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New Year's Eve, eight o'clock in the morning.

The sound of firecrackers crackling outside the house, sometimes mixed with chuckles made by children playing.

Gu Kaiyang pulled off the blindfold, yawned, and slowly sat up from the bed, raising his hands to stretch his waist.

She is busy with work, so she can get a good night's sleep during the Chinese New Year vacation.

Because there are always new year greeting messages coming in, the phone on the bedside table is always in the state of automatically turning on.

She didn't look at it, and now she doesn't need to be nervous and hold the phone at all times for fear of missing important calls from the leader.

Gu Kaiyang is 35 years old this year. He is the editor-in-chief of the domestic TOP men's magazine Shiza ``Zero''. He has entered the public's field of vision after participating in a variety show of amateur love in the past few years, and has gradually developed into a Weibo with 30 million A well-known fashion blogger with fans.

The small loft apartment that she bought when she emptied her fortune had already been replaced with a panoramic terrace along the river, and the Beetle also switched from Big Ben to Ferrari.

At the age of fifteen, she had imagined the life she had imagined, and at the age of thirty-five, she had fully obtained it. The only fly in the ointment is that she is still alone at the age of thirty-five.

Over the years, she has not been in love, has no time, and has never met anyone who is close to her eyes and willing to waste time for it.

Going back to the last heartbeat, it seems that I have to go back to Zhou Jiaheng, who I met while participating in the amateur variety show.

Zhou Jiaheng is now the actual person in charge of Junyi Group. A few years ago, he married a gentle and beautiful high school English teacher.

When she got married, she happened to be on a business trip in Milan and couldn't go to the wedding scene, so she lavishly followed the money on WeChat.

Nearly half a month after the incident, Ji Mingshu and Jiang Chun talked to her carefully, for fear of stepping on the thunder to make her angry.

Gu Kaiyang was a little helpless and wanted to laugh.

In fact, she really didn't think there was any need to avoid taboos. When she participated in the show, she was really interesting to Zhou Jiaheng.

Zhou Jiaheng's superior conditions, the advancing and retreating of people and things, coupled with other male guests set off, is a natural thing for him, she has never denied this.

It's just that Gu Kaiyang is not someone who can afford it but can't put it down. The two didn't start, and Zhou Jiaheng had no idea about her. After a few days of disappointment at the end of the program recording, this matter was turned over here. .

In recent years, she explained to Ji Mingshu and Jiang Chun more than once that this passage is already past tense for her, but the two of them have read too many novels and sometimes imposed drama on her, and plausibly used her to be single as evidence. It is really helpless.

Although he was awake, Gu Kaiyang didn't want to get up to wash, let alone go out for breakfast. Without him, as long as she meets with her parents and the three aunts and six wives who come to the house to have a reunion dinner, they will definitely be looking for a target.

In a big city like Pingcheng, it is not uncommon not to fall in love or get married at the age of thirty-five. But when she returns to her hometown, no matter how capable or able to make money, she will inevitably be labelled "old girl".

In fact, many times she would have the urge not to go home for the New Year.

There are many sons and daughters in her hometown. She used to be the only one in her home. Her parents had not shown any relevant tendency, and she also offered her a design study abroad.

So she always thought her parents were different, but when she graduated from college, her parents gave her a younger brother without saying hello, and they reminded her that she went abroad every now and then, and the younger brother would have to rely on her in the future. I did my best to help.

Gradually, the relationship between her and her family became weak. After work, she sent more and more money to her home, but her phone calls became less and less. Coupled with the seven or eight years of urging marriage that has never been separated from his sect, the feelings are getting weaker and weaker and the words become less and less common.

I lay on my back and slept for another half an hour. The movement outside was getting louder and louder. I was afraid that the three aunts and six wives had already arrived.

She got up to wash and put on makeup, and picked up her phone and glanced at it.

Zhan Xingyi: [Editor Gu, Happy New Year's Eve. /Tooth]

Seeing the latest WeChat message from Zhan Xingyi, Gu Kaiyang was slightly surprised.

Zhan Xingyi is a male celebrity, the official age is 27. According to her speculation, the actual age may be one or two years older. Fortunately, he has a sense of juvenileness. The explosive drama quickly became popular and soon squeezed into the ranks of fresh meat flow.

She and Zhan Xingyi occasionally met because of work. A year ago, when she came back from a business trip in Paris, she happened to happen that Zhan Xingyi was forced to change outfits with an assistant by an illegitimate fan, but was recognized by passers-by fans for a long time.

