1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 350: New Year's Eve dinner with my aunt and mother, what happened to your left hand? (Please give me a monthly ticket and subscribe))
"Crackling——"

"Clap clap-"

Xiaowei Hutong, Wutong Courtyard, Beijing City.

In the deep courtyard, strings of firecrackers were lit. The shrill sound of firecrackers echoed in the courtyard, disturbing the little black cat on the windowsill and making it curl up nervously.

The bright yellow flames suddenly lit up in the dim sky, and suddenly went out. Bright red pieces of paper flew all over the sky, like a flower that bloomed and went out in an instant, which was a pity.

But fortunately, today is New Year’s Eve, so it couldn’t be more festive.

"Watching the excitement in loneliness makes me even lonelier, because the excitement may seem beautiful, but it does not belong to me..."

In front of the kitchen stove, a graceful and plump beautiful woman stood quietly by the window, holding a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in her hand. She stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the flying smoke and shredded paper outside the window, as well as the lively New Year atmosphere hidden in it.

But although these things may be the most beautiful in the eyes of others, they make the beautiful woman feel particularly sad.

It was just like when she was ten years old, watching girls of the same age wearing beautiful new clothes for the New Year, while she could only watch silently and envy them secretly.

But she is just a poor child who depends on her sister for survival. To put it bluntly, she is an orphan living under the care of others.

How could you ask for more? More?
Just like what that sarcastic aunt said, it is a great fortune to have enough food, clothing and daily necessities.

Naturally, later on, this envy and expectation slowly turned into indifference.

In Jiang Ting's opinion, if you don't look, think, miss, or take it to heart, you won't have those emotions that make people jealous.

More than ten years passed in a flash, and she had lived such a quiet, boring and extremely cold life.

But now something is different. There is a man beside me. He speaks softly and gentlely, but his heart is as cold as mine. He looks at others as if they were dispensable passers-by.

They are so similar to me, it's like I have lived for more than 30 years in a hurry, and suddenly I have stumbled upon a similar soul among the ordinary and boring crowd.

That kind of surprise made Jiang Ting's soul tremble.

It seemed that from the moment she met him, her life changed dramatically.

One person became two, and then three.

The calm and boring days also become warm and smooth, and there are some small surprises and accidents from time to time, and sometimes there are waves several meters high.

As if I had gone mad, I dared to go out alone in the dark, holding a map and a flashlight, to look for him.

He didn't care about anything and walked across many mountains and many miles to find me with nothing but a gun.

But I found it anyway.

Sometimes Jiang Ting really felt that the first half of her life was so unfortunate, but it seemed that all these misfortunes were just to pave the way for his appearance.

Now he gave me a gold bracelet that symbolizes my wife, and asked me to come home to celebrate the New Year.

He even let himself live in his room, sleep in his bed, and cover himself with his quilt.

I remember when he said a few days ago that he couldn’t and didn’t want to leave himself alone.

How happy I was, how surprised I was, and how much love seeped out of my frozen heart.

Just like a thawing iceberg, the icy iceberg is happily floating up and down, swaying left and right in the love that is like water and waves.

It looks like when I was a child, a little girl of seven or eight years old, riding on a rocking horse and swinging happily.

Jiang Ting even wanted to let out a laugh as sweet as a silver bell, but unfortunately the conditions did not allow it.

Jiang Ting looked at the pungent blue-blue smoke outside the window, and watched the red and black couplets rustling in the wind in front of the houses, and thought expressionlessly.

She was thinking about those girlish thoughts, about those green and beautiful thoughts that she had never experienced before, and suddenly the loneliness that had just surged in her heart was dispelled a little.

"Cheng Kaiyan... I will sleep on your bed and pillow in a while, and then I will smile for you..."

The beautiful woman, like a melting iceberg, turned around cleanly and neatly and left the kitchen without any delay.

The New Year’s Eve dinner is about to begin.

……

In the main room, the lights are brightly lit.

Pasted on the door were couplets written in her elegant and graceful calligraphy, window decorations cut with scissors, and small red lanterns that Jiang Ting had specially purchased.

When I brought it in the morning, Sister Yuxiu teased me a lot.

At this time, Jiang Ting came over with the last dish, and the hands on her watch pointed to 6:30 in the evening.

She and sister Yuxiu had been busy all day, steaming buns, pasting window flowers, making dumplings, and steaming, frying, stir-frying and hot pot. They have only just finished preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

Compared to this time last year, there is one less person in the family, one less man.

