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Chapter 31 Happy New Year

He was in a daze, but the other side quickly sent a message.

Still a smiling face.

With the steps down, Jian Cong replied to him immediately: "I'm here, what's the matter?"

Lu Yanxue deleted the "I see that you are always displaying input" that was pressed into the input box, and changed it to, "Can I come to your house in a few days?"

Jian Cong hadn't sent the word "good", but Lu Yanxue explained as if afraid of Jian Cong's misunderstanding: "My dad wants to come to pay Uncle Jian a New Year greeting."

"it is good."

Jian Cong thought for a while, and then sent a little sun.

Why didn't I think this person was so cute before?I only thought he was serious, but now I realized that he would stretch out his hand timidly like a groundhog.

Jian Cong smiled while holding the phone.

Gongsun Bo, who had sand sculpture videos on the side, was also very happy. He felt that these sand sculpture videos were actually useful, and he was even more addicted to looking for sand sculpture videos.

Jian Cong: "When are you coming?"

"Is it okay the day after tomorrow? Will you bother me?"

"No, I don't have any relatives in my family."

"it is good."

Jian Cong replied with a hey-ha emoji, Lu Yanxue then replied with two hey-ha emojis, Jian Cong then replied with three hey-ha emojis, Lu Yanxue then replied with four hey-ha emojis...

The two swiped the screen of WeChat like idiots, and no one could count the number of emojis before they stopped talking.

But kept in the dark, immersed in the sand sculpture video, Gongsun Bo didn't know why before he left, and only felt that Jian Cong's temper was more unpredictable than the weather in June.Obviously he was still half dead when he entered the door, but half an hour later he was in good spirits.

Maybe it's brotherhood.

The next day was New Year's Eve. Since fireworks were banned in the city, everyone could only hear the loud noise of the fireworks.The noise was louder than a thunderstorm. When I went out, I saw that the street was deserted and deserted, and there was only a car with a horn blaring "beep beep".

While complaining to Lu Yanxue on WeChat, Jian Cong walked around the neighborhood for a while, and found that even on New Year's Eve, there were still a few shops open for business.

With a curious idea, Jian Cong chose a clean-looking clothing store and walked in. The reminder device installed at the door shouted sharply as he walked in: "Welcome."There is actually the sound of chopping kitchen knives in the clothing store, which is not only clean and neat, but also has a beautiful rhythm.

The sound of the reminder device came up, and someone ran down from the second floor crackling, asking, "What did you come in to see?"

This person is a boy who looks to be in his twenties, clean and fresh, with an apron on his body.

"It's still open today?" Jian Cong covered himself in a furry hat, still panting as he spoke.

"My house is upstairs, and the door is out of the way. What do you want to buy?" The boy spoke quickly, turning his head to look upstairs from time to time. Thinking of the sound of chopping a kitchen knife just now, Jian Cong thought about it, "How about cooking? What do you want?" Why don't you go to work first?"

The boy blinked his eyes in astonishment, and Jian Cong suddenly realized that he was a little foolish, how could a customer ask the boss to go away first in someone else's shop.

"It's okay." As soon as the boy finished speaking, the voice of chopping the kitchen knife rang again, "There are family members up there." He took off the apron from his body and said, "What do you want to buy? Our family doesn't offer discounts today." oh."

Jian Cong was embarrassed to say that he just came in to take a look. Looking around, he found that the store was quite mixed, from clothes to cosmetics to snacks. He walked around the inside and took two peaked caps and two packs of biscuits. Checked out with a packet of sugar.

The boy checked the things for him and checked, "It's one hundred and eight in total. Do you pay in cash or by WeChat?"

Jian Cong didn't know what cash was 800 years ago. He took out his mobile phone to open WeChat, and was a little lost because of too many news at the moment.The little brother who greeted him lay on the cash register and asked him, "Come out to buy snacks for your girlfriend?"

Jian Cong said, "No."

The man took advantage of the situation and said, "No girlfriend?"

Jian Cong nodded, took WeChat and finally opened the scan, and scanned the QR code.

"Didn't you bring a bag? I'll give you one. Can you add a WeChat account? If you need anything in the future, you can contact me via WeChat, and I'll deliver it to your door." The boy handed over his mobile phone's WeChat QR code.

"Success." Accepting the kindness of the person, Jian Cong scanned his WeChat again. The name is WEI, and the profile picture is a large wardrobe. Jian Cong raised his eyebrows and said, "Your home still sells furniture?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, looked down at Jian Cong's mobile phone display, understood why he said that, and said, "That's not true, my name is Gu Cheng, the retrospective Gu, the honest Cheng, you can leave me a note, What about you, what's your name?"

"Jane Cong, simple Jane, jungle Cong." Jian Cong introduced himself.

Gu Cheng smiled and said, "Jian Cong, what a name, happy new year."

"Happy New Years, and you too."

Jian Cong was in a good mood, and when he came out of the store, he sent a Moments message, "Meet a stranger, happy new year."

When he got home, there were already more than ten comments in Moments. First, there were a bunch of happy new year, and then he asked who the stranger was, and then Gu Cheng replied to him: "I exchanged names, are you still a stranger? Crying loudly." "

Jian Cong replied with a big smile.