She didn't think much about it at the time, so she helped to play a cover, and sent him back to the hotel where she stayed.

After arriving at the hotel, Zhan Xing moved to thank him, and she was not polite, so she took the opportunity to ask him for a bunch of autographed photos, thinking about the little girls who just used to give out star-chasing relatives when he returned home during the New Year.

At this moment, seeing the WeChat sent by Zhan Xingyi, Gu Kaiyang was stunned for two seconds, then looking at the signed photo, he replied, [Happy New Year's Eve. 】

When Zhan Xingyi received Gu Kaiyang's reply, he began to consider how to continue the conversation, but Gu Kaiyang didn't take it seriously, so he threw his phone aside after replying to the news, and went outside to contact relatives.

There are many Gu family members. Two tables were filled in the living room round table during the reunion dinner. As the most promising and thirty-four unmarried "old girl" of the Gu family, Gu Kaiyang is naturally the focus of everyone’s attention, and the focus is on her. The topic is nothing more than the focus of "love and marriage".

Knowing that there had been such a case a long time ago, Gu Kaiyang had been mentally prepared early, anyway, he would meet such a face once a year, and she would listen and listen well, without losing a piece of meat.

Gu Kaiyang’s psychological preparations can be said to be very adequate, but he can’t stand some relatives who really treat themselves as green onions and garlic. Superiority.

Gu Kaiyang endured and endured, and finally when a cousin who showed ten miles of yin and yang, said that he would introduce her to a junior officer who was nearly forty years old in her second marriage, he couldn't help but stab her back with the same yin and yang tone. Aunt, do you have any misunderstandings about the good conditions? His salary this year is not as high as my one month's bank interest, how can he live his life?"

Cousin's face blushed and white, "The others are honest!"

Gu Kaiyang snorted, "Just across from our home, the University of Science and Technology found a male college student to raise hundreds of thousands a month. I think he is quite honest, and he is still young, so I don't need me to help raise oil bottles. "

"Gu Kaiyang!"

"Why don't more than 30 people speak so much!"

Her mother picked up her chopsticks and sternly spoke.

Gu Kaiyang disapprovingly said again: "It would be better if you can't speak and make money."

Her mother hit the table with a "bang".

The atmosphere on the table was suddenly embarrassing, and other relatives hurriedly changed the subject and ended the scene. Gu Kaiyang was expressionless, this ill-tempered suffocation was suffocated and clean, and she was not in the mood to stay too much, so she just left the table for a reason.

She was about to report her glorious record to her sisters, but when she opened WeChat, she found that Zhan Xingyi had sent several new messages.

Zhan Xingyi: [Thanks to your cover last time. 】

Zhan Xingyi: [By the way, Editor-in-Chief Gu, what is your New Year's arrangement? 】

Zhan Xingyi: [Are you in Pingcheng? 】

Gu Kaiyang wasn't an ignorant girl either. He stared at these messages for a while, and quickly came up with something unusual.

She carefully recalled the previous contact with Zhan Xingyi.

This person is quite sunny.

It's a little bit milky dog ​​attribute.

Good reputation in the circle.

But he is less than thirty...

Gu Kaiyang didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time he asked, "What about you." 】

Zhan Xingyi is also idle, and the second replied: [I am in Pingcheng. 】

Zhan Xingyi: [One person celebrates New Year this year. 】

Zhan Xingyi: [If you are in Pingcheng, would you like to have a drink to see the Spring Festival Gala? 】

Gu Kaiyang stared at the words "Look at the Spring Festival Gala" for a long time, and couldn't hold back his lips.

Gu Kaiyang: [Good. 】

After returning the message, she opened the ticketing software and booked a ticket back to Pingcheng.

-

New Year's Eve, two o'clock in the afternoon.

The snow stopped in Pingcheng, and a thick layer of fresh snow accumulated on the ground. Jiang Chun and Tang Zhizhou took their children to make dumplings in the restaurant.

Jiang Chun and Tang Zhizhou gave birth to twin boys in the third year of their marriage. Their author's grandmother named them, one named Tang Jingxing and the other named Tang Xingzhi.

Jiang Chun specially checked the source of the name, "The mountain rises up and the Jingxing stops."

