This is how Chen Zhu's first New Year's Eve came after his rebirth.

It's a bit regretful because there is no way to accompany Yu Xian or anyone from Song Shiwei.

But, this is the best ending.

Because after Chen Zhu and his parents finished eating, they went to Tianhe Flower Market for a stroll and bought orchids for their parents.

Guangzhou people like to buy flowers during the Spring Festival, but in the past, Lao Chen or Mao Xiaoqin paid for them, while Chen Zhu waited a little impatiently outside the flower stall.

Young boys don't always have much interest in these flowers and plants.

This year, Chen Zhu picked it himself. Holding the light blue flower stems in his hand, under the bright lights, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin looked at each other and smiled, feeling like "their sons have really grown up."

Chen Zhu felt suddenly touched.

The meaning of rebirth may not only be to make up for the regrets of the previous life or to change the world.

Sometimes I can also remind myself to remember to leave a copy of the romance and feelings in this life to my parents.

For Chen Zhu, this was a fulfilling and happy New Year's Eve.

For those friends, everyone has their own things to do. If it is displayed using a nine-square grid:

Yu Xian ran around in the kitchen and living room, like a graceful and dexterous butterfly, showing off his skills to these elders who came from afar.

Sometimes, she would generously have a glass of rice wine from her hometown with her maids, and her face would soon turn a delicate blush, and the whole room would be full of laughter.

…

On Song Shiwei's side, although they were also a big family, many people had serious and serious expressions on their faces.

They are discussing last year's financial situation and predicting this year's economic trend.

Although the high-end experience is like participating in the Boao Economic Forum, it always feels like it lacks some family affection.

…

Huang Baihan's family spent time with his grandparents.

He was holding a cup to toast his parents, his face a little embarrassed, as if he rarely made such a formal toast.

The tone was not smooth, but he still said in a hushed tone: "Dad, Mom, thank you... thank you for your support. I will definitely run the milk tea shop well next year!"

Huang's mother lowered the creases at the end of her eyes. In her eyes, there was both surprise at her son's sudden toast and the faint appearance of tears.

A few years ago, her son suddenly asked for 60,000 yuan to start a business. This was not a small amount of money for the family, and she did not want to give it to her.

But the son said angrily, why can't you support your children like Chen Zhu's parents?

When the couple heard this, their initial reaction was sadness.

It is true that my son studies well, but I don’t know that fuel, rice, oil and salt are expensive.

He seemed to be very relaxed when talking about it. He had no idea how much raw materials for steamed buns and rice rolls could be bought with 60,000 yuan.

Besides, how can self-employed people doing business have the same kind of guarantee of income despite droughts and floods as in the system?

However, the two discussed it all night and gave the money to Huang Baihan the next day.

In the end, the couple thought that the worst they could do would be to waste a few months, but they didn't want their son to be inferior in front of his friends.

They still don't have a deep understanding of Chen Zhu, and Chen Zhu will never look down on his best friend for these reasons.

But when Huang Baihan talked about it, Chen Zhu could also feel the most sincere love of parents for their children from this action.

“The milk tea shop is not important!”

However, Huang Baihan's father put on a stern face.

He reprimanded mercilessly: "The most important thing for you to go to college is to study. Even if all 60,000 yuan is wasted, as long as you master the knowledge, your mother and I won't mind!"

These words seemed to be a bit embarrassing, and Huang's mother pushed her husband dissatisfied to signal not to say such things.

"Come!"

But after scolding his son, Huang's father was the first to raise his glass, clinked it vigorously with Huang Baihan, and drank it all in one gulp.

The two actions of "swearing" and "clinking glasses" seem to represent two completely different attitudes.

There seems to be some contradiction, but it is also displayed in the role of [father].

Huang Baihan was a little dazed at first, but then he remembered what Chen Zhu had said unintentionally about the Chinese father and son.

The Chinese father-son relationship is the most difficult to understand in the world. They are like enemies in the front and friends in the middle. It is not until the father is about to leave that they become the real father and son.

Because at that time, father and son can shed their pretense of toughness and fully confide and express all their feelings.

A son's feelings for his father will also go through the process of worshiping his father → questioning his father → despising his father → becoming a father → understanding his father.

In the end, I discovered that he was actually not as good as his father.

Huang Baihan feels that he may be in the stage of "disliking his father".

He felt that his father had not read any books and did not hold a job with social status. In the end, the development of the family mainly depends on himself.

