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New Year's Eve.

The New Year came so unexpectedly.

All the travelers who traveled abroad returned home by the big train of the Spring Festival Transport. The whole city was decorated with lights and festoons. The branches of sycamore trees on the road were covered with red lanterns.

This year was the first Spring Festival that Xia Xi and Jiang Fengting spent together.

It's a pity that he has to go back to the Jiang family's old house, and the family had to go to the cemetery and the Jiang family's ancestral hall to worship their ancestors years ago.

So no surprises, on the last day of the year, she was still the only one watching the fireworks countdown.

Ding Ruo flew back to his hometown for the New Year two days ago, and the big house was empty. Before leaving, Ding Ruo was afraid that she would be lonely, so he specially helped her paste couplets and hang up lanterns.

The company was on holiday, and almost the whole Jiang family gathered in the old house, even the youngest son Jiang Yun, who had been at odds with the old man for many years, also returned home.

Right now, only the second uncle and his father, Jiang Yun, are left who are a generation older than Jiang Fengting and the others.

There were not many people in the old house, but counting some distant relatives in the side branches, there were dozens of people around when worshiping the ancestors.

The entire Jiang family, except for the old man, only waited for Jiang Feng to stop offering incense and kneel before the rest of the Jiang family bowed collectively in order of seniority.

The ancestral hall worships the cemetery and sweeps the tomb. On such occasions, Jiang Fengting wants to share a car with the old man.

The windows are lifted up, which seems to separate the inside and outside of the car into two worlds.

"A proposal?"

After driving the car for a long time, the old man asked lightly.

"You saw it." Jiang Fengting lightly pursed his lips, with a smile on his brows and eyes, "I wanted to tell you in advance, but it was a sudden decision, and I didn't have time to say it."

"The other party is under your company. Are you sure he really likes you, not for anything else?" After all, he is the former family member who has been in charge of the Jiang family for 30 years. When encountering a situation or a person, the first consideration is not friendship, but profit.

"No." Jiang Feng paused and bent his lips, "And I provoked her first."

The old man smiled and saw his grandson's young and hopeless appearance. The men of the Jiang family seemed to never escape the word of love.

"Since it's settled and I've proposed marriage, I'll bring it back sometime to have a look." The old man said, then suddenly thought of something and changed his mind, "No matter who it is, Chen Rui must accept it first, otherwise I will accept it." He is determined not to nod."

"Chen Rui is more impatient than me, so you don't have to worry about that."

The old man laughed, his voice bold and powerful.

At this moment, he was somewhat curious about this girl, even his great-grandson who was raised by his side had been subdued.

As night approached, Xia Chan finally went out under the urging of her mother calling one after another.

God knows how much she doesn't want to go home.

Xia Chan was fully dressed, and when she opened the door to go downstairs, she bumped into Gu Qinghui who was going downstairs.

She glanced at him up and down. He was wearing pajamas and slippers, and was carrying two garbage bags in his hands. He didn't look like he went home for the New Year, but he seemed to go downstairs to throw garbage every day.

"Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

"I'm at home, where do I go?" Gu Qinghui's expression was calm, Xia Chan was stunned, and then suddenly remembered that Gu Qinghui's family didn't seem to be from the local area, and his relatives seemed to be gone.

She knew very little about him, even if she followed up closely, her understanding of him was superficial.

She only knew that he was not from the local area and his parents died young, but she didn't know anything else.

"Then have you made dumplings?"

The elevator door opened, and the two entered the elevator back and forth. The air was silent, as if they were concerned about him, Xia Chan couldn't help asking.

On such a day, everyone is celebrating family reunion. If you can't even eat a bowl of hot dumplings, you will be too lonely.

"No bag." His tone was flat. Hearing what he said, Xia Chan couldn't help but look up at him. His expression was the same as before, neither sad nor happy, as if everything was nothing, but she knew that everyone is flesh and blood. How could he like such a lonely life?

But she didn't know how to comfort him, so she pursed her lips and said nothing.

The elevator door opened and she ran out.

While running, she turned her head and waved at him. Gu Qinghui threw the two bags of trash into the trash can, raised his hand, and couldn't help but waved back at her.

Xia Nan's company finally went bankrupt. Since he lost the company, he has lived the same life as a middle-aged and elderly person, walking birds and playing chess. In order to relieve loneliness, he even raised a husky and went out for a walk every evening. The dog, in turn, was led by the dog every time, and returned home sweating profusely.

When a person gets old, life becomes boring, but even he himself does not know how he is old. It seems that he suddenly feels old when he is suddenly idle.

Awareness is just a matter of a moment.

When people get old, they will be greedy for family happiness, and they will start to miss the days when their children are around their knees.

When Xia Chan entered, she heard her parents talking about Xia Qing's childhood.

It's rare that Xia Qing is actually helping to choose vegetables, but she has never touched the water with her fingers, and she can't wait to feed the food to her mouth.

It seems that it is not without benefits for people to suffer a little.

