After listening to Du Limi's phone call, Song Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

The White Horse Project has been delayed until now, and he has been under tremendous pressure, and it has finally settled today.

Ecstasy, mental fatigue, and relief, thousands of tastes surged into my heart.

He didn't know what to say, but laughed and said, "Since you're at the Ronan family, don't come back tonight. I don't want to squeeze in a bed with you again."

Durimi: "When anyone wants to do it, you keep turning over when you go to bed at night, and you put your feet next to my head several times, and it smells so bad."

"Is it smelly?"

"It's like entering a bakery." Durimei: "If you continue like this, you will have no friends."

"Get out!" Song Qingyun cursed with a smile. He put away the phone and sent Du Limei a red envelope worth 200 yuan. "Happy New Year, my friend."

Red envelopes are the greatest respect, and red envelopes are the highest etiquette.

Not sending red envelopes is not enough to express your excitement.

Song Qingyun kept sending red envelopes to my mother, Du Jingjing and Mei Yong. By the way, my godson, Dagou, also has to send one to Wan Xinke!

The screams of my mother and Du Jingjing sounded in the yard: "The red envelope is so big!"

My mother: "Good man, your poor old mother received your red envelope for the first time, it was so surprising!"

Song Qingyun rushed in with her hands and feet: "It's done, it's done, mom, Jingjing, the white horse project has been done, I love you, I love you!"

He hugged my mother and kept kissing her round face.

The Queen Mother: "Crazy, crazy, this kid is crazy."

Song Qingyun pulled Du Jingjing's hand and kept shaking it, giggling: "If the project is done, I will introduce you to a partner. I have a net worth of billions, a big article, a civil servant, a promising young man, do you want it?"

Du Jingjing: "Are you talking about you?"

Song Qingyun thrust his chest: "Don't dislike it."

Du Jingjing smiled and said, "Okay! Send another red envelope and give it a thousand and two months of red as a cost of clothes." According to the customs of this province, the man will give a copy of clothes for the first time a girl's boyfriend's house.

Song Qingyun: "Go and go, I'm bankrupt. I'm hungry, are you ready for the meal?"

Du Jingjing: "It's doing it."

“What to eat.”

"hot pot."

"Set up, start up, start up, start wine, start wine."

After all, it was the village department, and Song Qingyun had no preparations. Besides, the ingredients were not the same as the family. In order to avoid trouble, the Empress Dowager and Du Jingjing simply went to Liu Yonghua's unmanned convenience store to buy hotpot base and stewed a large pot of New Year's Eve dinner.

It tastes like a matter of opinion, but it's just a fun thing anyway.

After eating for a long time, Song Qingyun said: "Student Du Jingjing, I forgot to tell you that your father had the New Year's Eve dinner at his girlfriend's house, and he would not come back tonight. You are also unlucky. When you came, your father and Luo Nan broke up, so I didn't introduce you to you. I finally made up today, and the flowers are so good that the moon is full."

"I know." Du Jingjing picked up the cup and touched Song Qingyun for a moment, and said gently: "Don't be sad."

Song Qingyun was a little surprised: "What sad about me?"

This girl is stupid.

Du Jingjing looked up and drank the beer in the glass, poured another glass for Song Qingyun, and the sympathy on her face became stronger: "You must be strong."

Song Qingyun slapped his forehead and said, "You said Luo Nan and I, everything has passed."

He thought Du Jingjing was saying that Secretary Gong asked Luo Nan to choose her husband, and Widow Luo fell in love with him.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt happy, and I couldn't help laughing, and the beer was squirting out, "What are you talking about?"

Du Jingjing took a sip of wine silently and tore a napkin over: "New Year's Eve, everyone must be happy. Although emotional life is important, it is not the whole of life."

"Good words." As a straight man in the countryside, he was beaten by the vast fields in the countryside for more than half a year. Song Qingyun became even more rough and couldn't help but applaud: "Life life, love is nothing. I look down on the kind of mother-in-law and mother to die when they fall in love. For example, a friend of mine in college drank and cried every day after he was heartbroken. In my opinion, such people are honest when they are hungry. Take our village for example, will poor households break up? Will they die because of love? They eat enough, what bicycle do they need?"

