Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Mianyang's message was sent at the zero point, so accurate that Xiao Lang suspected that the other party had set a fixed-point sending message. The vibration of the mobile phone was especially obvious in the empty room. When the first sound rang, Xiao Lang was pulled from the half-dream and half-awake state. out.

Before Xiao Lang could fully wake up, he was dazed for a while before clicking on the picture, which showed Su Mianyang's family gathered around a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

Song Zhichun put his arms around Su Mei and made a scissors hand. Su Gu sat beside him and smiled. The one closest to the camera was Su Mianyang. He held up his mobile phone and took pictures of the whole family.

Su Mianyang, Class [-], Grade [-]: I haven't taken pictures like this before, and I'm not used to it. I originally wanted Meimei to hold my photo in, but it's a pity that Aunt Song refused.

Struggle Daisy: ...you are quite thoughtful.

Su Mianyang, Class [-], Grade [-]: Why don't you give me a photo, and I'll include you in it?

Struggle Daisy: You don't have to.

I thought the other party was just sending a message to celebrate the New Year. After seeing the photos, there was nothing to say. Unexpectedly, Su Mianyang's video call came in the next second. Xiao Lang didn't react, and he connected the video with a trembling hand.

Different from Xiao Lang's side, Su Mianyang's place was brightly lit, and the noise was mixed with the sound of firecrackers. During the period, he could still hear the stereo from the TV. All kinds of noisy sounds flooded in like a tide, filling the whole living room. blank.

It seemed that he was affected by the background sound, and Su Mianyang's voice was much louder than usual. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Hello? Why is it so dark over there? Is there a power outage?"

"No..."

"Wait, it's too noisy and I can't hear you." Su Mianyang said so, said a few words towards the dining table behind him, rushed to the second floor in a few steps, and quickly locked himself in the room.

At this time, he was in the mood to observe the screen carefully. Xiao Lang had already turned on the light, but it was still quiet, and there was no Chinese New Year atmosphere at all. Su Mianyang asked with some doubts: "Where are your family members?"

"My mother has to work." Xiao Lang said.

"What about your father?" Su Mianyang asked subconsciously.

Xiao Lang pursed his lips, "He's gone too."

"Grass?" Su Mianyang finally came to his senses, "You are the only one at home during the Chinese New Year?"

Xiao Lang did not deny it.

Su Mianyang scratched his hair irritably, he opened his mouth and closed it again, his eyes shifted back and forth, he hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind and said: "I'll go find you."

Xiao Lang was stunned, "What?"

"I said, I'll go find you." Su Mianyang repeated helplessly.

The comforting reply that had been planned in my mind was invalidated.

Regarding the two questions of "Where did your parents go" and "Are you alone at home during the New Year", Xiao Lang has already answered the two questions too many times.

Every time he gets a look of spectators or sympathy or teasing, he has long been immune to such a reaction, and there are too many ways to deal with it, but now suddenly someone tells him "I'll go find you", Xiao Lang didn't know how to answer.

"Why?" Xiao Lang's voice was as steady as usual, as if he was just asking an ordinary question, no one knew that his heart was not peaceful.

"Why, why, isn't the Chinese New Year just about having a happy reunion? The address." Su Mianyang said.

Xiao Lang's knuckles holding the phone tightened and then loosened, "It's too late now..."

Su Mianyang sighed, "Well, since you said that..."

Hearing Su Mianyang's compromising words, Xiao Lang didn't say anything, but the roller coaster of expectations that had been thrown high up swooped down like a roller coaster. It is undeniable that he was a little disappointed, but this was his own choice, and there was nothing to regret.

"Then I have to go." Su Mianyang suddenly said the unexpected second half of the sentence.

The sudden sound outside the window attracted Xiao Lang's attention. He looked out of the window, and the first firework exploded in the quiet night sky. The New Year's salute, which was more than ten minutes late, burned a gap in the night, and the starlight of blessing was here. Spilled in the world.

His heart was filled with some strange emotion, a feather lightly landed on the tip of Xiao Lang's heart, he didn't reject Su Mianyang anymore, and sent his address to Su Mianyang with his eyes lowered.

He is probably crazy.

Su Mianyang, who sneaked out of the house on a small electric donkey, thought so. He is really a talent for sneaking into other people's houses during the Chinese New Year. You don't need to think about how pretty Su Gu's face looks the next day.

But if he didn't regret it after asking him, Su Mianyang's answer would be absolutely, it would be better to spend the New Year with Xiao Lang in a family without a sense of belonging.At least the latter will not suspect him of cheating in the exam. Although the little classmate has a bit of a bad mouth, he is good-looking, and it is still very pleasing to the eye when he is not talking.

What a child, it's a pity that he has a mouth.

Su Mianyang suddenly thought of this sentence.

The New Year is the time for the reunion of thousands of families. He walked all the way and didn't see a single figure. It was early morning again, and the cold wind was blowing, making Su Mianyang, who was singing and riding a bicycle, feel a little bit of a joyride. He leaned against the side of the road parked the car.

There was something blurred in front of him, Su Mianyang only saw a person standing in front of the road through the dim street light, wearing white clothes like a ghost in the middle of the night, so scared that he couldn't help but groan.

What Xiao Lang sent was an approximate address. He is at the intersection now, so he has to make a phone call to ask for the specific house number.

