The black-bellied school bully is chasing after me

Sang Jingming's voice was neither loud nor soft, with a hint of teasing.

Ji Ju over here blushed quietly when he heard this address.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"What's the matter? Brother Ji Yu, why are you going to explain to me why there are girls around you?"

Leaning on the bed, Sang Jingming spoke to Ji Jue slowly.

He didn't believe that Ji Yu had done something bad behind his back, but as the main wife, he still had to establish his majesty, otherwise he wouldn't be able to restrain him in the future.

"That's my grandfather's neighbor. We used to play together when we were young. Today, I followed our family's car to buy new year's goods. I also bought two small lanterns. I'll show you later."

He moved quickly and sent a photo in a short while.

In the photo, two small red lanterns hang on both sides of the gate, very festive.

The two calves clasped their hands, as if they were paying New Year's greetings to them.

"It's pretty." Sang Jingming said slowly.

"right."

"Ah."

"What did your family buy for the New Year?" Ji Ju asked excitedly.

Compared to Ji Ji's bustle, his house is a bit deserted.

The relatives of Sang Chao and Zhang Min are gone, only these two people and Sang Jingming are left.

The three of them formed a small family and lived together like this.

Seven or eight years have passed for Sang Jingming.

I wasn't used to it at first, but then I got used to it.

At the end of the new year, the staff of government agencies are getting busier, especially those with positions like Zhang Min.

Compared to her, Sang Chao is very free.

The students were on vacation, and he had nothing to do. Just in time for the Chinese New Year, he would clean up, cook, wash clothes and so on at home.

He did all the work that belonged to Zhang Min.

Now Sang Chao is standing in front of the big pot in the kitchen, concentrating on frying something.

Seeing him coming out, he quickly waved to him: "Come, come, come, see what I have done for you."

Holding the phone, he walked into the kitchen in a few steps.

Glancing into the pot lightly, Sang Jingming saw golden twists and hemp balls and other snacks to satisfy hunger.

"It's not good yet, I can eat it later."

But Sang Jingming showed a lack of interest.

"I do not want to eat."

"Look, you don't eat anything! It would be great if Ji Jue was here, he must like it." Ji Guangping was quite emotional, thinking of Ji Jue's happiness.

"Then you go and get him back and let him taste your skills."

Arms folded, Sang Jingming said lazily.

If his father finds Ji Yu back, then he has to thank him.

After all, he hadn't seen Ji Yu for a long time, so he felt strange.

Thinking of this, Sang Jingming went back to the house to chat with Ji Yu.

He typed slowly: [Our family's New Year's Eve is not as lively as yours. It's very quiet and deserted. I miss you too. 】

"When did you become so flirtatious?"

Muttering silently, Ji Ju comforted him: "It's okay, we can meet after the Chinese New Year! Wait patiently until I come back."

Love makes people soft.

Ji Jie never imagined that the two people who were so tit for tat at the beginning would say such sweet words now.

With a smile on his lips, he said to himself: "I really like him."

A few days later, the Spring Festival came.

According to the custom in their hometown, Ji Yu and the others have to keep watch until the next morning.

In order to keep himself awake, Ji Ju took a nap at noon.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala will be broadcast on time.

The family gathers around the table to make dumplings and watch the gala by the way.

Ji Jie doesn't know how to make dumplings, so he rolls the dumpling wrappers for them. Grandpa Ji is very old and concentrates on watching the Spring Festival Gala. Grandma Ji and Lin Meimei are the main force in making dumplings.

Ji Guangping was in charge of boiling water for them and preparing other food and drinks.

The family is happy.

This is, the mobile phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrated, and he patted the white face on his hands. Ji Yu clicked to answer, and greeted the people inside skillfully.

"Uncle Sang, Aunt Sang, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Happy Chinese New Year, Yuji."

Sang Chao said hello to Ji Ju while having a face-to-face meeting.

They were also making dumplings, and Sang Jingming was helping.

Zhang Min didn't know anything, just sat and watched in embarrassment.

Turning the phone around, it turned to Sang Jingming's side, and a faint voice came into Ji Ju's eardrum through the phone, like a warning: "Ji Ju, didn't you see me?"

Ji Ju nodded hurriedly: "I see, I see. Come, let me show you my grandma and grandpa."

The camera was aimed at the faces of the two old people, and Ji Ju asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Sang Jingming put away his laxness and greeted the two old people seriously: "Happy Chinese New Year, grandparents."

Grandma Ji smiled: "Happy Chinese New Year! Wait for Grandma to give you a red envelope."

"Grandma is biased, so she didn't tell me." Ji Ju said immediately.

"You have it too, you have it too."

After a short exchange, everyone was busy.

The sound of rolling leather and the sound of the party on both sides intertwined, but neither Ji Ju nor Sang Jingming hung up the phone first, even though they were busy, they didn't look at each other.

A silent tacit understanding circulated between the two.

In the end, they didn't automatically cut off the video until Sang Jingming's phone was turned off.

After making the dumplings, Lin Meimei took them to the kitchen.

Glancing at the people outside the door, she quietly whispered to her husband.

"Do you think the relationship between Juju and Sangsang is so good? I was on the video call just now, and no one hung up first."

"Maybe it is."

Taking the initiative to give up the position of chef, Ji Guangping tactfully stepped aside.