After reading the interpretation, she whispered to Tang Zhizhou, "Jingxing means Dalu, which corresponds to Gaoshan. His grandmother thinks that Tang Gaoshan is not as good as Tang Xing, so she didn’t make them symmetrical? But it’s a lot of hang and xing. Around the mouth, directly called Tang Dalu Tang Gaoshan, which is much easier."

So Jiang Chun shouted every time he was angry:

"Tang Gaoshan! If you don't eat, you will never eat again!"

"Tang Dalu! Turn off the TV immediately for me now! Otherwise, you will never want to watch Ultraman again in your life!"

Due to the daily brainwashing by Jiang Chun, the devil mother, Tang Jingxing's child had an exam in the first grade of elementary school, and he stumbled to write his name as Tang Dalu. Afterwards, the test paper was integrated with a kid in other classes who was really named Tang Dalu, causing trouble. A good oolong.

But Jiang Chun did not repent, and she did not forget to spur the two little ones by calling her nickname to make dumplings during the New Year:

"Tang Gaoshan, where's your dumpling pleats? You won't be able to eat such ugly dumplings."

"Tang Dalu, you put less meat! How come Zhubao is so young that he can eat such a big piece?"

That’s right, Jiang Chun had a foresight. Since Ji Mingshu’s Zhuobao was born, she forced Zhubao to be her daughter-in-law in her heart, and took her two little ones to brush her presence in front of Zhubao’s sister. Encourage fair competition between the two families.

But no matter how Jiang Chun spurred, the finished dumplings made by the last two small pieces were still terrible.

When dropping by to Ji’s house to deliver dumplings, Jiang Chun sighed sadly, “With the two of them, I may not be able to marry my Xiao Shushu in my life.”

Tang Zhizhou backed the car into the garage, leaned over to help her unfasten the seat belt, and touched her belly again, with a gentle and smiling voice, "You can still rely on her."

Oh yes... the kid in my stomach has already checked out that she is a little girl. If she is a wife for Cen Yan, she will suffer a little in her age, but she seems to be fine.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chun smiled happily again.

-

New Year's Eve, seven o'clock in the evening.

As usual, Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen returned to Ji’s house at noon and back to the West Lane of Nanqiao at night. The difference from the past is probably that now they have to take Cen Xiaoyan and Cen Xiaozhuo when they go out.

In the evening, Cen Xiaozhuo ate two dumplings delivered by her little earth-goose aunt and fell asleep with her mouth open. Cen Xiaoyan and other children from the Cen family took out a few cardboard boxes from the trunk and excitedly prepared to set off fireworks.

Ji Mingshu ate a little bit, and acted like a baby with Cen Sen, taking him for a walk outside to digest.

Nanqiao West Alley has not changed over the years, and it has been included in the plan to restore the ancient street, and it may remain the same in the future.

The snow was very thick, so Ji Mingshu stepped on lambskin boots with one foot shallow and one foot forward. Looking at the familiar street scene, he unconsciously remembered some old things.

"Do you remember that you confessed to me on New Year's Eve one year, right here." Ji Mingshu suddenly sighed when he stopped in front of the telephone pole in the alley.

Cen Sen held her lightly behind him, "Remember."

Ji Mingshu didn't know what he was thinking of, so he couldn't help but cocked his lips secretly.

"Huh? Why are you laughing?"

Ji Mingshu quickly squeezed a smile, and cleared his throat solemnly, "It's nothing...that is, I think this means that whoever likes it first will lose. You see, you confess to me first, and now I'm eating to death. Right. So I think we have to cultivate a little bit more cold in the future, so that we won't be fooled so easily, right."

Cen Sen unconsciously remembered that Ji Mingshu quietly confessed while he was asleep, and pulled the corners of his lips upwards, but only followed her words to agree, "Well, yes."

I love you, everything you say is right.

-

New Year's Eve, twelve o'clock in the evening.

With the countdown, the New Year’s fireworks rose into the sky, and the quiet night of Pingcheng was illuminated like daylight.

Gu Kaiyang and Zhan Xingyi, who were armed with only one pair of eyes, clinked their glasses with a smile in the tavern, and said Happy New Year to each other;

Jiang Chun, Tang Zhizhou and the two children at home were sitting at the table eating hot dumplings, and they did not forget to count down with the host on TV;

Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen piled up four stream-of-consciousness little snowmen in the yard, Zhuobao was still asleep, and Cen Xiaoyan covered her little ears sensibly.

The previous year's contract expires at this moment, and the new year's contract is renewed.

May, every year, we will have today and today.