Walking in the snow and listening to the sound of firecrackers coming from afar, the two of them walked together in the snow-white world, stepping on the soft snowflakes under their feet. At this time, silence is better than sound.

The two of them walked around the factory silently, and Shuang'er was half a step behind Xiaojun, looking at his back.

"Are you tired of this always?" Xiaojun turned around and asked Shuang'er.

The sudden question made Shuang'er stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, shook her head and said, "No, as long as you still need me and don't hate me, I will always stand behind you, be your shadow, and help you clear all obstacles. I am your sharpest weapon."

"What should I give back to this deep affection?" Xiaojun walked to Shuang'er's side, hugged her gently, and supported a piece of sky to block the slightly blowing cold wind for her.

Shuang'er leaned against Xiaojun's chest, felt this rare warm harbor, and murmured: "Remember Jiang Qingying's words? That's exactly what I want to say. Remember the scene just now? That's exactly what I pursue. As long as you can remember my existence and have a few meals with me, I will be satisfied. Zhou Xiaoyu loves you very much, and it is indeed the most suitable for you. Cherish her."

"What kind of virtue is Zuo Haojun? How can I bear it?" Xiaojun raised his head, looked at the sky, and tried to stop the tears in his eyes.

Shuang'er raised her hand and gently stroked Xiaojun's cheek. Her voice replied in a vague way: "A good man is a poison for women, and you are the most poisonous poison in the world for me. The poison deeply invades my heart and is hopeless."

Until she drove out of the factory, Xiaojun's mind still had Shuang'er's emotional words echoed in his mind. Unexpectedly, the strong Shuang'er had such a gentle and lovely side, deeply touching the fragility deep in his heart. I believe no man would reject such a woman. He blamed himself for having a woman worthy of life protection, so he had to endure the reluctance in his heart without making any promises like Shuang'er.

Only by rolling open the window, letting the cold wind blow into the car, feeling the constant cold air coming, Xiaojun felt that the stuffiness in his chest could be expressed.

The deserted streets and empty roads quickly made Xiaojun rushed to Jiang Qingying's doorstep, stopped the car, lit a smoke, and quietly looked at the window of Jiang Qingying's room on the second floor.

The Jiang family is very lively during the New Year, and some relatives and friends are coming one after another.

Jiang Qingying was a little uncomfortable with the lively occasions. Looking at the happy faces of relatives and friends in the hall, she could still slightly integrate into it in previous years, but this year, she was completely in a state of no mood. Without him, the New Year has lost the source of happiness for herself.

I walked back to my room silently, stood in front of the window, and looked out through the gaps in the window grilles.

A new car I had never seen before was parked at its door, and a wisp of green smoke slowly floated out of the car and looked into the car along the green smoke. In an instant, Jiang Qingying's calm face suddenly roared, and she put on a coat and ran out of the room.

"Xiaoying, what are you doing?" Jiang's mother naturally had already discovered that her daughter was unhappy. At this time, she suddenly saw a smile on the corner of her daughter's mouth and left the house in a hurry. She asked in surprise.

"Mom, I'll go out." After replying to his mother briefly, Jiang Qingying quickly pushed open the door and left home.

When I arrived outside the door, I stood next to the car and saw a pile of cigarette butts extinguished on the snow. I said to the people in the car with a little complaint: "Why are you smoking so much cigarettes? Why don't you go in when you come?"

"I'm afraid it will affect you, haha, sitting here is the same as seeing you. It's cold outside, come and come to the car." Xiaojun smiled and signaled Jiang Qingying to get in the car.

"Well? What a big smell of smoke, it smells so bad. You are still drinking, why do you still have a smell of alcohol?" Jiang Qingying just got into the car and smelled Xiaojun's smoke and alcohol.

"I just went to the factory to have a drink with Brother Hu. Why, does it smell bad?" Xiaojun also lowered his head and sniffed it.

"Haha, it doesn't smell bad, as long as it's yours, it doesn't smell bad." Jiang Qingying said, leaning her head gently on Xiaojun's shoulder.

"Are you happy during the New Year?"

"I was unhappy just now, but now I'm happy."

The two of them did not speak anymore, and quietly leaned on each other, keeping them until the sky darkened and time reached 4:30.

"Go back, don't let her wait too long." Jiang Qingying sat upright and said with a dim feeling.

Looking at Jiang Qingying, who had opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, Xiaojun whispered: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Qingying paused for a moment, and did not look back, and said, "You are not sorry for anyone. Go back for the New Year, I am very happy today."

Looking at the figure disappearing into the door, Xiaojun sighed, started the car and drove home.

Behind the Jiang family's gate, his eyes were staring at the far away car, and he closed the door until he disappeared.

Later on, Jiang Qingying's mother found that her daughter had been out for a while in the afternoon and had a different mental outlook after she came back. She could see that she was in a much better mood. She couldn't help but feel a little strange and asked her daughter: "Xiaoying, what did she do when she went out in the afternoon? She was in such a good mood?"

"I didn't do anything, I just went out and took a walk."

"Come on? Xiaoying, tell mom, have you got a boyfriend?"

"No, mom, don't guess it, just turn around and feel better."

Xiaojun returned home and saw that there had been a lot of dishes at home. He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his body secretly. He stayed with Jiang Qingying in the afternoon and forgot about the time. It was a big night. If he came back late, his mother would probably get angry.

"Xiaojun, why did you come back? Why didn't your two friends invite us to celebrate the New Year?" Zuo Aiguo saw his son coming back, thinking about the Han Hu brothers and sisters that Xiaoyu mentioned, and quickly asked.

