Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian stayed at home in a daze. Since the day Mu Qingyuan left, he had not received any message from him.

He looked at Qingshan Bingxue's portrait countless times, but remained silent.

He put up Spring Festival couplets, hung up red lanterns, and decorated his house inside and out with a festive atmosphere; but he could not brighten his empty heart.

The New Year’s Eve party was being warmed up live, and Nian Nian urged him to go set off the fireworks together.

He bought a lot of fireworks of all sizes, both for children to play with and for creating a festive atmosphere.

The little girl held a stick of incense in her hand, eager to try, and approached cautiously. She looked timid and scared, which was actually very cute.

When the fireworks were successfully lit and burst into dazzling light, the little girl screamed in fright and rushed into Jian Zhinian's arms, hugging his thighs for protection.

Jian Zhinian bent down and taught her how to set off fireworks. The little girl gradually became braver...

Only when everyone got tired of playing did he bring the little girl in and hand her to Shen Ruxin.

The party was coming to an end. Shen Ruxin turned on the TV and carried Nian Nian into the house.

When he came out again, he didn't see his son in the living room.

She searched for a moment and saw him in the yard.

Alone and helpless, with only one's shadow for company.

He tilted his head back, facing the cold wind, and watched other people's fireworks in the sky.

Fireworks fade away quickly...

Shen Ruxin's nose suddenly felt sore. She opened the door, walked over, and stood next to Jian Zhinian.

"Zhi Nian..."

A loud whistling sound of fireworks rushed into the darkness, drowning out the words Shen Ruxin was about to say.

Jian Zhinian had already turned his head, no longer feeling lonely. He had a faint smile on his face and said, "Mom, why did you come out? Go back to your room and get some rest."

"Zhi Nian, didn't you bring Mu Xingchen back with you?"

Jian Zhinian froze, shook his head, and said, "No."

Not only that, but you probably won’t be able to bring it back in the future.

Jian Zhinian is not actually fragile, but... but... he has to be strong.

Life must go on.

"Mom, next year I might..."

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated and a special message tone rang out. Jian Zhinian paused and took out his phone...

Under normal circumstances, Jian Zhinian would not have been so sensitive, let alone on a day like tonight, when everyone was bombarded with New Year greetings from all over the country.

But Jian Zhinian had waited too long for this special voice.

He opened it and saw two clear lines of words next to the portrait of a snowy mountain.

He opened his eyes wide in shock, his pupils flickering in disbelief.

Is this possible?

Just like someone hands you a bucket of water in the desert, someone helps you fly high in the abyss.

Jian Zhinian couldn't believe it.

He just felt the phone in his hand vibrate again, which made Jian Zhinian's heart beat rapidly, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to cover all the sounds of the fireworks.

He rubbed his eyes, his hands holding the phone trembling, and looked at the text on the phone again:

——At 9 a.m. on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, at the Civil Affairs Bureau on University Road, think carefully over the next few days. If you are willing, bring your ID.

——If you don’t want to, don’t come.

There is no context. There is no context.

Jian Zhinian pursed his lips and responded quickly.

——Okay, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Shen Ruxin looked at Jian Zhinian in surprise. The moment she received a message and replied to it, she became lively again.

She opened her mouth and wanted to ask a question, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"It's almost New Year's Eve, let's set off the fireworks."

"Okay."

Jian Zhinian took a lighter, walked to the middle of the yard, and lit his own fireworks. When the fireworks exploded in the night sky, the new year arrived...

Jian Zhinian looked up and prayed silently towards the fireworks.

How great it would be if this could happen!

The first to seventh days of the Chinese New Year are probably the most torturous days of a year, but also the most anticipated days.

Although Shen Ruxin didn't know what had happened, she was secretly happy to see Jian Zhinian in a good mood.

There wasn't much to do during the New Year, as people mostly rested. Shen Ruxin often cooked for them herself, and in just a few days, Jian Zhinian's cheeks had visibly regained some of their growth.

Shen Ruxin was very pleased.

On the seventh day of the New Year, Jian Zhinian got up before dawn. He took a hot bath, dried his hair, put on his pajamas, and changed clothes one after another in front of the closet, but he was still not satisfied.

He was a little upset that he didn't go out to buy a new set of clothes a few days ago. He knew that he had to take pictures today...

But it was too late this early in the morning.

Finally, Jian Zhinian remembered that he seemed to have a set of new clothes bought last year in the school dormitory that he had not had time to wear. He hurriedly changed into a set of clothes and went downstairs while talking to Shen Ruxin in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm too late. I won't eat at home in the morning."

"What's too late..."

The only answer to Shen Ruxin was the sound of a door slamming...

Shen Ruxin was holding the spatula in her hand and was stunned for a moment. When did her son become so impatient?

This villa is quite a drive from K University. Even if Jian Zhinian drove fast, it took him more than half an hour. He hurried upstairs, found the clothes and tried them on. They were barely acceptable, but a little wrinkled...

He ironed it again and waited until everything was ready. When he looked at the time, it was already half past eight.

Jian Zhinian was startled and hurriedly opened the door and went downstairs. He had a strong sense of time and was never late.

The Civil Affairs Bureau on University Road is actually not far from K University, so it is impossible to be late based on the distance.

But he was just anxious. He was afraid that Mu Qingyuan would wait for him and become impatient.

Or it could be;

Deep down, he was afraid that Mu Qingyuan would regret it...

He was anxious to get this done.

Perhaps only with that stamp of steel can Jian Zhinian feel at peace.

There were more and more cars on the road, and Jian Zhinian couldn't increase the speed much, so he could only drive slowly.

When passing a traffic light intersection, the countdown for the green light was sufficient. He turned left skillfully, and at the moment he straightened the car, he saw out of the corner of his eye a car rushing towards him at a high speed.

Jian Zhinian has always been focused when driving and has quick reactions. Without thinking, he stepped on the accelerator deeply. The luxury SUV has excellent acceleration performance and the car body suddenly rushed forward.

--boom!

With a loud bang, Jian Zhinian's heart trembled and cold sweat broke out on his back. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

I looked through the rearview mirror and saw a car accident behind me. Two cars crashed and stopped on the green belt. The front of one car was seriously hit, and the body of another car was dented.

He immediately called 120 and planned to pull over.

Unexpectedly, the driver of the car behind popped his head and shouted, "There's a traffic jam. Unrelated vehicles please move away. The traffic police are here!"

Jian Zhinian got off the car and took a look. The traffic management in the university town area was very good, and there were traffic police on duty at several key intersections all year round.

A moment later, he heard the sound of an ambulance and glanced at the already congested traffic. The road was not wide and his car took up one lane.

Jian Zhinian raised his hand and looked at the time. It was eight fifty-five.

He looked at the situation and saw that the traffic police were there and an ambulance was nearby. He couldn't help much, so he quickly got in the car so as not to cause more traffic jams.

At ten minutes past nine, Jian Zhinian parked the car, holding a document bag in his hand, and hurriedly got out of the car...