The call was connected almost immediately, and Su Mianyang happily asked, "Guess where I am?"

There was a burst of electrical noise from the other end of the phone, followed by Xiao Lang's unique cool tone, "The intersection in front of the family courtyard?"

"Little classmate, you are amazing, you can guess right," Su Mianyang put one foot on the ground, straddled the electric donkey, leaned on the handlebars and lowered his voice, "But you definitely won't guess, there is another person wearing clothes at the intersection ahead." The idiot in white clothes is like a ghost, and he comes out in the middle of the night to scare people..."

There was silence on the phone for a while and there was no response. Su Mianyang felt a little strange but continued, "Hey, why don't you come out to pick me up?"

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, Su Mianyang was so frightened, he suddenly raised his head, saw Xiao Lang in white clothes standing in front of him, and hung up the phone in front of him.

Xiao Lang looked at him, "Huh? An idiot in white clothes? Like a ghost?"

"I mean..." Su Mianyang paused tactically, "You look like Xiaoqian in white clothes, you look so good that I'm an idiot."

Xiao Lang couldn't help laughing.

This was Su Mianyang's first visit to Xiao Lang's house. He roughly looked around. The whole room was not that big, but it was extremely clean. Everything was neatly arranged without any flaws, as if no one lived here.

Su Mianyang was a little envious. After all, he had a little friend named Su Mei at home. Not to mention anything else, the walls alone were full of crayon graffiti, and there was no chance to be so tidy in a short time.

"You... your family really doesn't look like a New Year's Eve." Su Mianyang sighed.

"I'm used to it. The New Year is neither reunion nor lively, but it's all the same." Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at Su Mianyang. His normally cold eyebrows seemed aggrieved because of this.

This made Su Mianyang suddenly think of a pastoral dog he raised a long time ago. Every time he went to school and had to leave the little guy at home, it showed such an aggrieved expression that Su Mianyang wanted to put Xiao The urge to rub Lang in his arms.

He thought so, and he did.

The two sat side by side on the sofa, about half a body apart, Su Mianyang leaned slightly, hugged Xiao Lang from the side, and buried his head in Xiao Lang's shoulder socket.

The overwhelming scent of soap made Su Mianyang's head buzz, and the red and green colors of the world were mixed together, making him feel a little not sober.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Lang was a little surprised to be hugged suddenly, but he didn't push Su Mianyang away, but asked softly after feeling a little loose in his embrace.

"As soon as I saw you..." Su Mianyang's voice was very low, the two of them were very close to each other, and when they spoke, the hot air hit Xiao Lang's ears, and Xiao Lang could feel the skin behind his ears getting hotter. It felt bad, "I just thought of the dog that my family had before."

Xiao Lang pushed Su Mianyang away expressionlessly.

After Su Mianyang pasted up the New Year pictures brought from home, the room had the prototype of the New Year. It is undeniable that the symbols of the festival can always make people feel the due atmosphere the fastest.

For example, the reason why a home is a home rather than a residence is that there are more representative family members in the house.

Su Mianyang urged to do a full set of things, and also pasted the couplets outside the door, Xiao Lang had no choice but to follow him.

Moving the small stool to the front of the door and stepping on it, Su Mianyang coughed and let the sensor light enter the lighting state.

When the dim light came on, Xiao Lang couldn't help but think of Liu Ming. The only Spring Festival he spent with Liu Ming in the three years of junior high school was with Liu Ming. There was a knock on his door on New Year's Eve.

At that time, he was the same as now. He turned off the light in the living room and huddled in the corner of the sofa. After hearing the knock on the door, Xiao Lang walked over hesitantly and opened the door. The action of pushing the door open caused the sensor light on the top of the door to work automatically. , although the light bulb was in disrepair and the light was dim, it barely worked.

So when Liu Ming appeared, his whole body was glowing with unreal light. He stood there smiling, holding a bowl of glutinous rice balls in his hand. The light rushed into the living room from behind him, and surrounded Xiao Lang tightly. There is nowhere to escape.

Probably some people were born to be favored by the heavens, and the Creator bestowed light and heat on them, so that no matter where they were, the light on their bodies would not be lost.

Su Mianyang stood on the small stool and pasted the horizontal sticker, took a rough look, and asked Xiao Lang beside him, "Is the sticker crooked?"

"No," Xiao Lang regained his senses and said, "It's pretty good."

"Okay, let's call it a day and get ready for bed." Su Mianyang stretched his waist and yawned. He took the small stool and walked into the house first, stepped inside, and stood beside the door waiting for it to close.

However, Xiao Lang behind him didn't seem to hear his words, and stood there looking at the sensor light in a daze.

"Xiao Lang," Su Mianyang, who was leaning against the door frame, covered his mouth and yawned again before he could finish his sentence, "Come here, go home and sleep."

One sentence dragged Xiao Lang out of the past, and the light in the living room had not been turned off since Su Mianyang made the video.Different from the weak brightness of sensor light bulbs, the light sticks hanging in the house illuminate the house as if it were daytime. With the threshold as an imprecise dividing line, the inside and outside of the house are divided into two worlds of light and darkness.

Su Mianyang extended an invitation to him on the other side of the threshold, so Xiao Lang hardly thought about it, turned around and threw himself into Guangming's embrace.