Qin Fan: "These things are not used for nothing, they are energy-saving and environmentally friendly."

Song Qingming: "What about that pile of burnt?"

Qin Fan: "I burn a few occasionally to set off the festive atmosphere, right? Let's just have fun in the yard. Once the door is closed, no one knows."

Song Qingming: "You do it."

Qin Fan: "What did you come here for?"

Song Qingming: "Eat hot pot."

Qin Fan: “…”

Inside the room, after a while of silence, the door was opened.

Qin Fan carried a bunch of colorful lanterns and walked out in a unique shape. Song Qingming had a straight face and a bundle of fireworks in his hand.

"You are back." Qin Fan waved to the coolies who arrived in time without saying a word, "Two brothers, come and fight."

Xiao Ni: "..."

Si Fengmian: "..."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, then looked at Si Sheng in unison and sought her consent.

"Go."

Si Sheng nodded.

The colorful lanterns and floor lamps used for decoration were all delivered by Qiao Yilin in the afternoon. Si Sheng took a rough look at them. In addition to these lighting, there should be some balloons, fireworks and the like.

Si Sheng had no intention of using it, but Qin Fan and Song Qingming came out and made trouble, so they could only let them do it.

After throwing the yard to four people, Si Sheng thought that Chu Luo, who should be still in the living room, went into the living room first.

Because of the "dialogue between Qin Fan and Song Qingming" that day, although Si Sheng did not take the initiative to ask about Chu Luo's situation, he tried to avoid contact with Qin Fan and Chu Luo. At this moment, Qin Fan came to his house...

The thoughts changed.

Si Sheng saw the balloons in the living room, densely packed and colorful, occupying the entire ceiling.

The moment she entered the door, Chu Luo had just tied up a new balloon. When he loosened his hand, the balloon flew up automatically, colliding with the pile of balloons above his head and floating.

“What’s the situation?”

The dreamy scene in the living room was beyond Si Sheng's expectations.

Chu Luo picked up a new balloon and explained: "I'm so idle that I blew a few balloons."

Noting that the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom was open, but the lights were turned off inside, and there was no one. Si Sheng frowned slightly, "Where is Lao Yi?"

"I was picked up by their grandfather."

"They" refers of course to Song Qingming and Qin Fan.

After Si Sheng and Xiao Ni left, Chu Luo had nothing to do, so he opened the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom and chatted with Yi Zhongzheng while blowing balloons.

Not long after, the old and young came to visit each other. The old man borrowed Yi Zhongzheng away, saying that they were going to celebrate the New Year together, while the young man stayed and ate hot pot with Si Sheng and others to stay up to the New Year.

It is said that the age gap is large, and there is a generation gap between them, so they have to live their own years.

"oh."

Si Sheng nodded slightly.

She looked out the figures and saw Qin Fan who was actively busy.

In normal times, Qin Fan was too lazy to make these things.

*

Pulling a few balloons apart, Si Sheng sat on the sofa, eating nuts to satisfy his hunger.

They now temporarily set up colorful lights and don’t know when they can eat hot pot.

News comes to the phone.

[Ling Xize]: Have you finished the hot pot?

[Si Sheng]: No.

Through the glass window, Si Sheng slapped the scene of the courtyard and sent it to Ling Xize.

[Si Sheng]: Being busy.

[Ling Xize]: Zombies invade?

Four words, plus a symbol, show Ling Xize’s true thoughts.

【Si Sheng】:…

[Si Sheng]: If you can't speak, shut up.

Ling Xize had a rebellious attack. Not only did he not shut up, but he threw several pictures over.

The sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner was photographed exquisitely and beautifully, and it instantly killed Si Sheng’s “snap”.

Si Sheng gritted his teeth.

[Si Sheng]: Looking for trouble?

【Ling Xize】: Yes.

With such a righteous response, Si Sheng didn't know how to argue with him.

The phone vibrates again.

[Ling Xize]: Are you staying up to date?

[Si Sheng]: Shou.

Outside, Si Sheng did not have the habit of staying at the New Year. But in the alley, Si Sheng remembers that he always stayed at the New Year on this day.

Farewell to the old and welcome the new.

She and Yi Zhongzheng were only two, but Yi Zhongzheng could cook a table of dishes. After dinner, Song Qingming and Qin Fan would play with her for a while. After each of them returned to their homes, they would see Yi Zhongzheng putting on a bunch of fruit and snacks, and she would sit over on her own.

The grandfather and grandson had nothing to talk about, and they were silent most of the time.

The TV is usually on and the Spring Festival Gala is played. After the Spring Festival Gala is over, the movies are played, which are basically war movies.

When I was young, Si Sheng usually couldn't hold on until dawn. When the second half of the night came, he fell asleep unconsciously...

The eyes fell on Yi Zhongzheng's open bedroom, and the memories that had been sealed for a long time came out like a mess, stirring up their mood bit by bit. All the original relaxation and comfort disappeared in an instant.

The Spring Festival Gala is broadcast on TV.

Si Sheng slowly breathed out.

Later, Ling Xize sent a message, Si Sheng didn't know, she didn't go to see it, nor did she reply.

*

The four of them finished their work in the yard, and it was already ten o'clock.

Hotpot is served, double pot, full of ingredients, meat, vegetarian and staple food. As soon as the pot boils, a whole plate of fat beef is put into the pot, steaming hot, you can chopsticks and I will cut it into pieces. In a blink of an eye, all the fat beefs will be cleaned up.

Some people yelled dissatisfiedly, some people calmly picked up new ingredients, and some people ate with satisfaction.

The house gradually became noisy.

In the yard, the snow had not melted, and suddenly snowflakes floated again. In the rows of shining floor lamps and colorful lanterns, the snowflakes were rendered in various colors, like magical dreams, floating and falling to the ground.

Maybe because I was hungry for too long, all six people turned into gluttons. After a hot pot meal, there was only a lot of ingredients left on the table.

Everyone was overwhelmed with satisfaction all over their bodies. They sat on the chair, looking at each other, and no one moved.

"What is the next program?" Qin Fan suddenly asked.

As the host, Si Sheng thought about it and answered actively: "There is poker at home."

Si Fengmian came up with an idea and said, "It's okay to form a team to play games."

Chu Luo said: "I'm watching TV."

"It will be all right."

Song Qingming expressed his opinion.

Xiao Ni spoke out the last time, "Whatever."

If you have something to do, you won’t have to worry about the hardship of time.

After packing the dining table, Si Sheng and Chu Luo watched TV consciously, and Qin Fan and the other four loved to do whatever they wanted, and they planned it freely.

"If you are sleepy, you can go to bed."

He came over with a plate of cut fruit, Si Sheng put it on the coffee table, and sat down beside Yu Chuluo.

"fine."

Chu Luo picked an apple with a toothpick, paused slightly, glanced at the lively dining table, and said, "You can hold on."

"Um."
To be continued...