"They just came, and they were not used to it. I accompanied them to have some food and some wine."

"Oh!" Zuo Aiguo responded with regret. He was interested in the so-called Wanli Tracing and continued to ask: "Son, what secret technique can your friend's Wanli Tracing? Can you teach our army soldiers?"

"Dad, let's not talk about it for now that it is a unique secret technique. It is impossible to spread it outside. Even if Brother Hu is willing to spread it, it cannot be promoted in our army. That secret technique has its own special nature. Don't worry about it. If it can be promoted, I would have thought of a way to promote it long ago."

"What a pity. If it can be promoted, the combat effectiveness of our troops will be greatly increased." Zuo Aiguo said a few words to himself, then as if he had thought of something, he looked up and said to Xiaojun: "Son, I think you should go to the kitchen to comfort your mother who is about to get angry! She said it several times, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Ah!" Xiaojun naturally knew his mother's character of being soft on the outside and hard on the inside. It was okay to offend her father. If her mother was really angry, she wouldn't be able to coax her casually.

He quickly ran into the kitchen and shouted to his mother who was busy in the kitchen: "Mom, I'm back from your son, I'm officially reporting to you."

Li Xue heard Xiaojun's voice, turned around and came to his side, knocked him on the head and said, "You little brat, you don't have to stay at home during the New Year, so you'll run out for an afternoon."

"Mom, aren't I a friend who went to see the factory? Xiaoyu must have told you all, friends who have helped me a lot, for the New Year, I can't accompany them to drink some wine or have some food?" Xiaojun explained with his arms around Li Xue's shoulder.

Li Xue was actually just a few words from her son. She knew what he was going to do, so she wouldn't really blame him. She just said again with a little anger: "Why don't you bring your friend to your house?"

"They don't like a crowded environment, so I didn't force it. By the way, mom, I have to go out?"

"Well? You're going to run out for dinner, where are you going?" Li Xue's eyes glared at that time.

"I want to pick up Zhang Dashan to our house. My former comrade-in-arms has no relatives anymore. I want to ask him to come to our house for the New Year." Xiaojun naturally would not forget this comrade-in-arms. He had originally thought of going to invite Dashan early in the morning, but it was a killing person in the gentle village in the afternoon. It was not until he was home that he remembered the invitation to Dashan.

Xiaojun ran to the living room and mentioned this matter to Zuo Aiguo. Just as he was about to walk out the door, he was stopped by Zuo Aiguo.

"Dashan went out of the army yesterday and said that he would accompany the soldiers who could not go home for the New Year to celebrate the New Year. I also agreed. I have invited you. Dashan will come to our house during the Lantern Festival. When you think of these things, the cucumbers and vegetables are cold. I don't know what you do in a day. Why are you so busy? You are even busier than you, Uncle Zhou and Uncle Zhang."

"Thank you, dad." Xiaojun scratched his head. Indeed, he had been trapped in the whirlpool of emotions for a while, and his mind was always in chaos.

"It's time to eat, let's serve, the food is all." Li Xue walked out of the kitchen and shouted to the men in the hall.

The New Year’s Eve dinner is the most important part of the traditional Chinese festival, and it has been passed down for many generations.

This year, Zuo Zhou and Zhang San's family gathered together because of a few children and became a family. Even when eating the New Year's Eve dinner, it seemed very lively, especially warm, and the feeling of reunion was very strong.

Zuo Aiguo, Zhou Weimin and Zhang Tianyang pushed for a long time. Who would bring this first glass of wine? In the end, Zuo Aiguo, the owner, came to bring the glass and spoke: "For many years, there has been no real family reunion to celebrate the Spring Festival. This year is good. Not only are our four people reunited, but we also have so many more families. I am very happy. Here, I hope that our future lives will get better and better, work will get better and better, and health will get better. Come, cheers, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year!"

Everyone here stood up and wished a happy New Year together.

In the rest of the time, everyone here brought a cup toast, wishing everyone a smooth new year, a meal was full of enthusiasm, and everyone was in a very high mood. It was just over the uncomfortable era, and now it was peaceful. It was a dream for everyone to have a reunion and a happy Spring Festival.

In this era, there was no other entertainment activity, only such a New Year's Eve dinner. The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the public's spiritual New Year's Eve dinner, does not exist yet. Everyone has no energy to wait until midnight to celebrate the New Year. After dinner, the three families all went out and set off firecrackers and fireworks in the yard. Xiaojun bought a large pile of fireworks, enough to hold a small fireworks and fireworks at home. Although the variety of fireworks is a bit monotonous, it is better than nothing.

"Bang! Pong! Bang!"

Fireworks and firecrackers such as rats, second kicks, spinning tops, sky-rushing cannons, etc. were ignited one by one.

The sound of firecrackers and sparks flew everywhere, indicating that the new year is booming. Everyone set off some firecrackers. Even Xiaoyu, who was always a little scared, set off a second kick with courage. Listening to the loud noise from the sky, Xiaoyu crawled into Xiaojun's arms, afraid that he would collapse.

Xiaoyu's expression and movements caused everyone to laugh. Dajun and Zhang Tong kept gestured with firecrackers to light them and threw them at her. Xiaoyu was so scared that she hid in Xiaojun's arms and did not dare to show her head.

Although this Spring Festival is a bit monotonous in the era of scarcity of houses, it still makes Xiaojun very excited. Compared with the Spring Festival where there are TVs and computers in the 21st century, but the family affection is faded, this Spring Festival full of family members and friends makes Xiaojun feel happy and warm.
Chapter completed!