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It's time for sugar!Ning Jue's New Year's Weibo at 00:13, and He Dingxi's New Year's Weibo at 00:14, together they are 1314, a lifetime!

Netizen A: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Netizen B: What a humble way to eat...

Netizen C: Landlord, they are posting so close to each other, you might as well say that they are together for the Chinese New Year to be more reliable.

Netizen D: Upstairs, how bold the dream is and how productive the land is.

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It happened to be five o'clock in the evening when He Dingxi and Ning Jue arrived home, and He Jun and Zhao Rongrong were busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

A hot pot has been set up on the table, and the boiling soup is steaming out.

"Ah! Isn't this Ning Jue?" Zhao Rongrong was performing the flipping spoon in the kitchen, when he saw Ning Jue walking into the living room out of the corner of his eye, he was so surprised that he almost smashed the pot.

She threw a pot of taro chicken in her hand on the stove, and rushed out of the kitchen as if her butt was on fire, shouting loudly: "Old He! Old He! Hurry up, hurry up, take out the poster I bought I want Ning Jue to sign it for me!"

From the looks of it, Zhao Rongrong had already thrown her unlucky son who hadn't come home for a long time to the sky.

"Dingxi said that Xiao Ning will stay at our house for a few days." He Jun knew Zhao Rongrong's virtues like the palm of his hand, and quickly stopped her: "There will be opportunities in the future, you can sign or do whatever you want, don't rush. "

"Oh, like this."

Zhao Rongrong paused, his feverish head calmed down, and finally remembered his identity as the head of the house.

Once a person's brain is calm, the mind becomes active.Zhao Rongrong's bright eyes like torches scanned Ning Jue and He Dingxi twice, and showed a meaningful smile to himself.

When He Dingxi saw Zhao Rongrong's expression, he knew that his mother was thinking about something messy, so he interrupted quickly: "Dad, Mom, let me introduce you. This is my friend Ning Jue."

He Jun knows Ning Jue, and Zhao Rongrong has been fascinated by him recently. Some time ago, when he snapped up the skin care products endorsed by Ning Jue, he tortured him a lot.So when he sees Ning Jue's handsome face, he still subconsciously thinks of the days when he was in front of the computer and started the robbery on time.

Ning Jue said hello to the two elders in a thoughtful manner, and then handed over a specially brought gift.The stinky virtues in the weekdays have been cleaned up, and she looks obedient.

Zhao Rongrong took the gift from Ning Jue and smiled like a wild chrysanthemum flower swaying in the spring breeze: "Oh, friend, friend, good friend, Dingxi has never brought friends back for the New Year."

The alarm bells in He Dingxi's mind rang!Zhao Rongrong's thinking at the moment is very dangerous.He couldn't help emphasizing again: "Mom, we are really friends."

"I know, friend, friend, I understand." As he spoke, Zhao Rongrong patted Ning Jue's shoulder thoughtfully and thoughtfully, and then blinked secretly: "Don't worry, auntie understands, young people. Little Ning, I will treat this as my home from now on."

You know shit.He Dingxi looked at He Jun begging for help, hoping that He Jun could come out and uphold justice, but unexpectedly He Jun also had a gratified smile on his face.

Ning Jue just stood at the side with a smile on his face, without saying a word, the words "watching a good show" were almost written on his face.

He Dingxi suddenly felt that today's words were unclear.

The second elder pulled Ning Jue to sit down on the sofa, and went back to the kitchen in full swing, leaving only He Dingxi to accompany him.

He Jun was a university professor before retiring, Zhao Rongrong was a doctor in a community hospital, and all relatives in the family were also educated people. It can be said that He Dingxi was born in a scholarly family.

The pillows on the sofa were made by Zhao Rongrong himself after retirement, and the bonsai pine trees on the flower stand were neatly trimmed.There is a noisy thrush under the window, fluttering its wings from time to time.

The small duplex building on the upper and lower floors was tidied up elegantly and warmly by the two elders, full of the breath of life.

A special Spring Festival program was broadcasting on TV. Amidst the blaring background music of gongs and drums, He Dingxi glanced at Ning Jue who was watching TV with great interest, and explained: "My mother talks a lot when she is old, don't mind."

"Why bother?" Ning Jue stared at the TV intently, and said with a smile, "You really don't know your blessings when you are in the midst of blessings."

It's not that the two elders are so rare, He Dingxi has been famous for many years and he is considered a wrist, Zhao Rongrong hasn't seen any big or small stars?It's just that He Dingxi has had too much gossip over the years, and people around him come and go.This year, for the first time ever, Zhao Rongrong brought a person to his home. Zhao Rongrong was overjoyed for a while, and he didn't care whether the person was a man or a woman.

Because of Ning Jue's arrival, Zhao Rongrong worked hard at the New Year's Eve dinner.In a short period of time, she used eighteen kinds of martial arts, and prepared a table of dishes beyond the level of a state banquet.

Ning Jue is also the master who will cheer. He sat down at the round table with a smile on his face, eating crystal shrimps made by Zhao Rongrong for a while, and drinking a bowl of abalone chicken soup made by He Jun for a while.The habitual biting mouth was as sweet as honey today, and a few words made the old man happy.

