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In the early morning of the third day of junior high school, Luo Jiaan arrived at the pier early and squatted on the stone steps by the river, playing in the water.

The taste of the new year has not dissipated, the wreckage of the firecrackers on the street was swept away by the wind, people have not come out to walk around, and the street is lonely.

He was the one who picked up the person, so it would be unreasonable to ask to deliver it when he was leaving. After all, the Xing family couldn't bear to part with Xing Ping, so naturally they needed to say goodbye.

In this case, he won't send it away, just take a look at it when he leaves.

The old boatman poked his head out from the boat tent and asked him, "Are you squatting there waiting for someone?"

"Wait for Brother Xing Ping." Luo Jiaan replied calmly.

The old boatman waved his hand: "Then don't wait, he will leave in the middle of the night."

"Impossible, he told me to leave at seven." Luo Jiaan stood up suddenly.

"Let's just leave, can I lie to you?" The old boatman snorted, leaned on the bow, and looked up at the sky with his legs crossed: "Look at him in a hurry, it seems that something happened in the city, and he is in a hurry. Go... By the way, he seems to have put something in your boat cabin."

"No, no!" Luo Jiaan jumped onto his boat, unsteady, and half-kneeled on the board, hurting his knee.He was about to get up, when he suddenly saw a square peachwood box on the chair of the canopy.

That's Xing Ping's stuff.

Regardless of the swaying of the ship, he rushed over and looked around but couldn't find the key, so he smashed the box open in annoyance, a ball of red silk fell out, and hit the ground with a bang.

Leaving without saying goodbye is never a good sign.

Luo Jiaan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to open the red silk, and saw inside, a clear and moist Hetian jade Guanyin pendant lay quietly in the middle, matching the red silk that wrapped it, it was a bit dazzling.

Luo Jiaan stared at the jade for a while, then wore it around his neck, stuffed it into his clothes, and stuck it to his skin.

A cold touch woke him up.

Familiar handwriting on the note: "Jia'an: New Year's gift, I wish you peace and happiness for the rest of the year."

He read the typesetting back and forth several times, and after regaining his senses, he took out leather gloves from the big pocket of his old coat and prepared to put them on, but when he was halfway through them, he suddenly felt reluctant, so he carefully put them back into his pockets.

He turned up his collar, just like the old boatman, leaning against the wooden railing of the cabin, staring at the sky in a daze.

It's just year after year, year after year.

The water is warm in the mandarin duck play, so the dream is desolate, and the spring grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River.

spring banquet