But when his parents handed him 60,000 yuan, Huang Baihan thought that I had the right to dislike them?

Especially when he thought of the sentence "Until father is about to leave, then the real father and son become real", Huang Baihan panicked for no reason.

He has not experienced the separation of life and death of his closest relatives, but as long as he thinks about those possibilities in his mind, he feels that it is emotionally unacceptable.

Dahuang quickly shook his head and gave up all thoughts. While clinking glasses with his parents in a hurry, he prayed secretly:

"I wish my parents a safe and prosperous New Year. If there is any injury or disaster, it will all be on me..."

Dahuang suffered a series of setbacks last semester, but each time he grew up a little unconsciously. At the moment, he may not be able to see through it in terms of love.

However, relationships are inherently difficult. Maturity and stability are like Chen Zu, so I still fall for this word.

…

Speaking of Huang Baihan, we have to mention Mou Jiawen.

Xiao Mou is also a native of Guangzhou and did not go out to celebrate the festival due to some reasons.

So it was a coincidence that when Chen Zhu and his family were shopping in Flower Street, they met Mou Jiawen's family who were also walking in Flower Street.

Chen Zhu greeted Mou Jiawen.

The parents didn't know each other at first, but they heard that the other party was their child's high school classmate, so they stopped to chat politely and enthusiastically.

"Is your child's name Chen Zhu?"

Unexpectedly, during the greetings, Xiao Mou's mother heard the name [Chen Zhu] and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"

This sudden appearance made Lao Chen and Queen Mother Mao less confident, almost thinking that Chen Zhu had committed something big outside.

"Chen Zhu is very famous, he is a man of the hour!"

Xiaomu's mother said with wide eyes.

Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin thought they were being polite. Their son was so honest in high school and his grades were not first or second in the school. How could he become a famous figure?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Mou’s mother continued to say:

"Chen Zhu and Song Shiwei, the former school beauty of Zhizhi Middle School, were lovers, and they were a legend on campus who walked hand in hand from high school to university."

"I heard that Chen Zhu's grades weren't that good before. He just wanted to go to college with Song Shiwei, so he worked hard and got admitted to Zhongda Ling College."

"Hoho~, my daughter and Song Shiwei are good friends, that's why I found out."

Not only does Xiao Mou's mother also have a pair of tiger teeth, but her excited expression when talking about such gossip is very similar to Mou Jiawen's.

Now we know who Xiao Mou inherited his nonsensical character from, but this makes both Lao and Chen a little embarrassed.

During this period, they obviously avoided mentioning Song Dong and Song Shiwei.

"Hmm...ah...they are all good classmates..."

Even Chen Peisong, who was very eloquent, could only respond vaguely at this time.

Mao Xiaoqin glared at her son, and the implication seemed to be that you were the cause of the trouble, and it would embarrass your parents during the Chinese New Year.

"What's wrong?"

Mou Jiawen was still very surprised: "Don't your uncle and aunt know about your relationship with Weiwei?"

"I know."

Chen Zhu took Mou Jiawen away unnoticed so as not to let the conversation between his parents affect him.

Then he calmly explained: "My tutoring is very strict, and any relationship I had in college would be considered puppy love."

"Oh~"

Xiao Mou was still very easy to fool. She actually nodded and said in agreement: "You looked like a good kid who was very afraid of his parents when you were a freshman or sophomore in high school."

"I can't hide it from your wise eyes."

Chen Zhu flattered him and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, why didn't you go to the class party years ago?"

When the winter vacation just started, some students in Class 11 of Senior High School asked to organize a class gathering. The apparent reason was that they hadn't seen each other for a long time and wanted to see what everyone was like.

There may be all kinds of real thoughts, after all, everyone has their own Xiao Jiujiu.

Maybe he wanted to see the former Song school beauty;

Maybe I often hear some news about Chen Zhu in the group, so I wanted to take a look and see if this classmate has grown three heads, otherwise why would he suddenly become so awesome?

Maybe it’s to confirm whether the boy I thought was handsome in high school (but not to the extent of a crush) is still single now?

"You didn't go either?"

Mou Jiawen did not answer, but asked back: "Everyone really wants to see you, and the group is even clamoring for a reunion during the summer vacation!"

Neither Song Shiwei nor Chen Zhu were present at this party, and some classmates also didn't come back because they went out of town to celebrate the New Year.