The fate between people is like this. Some people meet every day, but they don't necessarily smile at each other, while some people leave marks on each other when they meet each other.

It’s [-]:[-] p.m. on New Year’s Eve. As soon as the Spring Festival Gala starts broadcasting, it’s a carnival night for Duan Zishou. Jian Cong is overjoyed while scrolling through Weibo, and the freshly released Spring Festival Gala emoticons from various groups in the small WeChat box at the top of the screen are also indiscriminately bombarded and updated in real time .

It's time to grab the red envelopes of the Spring Festival Gala, the various groups are crazy, Jian Cong is happy to join in the fun, and spends a lot of money, sending out twelve big red envelopes in a row in the class group, which is dazzling.

In less than 2 minutes, Gongsun Bo came to him and cried, saying that he had snatched the ten smallest out of [-] bags. Jian Cong replied: "You are an undercover agent from the second class in the group of the first class, and you are not exposed. How much more do you want to grab in the brotherhood?"

Gongsun Bo: QAQ

Jian Cong went back to the group to check the red envelope records, and found that the two biggest bags of Gongsun Bo's grandson belonged to him, and the sum was less than one thousand. He dragged it out to fight on the spot, only to see that Gongsun Bomiao changed his nickname to "Jian Cong Xiaohao".

Jian Cong posted a sentence in the class: "If you hit him, it's mine."

After saying this, Jian Cong sent another big red envelope, and then went back to continue looking at the red envelope records. He didn't know what Lu Yanxue was doing, but he hadn't snatched it yet. There was still a lot of money left. He privately messaged Lu Yanxue, " Why don't you grab the red envelope?"

There was no response.

I was probably watching the Spring Festival Gala with my family and didn't look at my phone.Jian Cong thought about whether to make a call, but it was a bit boring to call just because of this matter. Jian Cong thought for a long time whether to make this call, but this call came first.

"Are you home?" It was Lu Yanxue.

"Yeah, you just saw that..."

"Come into your bedroom and look out the window."

Jian Cong was startled, and almost jumped up, "Are you picking on my window?"

Lu Yanxue was choked up by this strange brain circuit, and tried to maintain the atmosphere and said: "No, you come here to take a look."

Jian Cong ran upstairs in his slippers and opened the curtains. It was too dark at night, the lights in the building were weak, and only darkness could be seen downstairs.Jian Cong looked for a long time and saw nothing, but he instinctively told him that he was being tricked. Jian Cong said, "If you're tricking me, just wait."

Lu Yanxue didn't speak, but after a while, there was a rustling sound, and a string of small light bulbs suddenly fell in front of Jian Cong's window, and then one string after another, like fireworks falling from the sky, covering the whole place in the blink of an eye. window.

Jian Cong put his hand on the window, and for a moment, there was no sound from both ends of the phone.

It took a long time for Jian Cong to find his own voice. He said, "I heard the sound of the generator."

Lu Yanxue said, "Ah, diesel."

As soon as he finished speaking, both of them felt that the conversation was a bit silly, and they laughed at each other over the phone.

"Are you coming down?" Jian Cong said.

Only the sound of wind and breathing could be heard over there, and after a while, Lu Yanxue said: "It's over, I'm impulsive, it's okay to beat me up, but don't ignore me from now on, okay?"

Jian Cong didn't think she was a sentimental little sissy, but now her tear glands and his mother's tears just wanted to flow out, as if his mother had lost the switch, and he was poisoned by him.

He took a deep breath, and roared in a deep breath: "Are you going to get out?! Are you filming an idol drama at [-] o'clock in the dog's blood, or is it too cold to kill you?!"

"Wait a minute." Lu Yanxue said, "The light cord is a bit long, let me put it away."

Jian Cong hung up the phone directly, grabbed a coat and ran outside. When he ran to the top of the building, Lu Yanxue was pulling back the small lantern. Unexpectedly, Jian Cong would suddenly run up, and Lu Yanxue almost threw the lantern back again. .

"Stay there and don't move!" Jian Cong roared.

Lu Yanxue obediently stood still holding a large handful of sparkling lights, looked at him and said, "Put on your coat first."

Jian Cong was speechless.

Lu Yanxue said again: "It's just a New Year's gift, so touched?" He pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's fine if you give me a gift next year, we are still friends."

Jian Cong didn't speak, Lu Yanxue's cell phone rang first, he took out his cell phone to look at it, and explained: "My family urged me to go back, let's go down together."

In the elevator, both of them were silent until the first floor. Lu Yanxue looked at Jian Cong, raised his hand and put it down again. He walked out of the elevator. Jian Cong said, "I owe you the gift first. I will make up the big gift on the day you get married." .”

The elevator door closed, the red screen began to jump upwards, and the box Lu Yanxue was carrying fell to the ground with a "bang".

One is indescribable, the other is deep love, and the road from the dark beginning to the end is not because you dare not walk, but because you don’t understand why you have to walk like this.

In the elevator, Jian Cong covered his eyes.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter will probably be updated in real time, so you can wait until the evening to read it.Because the middle may change beyond recognition hhh