He Dingxi looked at Ning Jue, and suddenly remembered an unsubstantiated statement: It is said that cats are animals that respect the elders and love the young. They are extremely patient with the elderly and children, and only show their teeth and claws to people in the middle age group.

Thinking of this, He Dingxi couldn't help laughing, and was caught by Ning Jue beside him.

Ning Jue sneakily kicked him under the table, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you laughing furtively?"

"It's nothing." He Ding took a sip of soup in a suit, lowered his head to hide the smile on his lips.

When the Spring Festival Gala started, Zhao Rongrong happily took out two big red envelopes, threw one at He Dingxi's hand, and handed the other to Ning Jue himself.

He Dingxi was very dissatisfied with Zhao Rongrong's differential treatment, and was about to talk to his mother about it, when Zhao Rongrong said to Ning Jue with a loving face: "Take it, the New Year's money."

That attitude was closer than that of his own son.

In Ning Jue's limited social experience, he usually only receives red envelopes when his boyfriend and girlfriend visit for the first time.He looked at the big red envelope, and then at Zhao Rongrong who had an earnest face, and for a moment he felt that it was wrong to accept it, and it was wrong to refuse it.

"Take it." Seeing Ning Jue's devastated expression, He Dingxi almost laughed out loud: "It's our family's rule that unmarried people can receive 'New Year's money'."

"Thank you, Sister Rongrong." Ning Jue reached out to take the red envelope from Zhao Rongrong's hand, and said obediently: "Gong Xi Fa Cai! Gong Xi Fa Cai!"

Ning Jue put the heavy red envelope into his bosom, and suddenly remembered that no one had given him "lucky money" for many years.

After dinner, Ning Jue and He Dingxi's family gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Zhao Rongrong pointed out the country through the screen, and at the same time asked Ning Jue all kinds of gossip about the entertainment industry.

Ning Jue picks and chooses, and chooses a few innocuous and interesting things to tell Zhao Rongrong, coaxing Zhao Rongrong into thinking that he has mastered the core secrets of the entertainment industry.

Seeing that the topic of Chao Rongrong was about to extend to the female stars who had an affair with Ning Jue, He Dingxi couldn't bear to watch, and reminded: "Ms. Zhao, it's almost time."

"You unfilial son, you have the nerve to say it!" Zhao Rongrong gave He Dingxi an angry look, and said: "I don't know anything if I ask you, it's useless in the entertainment industry."

Ning Jue was delighted to watch the mother and son grinding their lips, reaching for the big teacup on the table, but couldn't lift it for a while.The big teacup shook in Ning Jue's hand, then fell back onto the coffee table, splashing a large amount of water.

"What's wrong?" He Dingxi noticed Ning Jue's small movements, picked up the teacup and stuffed it into Ning Jue's hand, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ning Jue held the cup in both hands and lowered his head to take a sip of hot tea, and said casually to He Dingxi: "The right hand was injured in the past, and sometimes it's not very good when it's cold or humid."

For some reason, when Ning Jue mentioned this, He Dingxi thought of the rows of trophies on the bookshelf of Ning Jue's house for no reason.

He seemed to see a person's glory, but also saw a person's scars.

Without saying a word, He Dingxi got up and walked into the room, and returned to the living room after a while.He took out a blanket and threw it on Ning Jue, and then he sat down on the sofa beside Ning Jue.

Taking advantage of the time when Zhao Rongrong was peeling fruit, He Dingxi reached out and grabbed the back of Ning Jue's hand.

Ning Jue was taken aback, then turned his head to look at He Dingxi.

He Dingxi ignored Ning Jue's gaze, and commented nonchalantly: "It's a bit cold."

Then He Dingxi took the hand under the blanket again, and didn't let go.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, He Dingxi mysteriously called Ning Jue to stand up. Ning Jue didn't know what tricks he was playing, so he could only follow him to the balcony without knowing why.

When he came to the terrace, He Dingxi stuffed a bunch of firecrackers into Ning Jue's hands, and suddenly asked, "Is it forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers in the third ring road of S City?"

He Dingxi's question caught Ning Jue. For him, the Spring Festival is just a day when he doesn't have to work. He didn't notice these details in previous years.

"It's almost time." He Dingxi looked down at his watch, smiled at Ning Jue: "Three..."

He Dingxi supported Ning Jue's shoulders, made him face an open space, and then whispered in his ear: "When I count to one, you throw out the firecrackers in your hand, two..."

He Dingxi quickly lit the firecrackers and covered Ning Jue's ears with his hands.

"One...Happy New Year!"

All of a sudden, the endless sound of firecrackers sounded one after another, and countless fireworks rose to the sky from all directions, instantly lighting up the night sky,

According to tradition, people light fireworks together at twelve o'clock to welcome the new year with the sound of firecrackers.These fireworks and firecrackers come from every household, they are big and small, and they have different styles.They bloom randomly in the sky, seemingly out of order.

The sound of firecrackers was deafening, and there was nothing aesthetically pleasing about the dense places, except for the tears that choked the ground.

Ning Jue grew up in a wealthy family and became famous at a young age. He has participated in many ceremonies of various sizes, and he has seen all kinds of new things.

However, in his eyes, no matter how grand the firework festival is, it can't compare to the mess of human fireworks on the balcony of He Dingxi's house at the moment.