The winter vacation is still too short, and there is the Spring Festival in the middle, so the time is not easy to coordinate.

"I happen to have something to do."

Chen Zhu explained perfunctorily that the day of the party happened to be Tang Xiangyue's daughter's birthday, so he regretfully did not go.

"Who are you lying to?"

Mou Jiawen rolled her eyes and said, "It's not because Weiwei is not in Guangzhou, so you just don't bother to show up."

Chen Zhu grinned: "There is indeed a reason for this, but what about you? You and Huang Baihan are both in Guangzhou, why don't you join in the fun?"

"us?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Mou Jiawen's eyes, but because it was the New Year, she quickly hid it.

He just took a long breath, smiled slightly, and said with relief: "We already have that kind of relationship, what's the point of meeting each other?"

"Too."

Chen Zhu agreed.

If two people are already in a relationship and often meet and chat in private, then there is really no point in making a special appointment to go to a class reunion.

Unless you want to have some special fun.

"Jiawen."

At this time, Xiao Mou's mother waved to her, indicating that she was about to go shopping elsewhere.

"Let's go. Happy New Year."

Mou Jiawen said hello and prepared to leave.

"Okay, after the new year..."

Chen Zhu also showed off meaningfully: "Please drink the royal milk tea."

"Milk tea is just milk tea. It's from the royal family. It's been so many years since the Qing Dynasty."

Mou Jiawen muttered and left with her parents.

…

"It's better to meet Bai Wen" is how we celebrate the New Year, but what about "Flower Words Qiaoyu"?

The two young men and women, whose families are in good condition, don't have much career ambitions, and both love to play, actually play mahjong at home.

While they were fighting, they were also arguing among the group.

At first, the two of them didn't know that the other person was doing the same thing as themselves. Wang Changhua just picked up a good deck of cards and wanted to show off to the group.

Wang Changhua:@陈庄, what do you think of my deck of cards?

Chen Zhu was eating out and he didn't even see it, but Wu Yu, who was preoccupied with many things, did.

Wu Yu: What kind of hot chick dares to play sesame? Look at my cards!

Wang Changhua: Are you playing mahjong too?

Wu Yu: You can fight with such poor skills, why can’t I?

Wang Changhua: You just have better luck. It is normal for novices to have good cards.

Wu Yu: Haha, you should walk to study next semester.

Wang Changhua:What do you mean?

Wu Yu: You can walk.

Wang Changhua probably understood the meaning of "walking = no way" and suddenly fell silent.

More than 20 minutes later, Wu Yu proudly showed off her last winnings.

Wang Changhua: You only won more than 60 yuan by playing those kinds of Tianhu cards?

Wu Yu: My little nephew suddenly came over and snatched a card from me. It took me a long time to get it back, which affected my performance!

Wang Changhua: Haha, explanation is just a cover-up. The farmer uncle will hug you after hearing this.

Wu Yu:What do you mean?

Wang Changhua: Talk about good food, good food.

Wu Yu: Is this how you play? From now on, whoever loses will be the dog!

Wang Changhua: No problem, from now on I will not lose one hand and win three!

…

Huanxi's enemies who like to argue have not forgotten this "instinct" even during the New Year.

What about Zhao Yuanyuan, the "170 pure female college student" who likes delicious food?

This year, she and her parents went to her grandfather's house to celebrate the New Year. Her grandma made sweet and delicious sandwich quicksand buns, and she filled the plate full for Yuanyuan to enjoy.

Yuanyuan was holding a bag in one hand and drinking sesame paste and red bean paste in her mouth. It was all high-fat and high-calorie stuff.

Her mother was watching anxiously and couldn't help but shout: "You eat less, can't you control your appetite?"

The two old men were happily watching their granddaughter enjoying the meal. When they heard their daughter-in-law’s accusation, they immediately retorted dissatisfiedly:

"What are you yelling about during the Chinese New Year? Is eating two steamed buns worth the fuss?"

"Are you talking about being chubby? I think you're a little thin?"

"Yes, she has had a bit of baby fat since she was a child!"

The filtering and pampering of the elderly exists in almost every Chinese family like this.

Zhao Yuanyuan's mother sighed, turned to her husband and whispered:

"We will go home after the first day of junior high school. The weight-loss habit I have developed with great difficulty during the holidays can't be broken here."

"I agree."