"Chan'er is back, your dad is talking about you, take off your clothes and come sit down." Perhaps it was because she hadn't seen her daughter for a while, Zhang Yirou was a little surprised, or maybe it was because she hadn't seen her for so long There was a deliberate closeness.

"What are you talking about me?" Xia Chan smiled, hung up her clothes, and walked to the table to help peel the garlic, "I was very honest when I was young."

"How can you be honest, when you were a child, you rode on my head and peed on my back." Xia Nan couldn't help complaining, but there was no sense of impatience in his tone, on the contrary, it was more of nostalgia.

"I forgot." Xia Chan laughed dryly. She had indeed forgotten. It was because she was too young, so small that she couldn't even see the world clearly, and she couldn't even call her father. Let the second sister run around the house."

The love that a father gives to his children is often a kind of sunshine, which cannot be missed but cannot be missed. However, bias is like a thorn in the eye. The clear pain can always remind her for decades, and she never dares to forget it.

If you become a habit of being treated coldly, you will not adapt to those late compensations.

"Chan'er, Dad actually loves you very much." Halfway through Xia Qing's words, she seemed to want to give an example to prove her words, but she couldn't say anything when she got to her mouth.

Only then did she realize that she didn't have any examples to support her statement.

"En." Xia Chan replied lightly, absent-minded.

Xia Nan, however, became more melancholy, as if he couldn't sit still, got up, his feet were a little unsteady, and went upstairs into the study.

Zhang Yirou and Xia Qing looked at each other, not knowing what he was thinking, Xia Chan lowered her eyes, even if she didn't look at her father's expression, she knew what he was thinking at the moment.

No matter how biased and selfish a father is, the kinship that blood is thicker than water is unbroken.

Compared to her, the most mistreated daughter in the whole family is the elder sister.

He must have thought of Eldest Sister. For so many years, Eldest Sister has no relatives by her side. Every New Year, she is alone.

Xia Chan lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but smile in her heart.

The harsh treatment lasted for 26 years, and a lifetime would not be enough to make up for it.

"Qing'er, it's almost time for dinner, go upstairs and see why your dad is still not coming down." Zhang Yirou urged Xia Qing while ordering dumplings.

"Oh, I'm fishing."

"I'll go." Xia Chan got up, wiped her hands casually on the apron, and went upstairs.

The door of the study room was ajar, only a dim desk lamp was turned on, Xia Nan just sat in front of the desk, looking sideways at the city outside the window, this day was the most warm, with red ambient lights shining outside the window, Lu Lu Someone continued to set off fireworks, lighting up the sky from time to time.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Xia Chan pushed the door open, only stood at the door, and called softly.

"Chan'er, is Dad really treating you badly?" Xia Nan turned his head, his dark pupils revealed some kind of emotion, Xia Chan paused, knowing that he was referring to her and Xia Xi.

She pursed her lips and didn't respond.

"I know that although you are careless on the surface and don't say anything, you are wronged in your heart." Xia Nan sighed softly, stood up, turned her back to her and faced the window, "Your eldest sister must be like this."

He spent half of his life, most of his life doing whatever he wanted. When he was young, he had no fighting spirit. He was driven away by his wife to start a business. After seeing the world of flowers and flowers outside, he began to hang around. Then he became flustered, thinking that he was an accomplished and capable man, pursuing the so-called love, resolutely divorced, left his wife and children, and formed a new family.

He was most afraid of Xia Zhiqiu, but after thinking about it a hundred years later, she would probably chase him after him in hatred.

Or maybe, she didn't even bother to hit him.

He has no father-daughter affection for Xia Xi at all, if he has any, it may be just a drop in the ocean for his second daughter.

He is such a cruel and heartless person.

But at this moment, since he had already gotten rid of such a burden, how could he still feel oppressed?

When I was in the country, some old people said well that some people make too many mistakes when they are young, and they will die in guilt when they are old.

He thought he was too.

However, he also understands that this kind of guilt is only aimed at his own peace of mind, and it is still a manifestation of selfishness.

"Dad, don't think so much, let's eat." Xia Chan didn't want to talk to her father about the relationship between father and daughter. Pull yourself back.

A New Year's Eve dinner, the atmosphere was inexplicably weird. Zhang Yirou had always been big-hearted, but she also noticed that something was wrong. Not long after the meal, she left her two daughters downstairs to watch TV, and she dragged Xia Nan upstairs for a reason. , Not long after, there was a faint sound of arguing upstairs.

"I'm leaving first, call me when my parents have something to do." Xia Chan couldn't stay any longer, her eyeballs hurt from watching the gala, she got up and put on her coat, and when she was about to open the door and leave, Xia Qing stopped her.

"Xia Chan, come back often to see your parents."

She only said this, and Xia Chan knew what she meant.

"Yeah." She nodded slightly, opened the door and left.

They get old.Once people who don't care about others start to consider others and reflect on themselves, from selfishness to tolerance, from indifference to warmth, most of them are lonely when they grow old.

Xia Chan was walking on the street, and there were fine and small snowflakes floating in the sky. She stretched out her hand to catch them, the snowflakes were too small, and the water traces could not be seen clearly after it melted.

They have finally grown up.