Chapter 114 Happy New Year
After Ye Zhenzhen had an argument with her parents a few years ago, neither of her parents expressed their opinions, and no one took the initiative to mention the unpleasantness.
Based on Ye Zhenzhen's understanding of her parents, she knew that they would not give up just like that.
Since Wang You came to see them from time to time, it was not good for the family to quarrel every day, which would affect Wang You's opinion of them.
Another part of the reason is that the family has not seen each other for a long time. There is no satisfactory solution at the moment and it cannot be solved in a short time, so it is better to spend the New Year in peace.
The older generation still attaches great importance to the Chinese New Year, hoping for a good omen.
January 2013, 2, New Year's Eve.
Ye's mother got up early and was busy in the kitchen. Ye Mao and Wang You also came early to help.
The family happily ate the New Year's Eve dinner. Wang You's parents were very satisfied with her and talked to her from time to time during the meal.
Ye Zhenzhen had no desire to join in the conversation. After finishing her meal, she sat in the living room and watched TV.
On New Year's Eve, salespeople need to send blessing messages to old customers. To show her sincerity, she did not choose to send messages in bulk, but added the customer's last name when sending the message.
Ye Mao sat down next to Ye Zhenzhen with a can of beer in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Sister, who are you texting?"
Ye Zhenzhen was busy editing the information and didn't even raise her head. "Oh my God."
In order to increase customer stickiness and get to know customers, Ye Zhenzhen added hundreds of customers on WeChat, reminding them to put on more clothes when the weather is cold and sending them holiday wishes in advance.
I don't care that much about my parents.
Ye Mao raised his head and took a sip of beer, then lowered his voice and asked, "I heard that you had a fight with your parents?"
Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a few seconds and glanced at the restaurant from a distance.
In the restaurant, parents and Wang You were having a pleasant conversation.
Ye Zhenzhen turned sideways to look at Ye Mao. She had no intention of hiding it, after all, she couldn't. She said helplessly, "Well, we had a fight."
Worried that her brother might rashly mention this to Wen Baijing, Ye Zhenzhen warned him, "Don't tell him about this."
"Got it." Ye Mao curled up on the sofa, his head at the same level as Ye Zhenzhen, "Sis, since you want to be with him, why don't you tell your parents so that they can have some peace of mind, and they won't urge you to go on blind dates every day."
This was the first time the siblings talked about Wen Baijing.
Ye Zhenzhen nudged Ye Mao with her elbow, her expression turned serious in an instant, her tone suddenly turned cold, and she said in a warning tone: "You promised me not to tell, if you dare to tell..."
The method of cutting flesh to heal a wound by robbing Peter to repair Paul is simply self-defeating.
Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's serious expression, Ye Mao didn't continue to talk about this topic. Instead, he asked, "Sister, do you really like him?"
Ye Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at her brother, asking such an obvious question, and asked back a little angrily: "What do you think?"
Ye Mao put away his playful expression and showed a rare seriousness, "Ye Zhenzhen, since you like him, don't you want to marry him?"
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen felt like being struck by lightning and couldn't recover for a long time.
She had not expected Ye Mao to ask this question. How should she face this question? It would be a lie to say that she didn't want to, but it was not up to her to decide.
Fireworks could be seen faintly blooming on the glass, and the colorful colors shone through the glass onto her face, flickering.
The corners of her eyes felt a little sour for some reason, and Ye Zhenzhen swallowed her saliva, trying to calm herself down.
Ye Zhenzhen did not answer Ye Mao's question. She just put away her phone and walked towards the balcony silently.
Pushing open the glass door, the bone-piercing cold quickly froze her. Ye Zhenzhen felt like a huge frozen dumpling.
It was not yet midnight, and there were only a few scattered fireworks.
She placed her hands on the concrete Roman column guardrail and looked into the distance.
This is the Jiangnan she longed for, the Jiangnan she loved the most. In stark contrast to the dry air in the northwest, the air here is humid.
It was freezing cold.
Ye Mao also came out and stood on the balcony with her.
The brother and sister were speechless for a moment.
Ye Mao couldn't help but ask with half worry and half concern: "Sister, haven't you thought about the future?"
Ye Zhenzhen's palms were almost the same temperature as the cement. She withdrew her hands, lightly patted the dust off, and put her hands in her pajama pockets.
My palms slowly warmed up, and countless tiny needles pricked my hands, causing itchiness and pain.
Ye Zhenzhen clenched her hands tightly, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "The future is too far away, Xiaomao, too far away."
She knew there was no future, but she was unwilling to let go now and she couldn't do it.
Ye Mao was like a young boy who didn't know the taste of sorrow. He pretended to be deep and said, "As long as you really want to be together, there will always be a way."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't have time to answer.
At midnight, fireworks bloomed in all directions at the same time.
The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain.
Purple butterflies fly around the curtains, and fireflies fly through the high pavilion.
The night sky is as bright as day, and fireworks are blooming in the distance. Although it is not too close to the city center, the air quality in Jiangnan is good and the visibility is high.
She seemed to see Wen Baijing standing under the fireworks, a warm smile on his cold face.
The cell phone kept vibrating in her pocket. She took it out and swiped the screen in ecstasy. She pushed Ye Mao to the glass door and winked at him to help keep watch and provide cover.
She was so surprised that her hands were shaking when she answered the phone. In order to prevent the phone from falling, she had to hold it tightly with both hands.
The moment she answered the phone, she heard the sound of fireworks popping, as if she was standing under the fireworks at that moment, as if she was there personally.
Wen Baijing's voice came into my ears along with the fireworks. That voice was more brilliant and warm than the fireworks: "Ye Zhenzhen, Happy New Year!"
Ye Zhenzhen held the phone tightly, leaving a slanted mark on her cheek. Her voice rose like fireworks: "Wen Baijing, Happy New Year!"
There was silence for a long time.
They were in perfect sync and looked up at the night sky at the same time.
Neither of them spoke. It was as if their ears had special functions. After automatically reducing the noise, they could hear each other's clear breathing.
I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands miles apart.
Many wishes are just expressions that cannot express the meaning at this moment.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly enjoyed the silence of the moment. Saying nothing was better than saying a thousand words.
Thinking of Wen Baijing still standing outside, she couldn't help but break the beautiful moment, her voice slow and gentle: "Go back to your room after you finish setting off the fireworks, it's too cold outside."
Wen Baijing seemed to have clairvoyance and smiled softly, "You should go back to your room too, don't stay on the balcony."
This is probably a result of telepathy!
Ye Zhenzhen wanted to say that they understood each other very well, but she just couldn't remember the previous sentence.
After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't remember anything, so I just smiled and swallowed the words back.
Ye Mao reached out and gently pulled Ye Zhenzhen, winking at her.
It should be that my parents have finished their New Year’s Eve dinner.
Ye Zhenzhen covered her phone and whispered, "Okay, you should go back to your room early, and we can chat on WeChat."
I had just hung up the phone and hadn't had time to put it back in my pocket.
Mother Ye pushed open the glass door of the living room and said kindly, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside..."