the countryside again. It's so hard to go out at this time every year."

Tao Shuran retreated into the quilt after typing. There was no floor heating in the house, and Tao's mother felt that turning on the air conditioner was not good for her health, so every winter, Tao Shuran's room was chilly.

In fact, she didn't have any hope that Jiang Hanqi would reply to her. After all, it was so late, she probably went to bed early.

Unexpectedly, within half a minute, the phone rang.

Tao Shuran felt her heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help curling her toes when she answered the phone, she was a little shy.

"Ran Ran, don't be afraid, I'm here." Jiang Hanqi's clear voice was very low and hoarse, with a little nasal sound. He must have just woke up from a dream and called her back immediately after seeing the news.

Tao Shuran felt her heart beating faster. In fact, she was not afraid. She had come here on New Year's Eve for so many years. She just wanted to talk to Jiang Hanqi suddenly, but she still gave an obedient "hmm".

There was a rustling sound from the other end of the phone, Jiang Hanqi should have sat up, she seemed to get out of her tiredness quickly, and a gentle voice rang in Tao Shuran's ear: "Is there anything you want to do?" of."

"No," Tao Shuran lay on her side, bent her knees, hugged the quilt, and replied honestly, "I just want to talk to you."

"Well, good." Jiang Hanxi waited for three or four seconds, and seeing that Tao Shuran had no intention of speaking, he took the initiative to find a topic, "What did you have for dinner?"

"Well, it's a very common dish. Mom and Dad made it themselves."

Tao Shuran's eyes wandered, and he began to recall: "I cooked matsutake flower maw chicken, I told them that I like bamboo fungus, but they forgot to buy it, but my dad's cooking is not delicious, I think The taste is a bit bland."

"I steamed big crabs, one for each person, but it really is not the season to eat crabs during the Chinese New Year. It feels a bit worse than autumn. And it's a lot of trouble to peel it yourself, but the crab bucket is delicious."

"My mother also fried steak this year. She bought it online and fried it herself. She also adjusted the sauce by herself. Hey, she thinks young people like it, but it depends on cooking skills. But I still ate it all. My dad watched her fry, and even came to warn me while my mom was making fruit plates in the kitchen, telling me to pretend to like it very much hahahaha."

"Ah, there's also Jiuniang Yuanzi. What's the taste? That's it. I eat it every year, no matter how delicious it is, I'm tired of it. Jiang Hanqi, do you like it?"

Tao Shuran babbled and read the recipes with Jiang Hanqi for more than half an hour. Jiang Hanqi listened carefully, while taking notes on the mobile phone memo, echoing a few words from time to time.

After Tao Shuran finished complaining about "the sketches of the Spring Festival Gala are getting more and more boring", she remembered and asked, "Jiang Hanqi, what did you have for dinner? Is it delicious?"

Tao Shuran's natural voice was a bit milky, and now she was speaking in a serious manner, she was like a sweet sister, Jiang Hanqi chuckled and said: "Eat something casually, as you said, it tastes better."

"Oh, no way——" Tao Shuran said with an exaggeratedly prolonged syllable, "I heard, um, I just heard that your family is super rich, and many classmates guessed, are you usually the kind of person who invites you? The chef who got Michelin three stars went home to cook, so the New Year’s Eve dinner is very ordinary.”

Jiang Hanqi couldn't help laughing: "Do you want to know?"

"Uh-huh."

"You can come over and eat directly. I'll ask the chef to cook what you like. Dictyophora, crab bucket, steak, whatever you like."

"No, no, no, you will make your mouth tricky, and it won't taste good if you eat anything else in the future."

"Then keep eating from now on."

The two of you talked to each other, and the originally gloomy sky gradually became brighter.

Tao Shuran's phone started to get hot long ago, and Didi issued a low-battery reminder, so she got up from the bed and said to Jiang Hanqi: "Jiang Hanqi, wait a minute, I'll get one Charging Cable."

"Then go to bed, it's getting late." Jiang Hanqi sat on the bed, raised his hand and pressed the button on the bedside, and opened the curtain a little.

After Tao Shuran plugged it in, she pursed her lips and replied, "No, I'm not sleepy."

"It's dangerous to make a phone call while charging." Jiang Hanxi coaxed softly.

"That, that." Fortunately, Tao Shuran still remembered the most important thing in her mind. She checked the battery of her phone and continued, "Jiang Hanqi, let me tell you one last thing."

"My big composition has been written!" Tao Shuran's voice was full of joy, "When will you come to see it?"

"Would you like me to read it?" Jiang Hanqi only thought that she wanted a correction.

"Yeah," Tao Shuran nodded again and again, "Many shops outside are probably closed, so you come to my house, or I go to yours!"

"I, I want to show you in person." Tao Shuran felt a little shy as she spoke, and added boldly after thinking about it, "You will definitely like it!"

"Okay." Jiang Hanqi agreed, and then opened the browser to start searching for information——

When going to a friend's house for the first time, backspace to delete one by one. What gift should the son-in-law bring to his father-in-law when he visits the house for the first time?

Jiang Hanqi thought about it and added a Chinese New Year period.

Tao Shuran on the other side of the phone didn't know about this at all, she just wanted to show Jiang Hanqi the poem quickly: "Then when will you come, I'm going to my grandparents' house tonight to pay New Year's greetings, it won't work."

"I'm going out today, aren't you sleeping yet?" Jiang Hanqi responded to her while continuing to search keywords——

Which is the best day to go to a friend's house for New Year's greetings?

Jiang Hanqi tapped the screen twice with her fingertips, which is her usual action when thinking, and then, select all, delete, and retype a line——

Which day should the son-in-law go to pay New Year's greetings in the New Year?

After a quick glance, Jiang Hanqi finalized the time: "The second year of junior high school, I'll be there tomorrow."

Tao Shuran thought about it. On the second day of junior high school, her parents were going to visit relatives and friends. If she was away all day, she could take the opportunity not to go out and see Jiang Hanqi as soon as possible, so she was very satisfied with the time Jiang Hanqi chose: "Then See you on the second day of junior high school, Jiang Hanqi, happy new year!"

"Well, Happy New Year." Jiang Hanqi responded, got up and got out of bed, she walked to the window, looked at the white sky outside the window through the narrow gap exposed by the curtains, and said softly ,

"Ran Ran, good night, see you tomorrow."