Quancheng is not like the capital, and the control of fireworks and firecrackers is not as thorough.

What's more, it's the alley where Jiang Zhiyu's grandmother's house is located.

As soon as the sky was getting dark, I started to hear crackling sounds one after another.

Jiang Zhiyu also bought a few skewers. When grandma and Aunt Liu finished preparing the New Year's Eve dinner and putting out dumplings, she also ran to the yard, ignited the firecrackers with the lit incense, then quickly ran back to the room, closed the door and looked out through the glass.

Under the eaves, big red lanterns hung high.

Outside the eaves, the sound of red firecrackers exploded.

Plus the red Spring Festival couplets I just posted in the afternoon.

There are also floating snowflakes.

The New Year atmosphere is full.

After the firecrackers, it’s time to have the New Year’s Eve dinner.

The family of three sat around the stove, their faces and hands were hot.

The freshly baked hard dishes, freshly cooked hot dumplings, and the Spring Festival party that is about to begin on the TV in front of you, make this year look particularly beautiful.

Jiang Zhiyu held the bowl and ate it so much that her belly was round.

It's been a long time since I had such a happy New Year.

The old man was sleepy early, so grandmother entered the house early, and even Aunt Liu was not in a hurry to clean up, so she put the leftovers on the table.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the party holding her chin, but in fact her heart had already flown to the other side of the next area.

The phone I held in my hand was not moving for a long time. I looked down and saw that it was just eleven o'clock.

I took out the melon seeds and peanuts and knitted them a small handful, and the sketch on TV had just finished.

The phone that was placed aside finally heard a familiar movement.

Jiang Zhiyu subconsciously clicked.

Sure enough, it was the person she was thinking about.

【Come out.】

[Don't forget my reward, a little girl who is used to fooling people.]

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the doors of grandma and aunt Liu one by one like a thief.

It seems that they are all asleep.

Tips in suede boots that can be worn on snow, Jiang Zhiyu put on her new clothes that her grandmother gave her——

A plush coat with a simple but particularly warm design.

It is pure white, with a fur collar that feels comfortable to touch.

He took the key and pushed open the yard door. The slight sound was hidden under the fireworks that exploded above his head.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't bother to admire him, and the suede boots stomped on the gradually thicker snow, making a creaking sound.

At the entrance of the alley, Shen Si stood there.

A long black jacket blends him well with the night color.

A little scarlet on his fingertips reflected on his handsome face, with a mysterious smell.

Jiang Zhiyu jogged over, and the man threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and steadily caught her.

"What are you doing when you run so urgently? I won't run."

Perhaps because he had just smoked, his voice was a little hoarse.

But it sounds nice, dumb.

It's very pampering, which makes people feel a little irritating.

Jiang Zhiyu's head was buried in his neck.

There is a clear fragrance of soap beans in front of me.

Upwards, there is a faint smell of plums.

Further up, there is the smell of smoke that has not yet dissipated.

Light, not choking.

Seeing the little girl dazed to his lips, Shen Si put her waist on her waist and took the person up, saying seriously:

"If you want to kiss me, no one will rob you."

I was teasing her, but I didn't expect that the little girl actually put her arm up, jumped up, and hung her whole body on him.

After being hit by her, Shen Si had to lean against the wall behind him to avoid falling.

But Jiang Zhiyu ignored these things and lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose.

...

Then, in his smiling eyes, he accurately met his thin lips.

Close your eyes and imitate him.

...

Kiss lightly.

...

Gentle movements.

...

It's very much like the whisper of a lover.

...

The little girl rarely takes the initiative and moves her heart slightly. She just holds her in the night, finds the car under the street light, and puts the person in the back seat.

...

In the breathing exchange room, under the hazy light, the handsome young man's face turned slightly red.

...

His eyes narrowed slightly, a little lazy and charming.

But full of affection.

...

Jiang Zhiyu hugged his neck and sat on his lap, removing all the weight.

...

Chen Si was teased by her and let her kiss her unrestrainedly on her face, feeling the long-lost tenderness.

...

Behind her is a snow-white fur collar, which contrasts sharply with her red face.

Pure white and crimson.

How to look at it, how to get ahead.

...

He turned his head to find her red lips.

...

Wherever her eyes went, her little face was white and she also had a faint pink.

...

The throat moves slightly.

His little girl has always been charming.

...

With enough precious kisses, Jiang Zhiyu closed his eyes throughout the whole process and did not dare to look at his expression.

...

But the more this happens, the clearer the touch of the lips being dependent on each other.

...

Perhaps because he kissed too seriously, Jiang Zhiyu mustered up the courage and looked up.

In front of me, my dark eyes were filled with love and heartbeat.

...

When he met her gaze, he suppressed his mind and bit her chin restraintly, and said in a low voice:
To be continued...