Du Jingjing: "I am very pleased that you can think so. Song Qingyun, you are really a man who can hold on and put down. I will give you another cup."

Song Qingyun was happy to drink and drink: "Life of worshiping dogs."

The Queen Mother frowned: "Don't swear."

Du Jingjing: "Yes, respect our strength in dog days. Ah, I'm sorry, I swear."

Yes, everyone must be strong. Since Du Jingjing became an adult, she will be a creditor at home. Any girl would have collapsed long ago.

But she still persisted until now, and always felt that no matter how hard the days were, there would always be the day that passed.

Life is a dog, as long as you give up surrendering, he will bite you into pieces.

Don't be afraid. If you yell at him and kick him, you will find that your ability is really great, so great that you can't believe it.

After dinner, Song Qingyun and the other two watched the Spring Festival Gala for a while, but they could no longer sit still. The main reason was that the students on the Burning Paper Tower wanted to gather for literary and artistic performances, and this Gala was really ugly.

So they went out.

There were many people gathered on the other side of the paper burning tower, and a bonfire was burning. Half of the sky was red, and the music sounded. Looking closely, it was Mei's mother blowing the Saks wind. The group of college students also took out the guitars that had been prepared. There was a boy singing, but he couldn't understand what he sang.

Although Song Qingyun is not a few years older than them, now college students can no longer appreciate him, and there is a generation gap.

A bang sound came.

Song Qingyun was shocked and rushed over: "Who is setting off firecrackers, who is setting off firecrackers."

"No, no." Chen Jianguo came out of the crowd and said with a bitter face: "Secretary Song, the students and children made bonfires. They bought a lot of bamboo, and it was like setting off firecrackers. The village committees prohibited the setting of fireworks and firecrackers, but did not say that they were not allowed to burn bamboo. I don't know what to do. Secretary Song, I really can't understand your policies!"

Song Qingyun was about to speak, suddenly, Du Jingjing screamed: "Song Qingyun, come here quickly, dad is dancing."

He looked again, but saw that Old Du was shaking his fat body by the bonfire and shouting, "Ronan, Ronan, come and dance."

Luo Nan blushed and waved his hands repeatedly.

Du Limei was a little depressed: "You can't be more generous... Hey, Song Qingyun, are you here?"

Song Qingyun was in full swing of wine, rolling up her sleeves and shouting, "Come on, come on, it's better to dance. Lao Du, Tashi Dele!"

Durimei: "You also got the birds."

Lao Guo and others also came, and the shouts were so lively that they got off the scene.

For a moment, it was so lively.

I had just danced the grassland dance for less than two minutes, and the music changed and the rhythm became softer.

Lao Guo held his wife's hand and started to win the fourth place, with affectionate feelings.

Du Limei stopped: "Song Qingyun, how to do it?"

Song Qingyun: "I am not used to socializing with men, and I won't know how to do it either."

One of Lao Guo's companions threw two cans of beer over, and they caught it.

Suddenly, a female college student pointed to the night sky and screamed: "Galaxy, look, Galaxy."

It turned out that I don’t know when the Milky Way lies across the sky.

Today is also evil. The Milky Way is particularly bright. Even Song Qingyun, who is watching every day, is interested. She sits on the stone steps next to her while drinking with Lao Du, while looking up to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

At some point, Ronan also quietly came to Du Limi.

Song Qingyun breathed a long sip of wine: "A lot of hardships, two months of hard work, the white horse project has finally been proven. Thank God, thank you brother Du."

"No need to thank you, I also have my own selfishness, but it is mainly because of seeing you, a good brother. Good brother!" Du Limei was also very excited, hugging Song Qingyun and Luo Nan's shoulders with one hand: "I finally understood a truth today. The so-called money and status are nothing, and only true love is the most valuable thing in the world."

Suddenly, the group of students began to shout in unison: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

It's almost time to midnight, and the countdown begins.

Lao Guo and the others were shouting, and Lao Mei and the group were shouting.

Song Qingyun and the other two stood up and shouted at the same time: "Three, two, one!"

The entire Redstone Village was in full bloom.

"Happy New Year!"

"Love you!"
Chapter completed!