Yuanyuan's father also nodded: "It just so happens that I have to go back to work. I am able to accompany you to celebrate the New Year this year because I am on leave."

…

In short, whether walking on Flower Street, visiting relatives, or playing mahjong, everyone has their own way of spending New Year's Eve.

Chen Zhu and the others went home after shopping around 10 o'clock, because their mother had to make a phone call with her grandparents.

Chen Zhu’s grandparents left relatively early. He had no uncles and only had an aunt who went abroad to study very early and obtained a green card to settle down.

But Lao Chen was very dissatisfied with this sister because she didn't even come back when her parents died.

Chen Zhu didn't have a deep impression of this aunt. She did return to China once before she was reborn. I heard that she wanted to find Lao Chen.

But Chen Peisong did not see him. The specific reason why Chen Zhu, who was working in the countryside at the time, had no way of knowing.

After returning from his temporary job, Chen Zhu didn't ask any more questions because he was worried about ruining his father's retirement mood. Unexpectedly, it became an "unsolved case."

Therefore, the relationship between Chen Zhu and his grandparents is closer. Of course, no matter how close they are, they can't compare to his grandson and granddaughter.

Returning to the Donghu Beiyuan community, there was a smell of sulfur dioxide everywhere, and there was smoke floating in the air that didn't have time to dissipate, like a thick fog.

Chen Zhu took a big sniff and felt a little satisfied.

We Chinese seem to have "special feelings" about the residual smell of firecrackers, because as long as it appears, it means it is a festival or some grand occasion.

After returning home, Mao Xiaoqin sat on the sofa and called her grandparents.

Chen Peisong turned on the TV, replied to the messages on his phone, and watched the Spring Festival Gala absentmindedly.

The Spring Festival is like this, there will be many people who have not lost touch for a long time, because a group message suddenly "surfaces".

"Chen Zhu, Chen Zhu..."

While Mao Xiaoqin was chatting, she suddenly handed the phone to Chen Zhu who was reading information on the computer in the bedroom.

"Your uncle, he wants to thank you for providing Mao Xintong a job."

Mao Xiaoqin said happily: "After your second sister came home, she praised you everywhere for your greatness! They asked you to go back to the source of the river to play when you have time, and your uncle wanted to take you to fish for shrimps."

The uncle is Sister Mao’s father, but he is over 50 years old.

When Chen Zhu returned to his hometown in Heyuan in the past, his uncle always treated him like a little kid. Unexpectedly, he would express his gratitude today.

"Uncle, I'm Chen Zhu...it's nothing, nothing...it's all luck, it's all luck...Okay, okay..."

Chen Zhu took the phone and said a few words. He and his uncle actually had nothing in common, it was just polite chatting.

There are one or two relatives in the family who may be very close by blood, but they never call each other when they get along, and they always feel that there is a layer of separation.

Next, Chen Zhu chatted with his grandparents for a while. None of the relatives there had a complete or clear understanding of what Chen Zhu had done.

My second aunt thought Chen Zhu was the kind of cram school that gathered all the students into one classroom and then taught them herself.

This is normal. Even if Mao Xintong relays it, those elders have never traveled far and they will only use their own knowledge to understand one thing.

So there is a saying that has always been said, people cannot make money beyond what they know.

The second aunt is quite good, but there are some that are even more outrageous.

I was obviously delivering couriers outside, but in the village I bought a piece of land outside;

It is obviously very hard to work outside, but in the village, the car is a Land Rover;

I was obviously working the night shift outside, but in the village I turned into working in a nightclub.

Grandpa and grandma couldn't bear to stay up late and would soon have to rest. Chen Chu and his family also began to take turns washing.

At 12 o'clock, the sound of firecrackers was heard everywhere, which made my ears numb. It continued until after 1 o'clock and then slowly stopped.

Chen Zhu looked through the window and could see with the naked eye that the haze in the sky was obviously much thicker, and even the clarity of the stars and moon had become lower.

Chen Zhu knew that Yu Xian and Song Shiwei were entertaining relatives, so he didn't bother them. When he was about to read a book and take a rest, his cell phone suddenly buzzed again.

Chen Zhu glanced at the screen and saw that the sender was Huang Cancan from the TV station.

"Isn't it a little late to send a New Year greeting message now?"

Chen Zhu sneered, picked up his phone and unlocked it, a shocking text popped up:

Are you there?

I drank too much.

Miss you~
Chapter completed!