Lin Meimei lifted the lid of the pot, and the white air came out. The whole kitchen was filled with white air, like a dream.

Raising her hand to dissipate the heat, Lin Meimei put the dumplings into the pot.

They eat first, and then set off firecrackers when the time is up.

While fiddling with the dumplings in the pot, Lin Meimei said, "But to be honest, I still have my doubts about Sang Jingming's high school entrance examination results. He usually performed really well. Although we were no longer with him at the time, we would always inquire about him." How come the high school entrance examination is so bad all of a sudden?"

"The performance is unstable."

"I don't think it's like..."

Lin Meimei had doubts in her heart, but she didn't know what she doubted.

"Don't worry about it. When a horse stumbles, it's time for people to make mistakes? Besides, gold shines everywhere. Look how much the principal of the Fourth Middle School cherishes him."

"Okay, I don't want to."

While they were cooking dumplings, Ji Ju sat in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala with the two elderly people.

Grandma Ji took Ji Ju's hand and asked softly, "Ji Ju, do you have any money in your phone?"

"some."

"Transfer some money to Sangsang later, just say it's my new year's money for him."

"……it is good."

Although puzzled, Ji Yu still complied.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Grandma Ji sigh with emotion: "Grandma Sangsang has been gone for so many years, this child probably hasn't received a red envelope for many years."

Chinese New Year red envelopes are not about the amount of money.

It is a heart and blessing from the elders.

Elder Sang Jingming passed away for so long, Grandma Ji Ju had met Sang Jingming a few times, and he was so kind to her grandson, and even gave his grandson extra lessons.

As an elder, she naturally wants to express her gratitude.

But Ji Ju obviously couldn't think of so much, so he agreed.

After the family finished eating the dumplings, they gathered around to watch the Spring Festival Gala and waited for the firecrackers to be set off.

Just after eleven o'clock, firecrackers sounded from all directions in the village, and colorful fireworks exploded in the air, leaving behind a short-lived beauty.

Grandpa Ji was a good thing when he was young.

Hearing this sound, he couldn't sit still anymore, and directed Ji Guangping and Ji Yu: "Go quickly, our house also wants to set off firecrackers!"

The two of them ran outside in thick clothes and set up the firecrackers.

The last fireworks were set off by Ji Guangping, and Ji Ju recorded them all with his mobile phone and sent them to Sang Jingming.

Accompanying text: [Happy Chinese New Year, I will send you a firework. 】

Sang Jingming replied: [Fireworks are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.Without someone who is always by my side, it is lonely to leave me alone.It's hard to restrain my longing for the beauty, I hope she will take pity on me and come back soon. 】

This man's words are full of thoughts about him.

It made Ji Yu blush in the weather of more than ten degrees below zero.

The cold wind can't blow off the heat on the face, and it can't extinguish the longing for Liaoyuan.

Ji Ji can't sleep tonight.

He still has to watch his age.

Five minutes before twelve o'clock, he sent a big red envelope to Sang Jingming.

Accompanying text: [Happy New Year, another year older.This is the New Year's money my grandma gave you, please keep it well. 】

It was a surprise that the red envelope came.

Even Sang Jingming, who has always been smart, didn't understand why Grandma Ji gave him red envelopes.

Ji Ju explained: "Blessings from the elders."

Immediately afterwards, he sent a red envelope to Sang Jingming: [New year's money for my jealous husband. 】

The money is not much, only 100 yuan.

Sang Jingming returned the gift as usual: [Snack money for my lovely wife. 】

Well, 520 yuan.

New Year's Eve always has a festive atmosphere.

No matter how tired you are during the year and how far you are from home, you must go home and have a look, just to have a reunion dinner with your family.

In the quiet and dilapidated room, Zhang Ying was crying with her arms folded.

Xi Jian stood in front of him, protecting his mother.

Holding the wine bottle in his hand, Xi Aiguo smashed it to the ground and kicked over the plastic stool in front of his feet: "Didn't you say you have no money!? You can buy so many delicious things without money!? Ah?!"

Slowly clenched his fist and let go, Xi Jian said coldly: "This is my money."

"Your money!? I didn't give you your money!?"

Not wanting to talk nonsense with the mother and son, Xi Aiguo stepped forward to catch Xi Jian: "Come here, come here for me! Let me ask you, where is the money? Give me, give me!"

Xi Jianchang was already a head taller than his father, and Xi Aiguo's momentum was very low when he was pulling him.

The size of the board cut during the rebellious period has not been changed until now. When Xi Jian is silent and squints, his aura is very bluffing.

Xi Aiguo frowned, not liking this obvious contrast.

In my impression, Xi Jian should still be the little carrot head.

"No."

Pulling his hand away forcefully, Xi Jian's voice was very cold.

"No, right?!" Xi Aiguo lost his temper, "Then no one will eat it! I will let you eat it, and I will let you eat it! No one is allowed to eat it!"

Overturned the table.

The dishes that had been placed were scattered all over the floor, and the oil juice splashed all over the floor.

Xi Aiguo didn't seem to be satisfied, he smashed the house to pieces to be comfortable.

Then staggered away.

Zhang Ying covered her face and only knew how to cry, not daring to say a single harsh word.

Xi Jian felt upset and wanted to rush out and beat his father up.

Just as he was about to rush out, the phone rang.