"Come on, A-Ting, it's time to eat."

Xu Yuxiu was sitting in the main seat at this time, greeting everyone with chopsticks in hand.

"I'm here." Jiang Ting looked at Xu Yuxiu in front of her, who was like a sister and a mother to her. There was an invisible smile and warmth on her face.

The beautiful woman walked over with light lotus steps, twisting her round buttocks like a full moon in a graceful manner, and sat down against the wall.

"Kaiyan is not at home today. It would be a waste if we don't celebrate on New Year's Eve. A-Ting... let's have a drink tonight."

Seeing Jiang Ting placing the dishes on the table and sitting down by herself, Xu Yuxiu suggested with a festive smile and gentleness on her face, and a hint of rebellion and excitement in her tone.

According to ordinary women, they usually don't drink alcohol.

But sometimes when you are in the mood, you can't help but want to try it.

She and Jiang Ting are actually the same type of people. There is almost no difference between being a widow and being a widow in real life.

This year’s Chinese New Year is festive, and my son is not at home.

Xu Yuxiu's mind, which was usually constrained by her identity as a mother, became much more flexible, and many thoughts that were usually unusual and inconsistent with her identity as a mother quietly emerged.

Just like drinking and getting drunk.

Xu Yuxiu's pair of eyes were gentle and soft, just like Cheng Kaiyan's. Her clear peach blossom eyes flashed with a moist luster under the light, which made Jiang Ting lose her mind for a moment.

"Let's give it a try, shall we? It doesn't matter if we get drunk. The worst that can happen is that we won't be able to get up tomorrow morning. But Kaiyan isn't at home, so it doesn't matter if we can't get up."

Seeing that Jiang Ting didn't say anything and just stared at her, Xu Yuxiu thought that Jiang Ting was moved, so she lowered her voice and tried to persuade her.

If she were alone, she would definitely not dare to do it, but with Jiang Ting by her side, she felt a little braver.

There was seduction and some hoarse magnetism in the woman's tone.

Jiang Ting's mind was full of thoughts. She nodded heavily, "Okay, I won't leave until I'm drunk."

"That's good!"

Xu Yuxiu quickly poured wine for herself and Jiang Ting, smelling the alcohol and the rich honey scent coming from Jiang Ting's body.

For a moment, her bright and beautiful face turned red, as if she was emotionally excited and her blood was rushing up when she had done something bad.

"Happy New Year."

They both raised their glasses and took small sips.

As the hot alcohol went down their throats, their faces immediately became flushed with gorgeous, radiant pink. They quickly covered their lips with four fingers and began to cough lightly.

"Giggle-"

The two looked up and saw each other's pretty face slightly red, tears in the corners of the eyes. They were stunned at first, and then pointed at each other and laughed hard.

After a while of noise, the two sat down and ate and chatted.

"Are you going there to pay New Year's greetings this year?"

Xu Yuxiu asked.

"not going."

Jiang Ting placed her hands on the table. On her left wrist, which was clasped by her sleeve, there was a warm gold bracelet pressing against her fair wrist, leaving a red mark, which caused some itching and soreness.

But Jiang Ting turned a deaf ear to it, as if she didn't notice.

Or maybe it was intentional.

"Are you having a conflict with them? Talk to me. I've been through this before."

Xu Yuxiu asked with concern.

"There's no conflict anymore. I'll just do whatever I want by myself."

When Jiang Ting heard Xu Yuxiu call herself sister and was wearing the gold bracelet given by Cheng Kaiyan on her left wrist, she couldn't help feeling guilty. She raised her hand to smooth her hair and explained.

"That's right. You've been in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and it's rare for you to come back for the New Year. It's really hard for you."

Xu Yuxiu sighed with deep emotion. What's the difference between Jiang Ting's current appearance and her previous appearance?
And I still have another thought and expectation, that is Cheng Kaiyan.

But right now, Jiang Ting is no different from being a widow.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuxiu took another big sip of wine and felt a little dizzy and her face flushed for a moment.

"It's okay. Kaiyan and Xiaoli are here during this period."

Jiang Ting shook her head.

"Hey...what's wrong with your left hand? Your right sleeve is rolled up, but your left hand has been hidden in your sleeve for a long time? I was curious when I was kneading bread dumplings just now."

Suddenly, Xu Yuxiu rested her chin with a confused look in her eyes and asked out of the blue.

(End of this chapter)