Fu Yucheng asked: "When will you go to bed today?"
"It's very late, and I have a lot of New Year's greetings messages to deal with. My little aunt is here too, and she's still talking to people on the phone at work, and she can't finish talking for a while."
Fu Yucheng climbed the stairs, pulling some and all, until he reached the door of Shi's house.
The Shi family was far more lively than the Fu family. Even though wages were owed and goods were detained, the New Year was still going to pass. People live with a sense of ritual, and if we don't treat it with full attention at this moment of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, we will have regrets about not getting off to a good start throughout the year.
The Spring Festival Gala in the house is coming to an end. Aunt Shi welcomed Fu Yucheng into the house and stuffed a handful of peanut candies into his hand. The Shi brothers also stood up and went through the greeting process with him. Fu Yucheng remembered that he still had a red envelope in his pocket that Zhao Hui gave him symbolically. The amount was just right, so he handed it to Aunt Shi's grandson.
The car rental went smoothly.
The road on New Year's Eve was smooth all the way, and if it weren't for the speed limit and red lights, the car could go faster.
The car windows are open, and the wind blows in along the way. The trees on the street are decorated with lights and colors, two extremes of one cold and one hot. Maybe at the end of the year, when the grass and trees wither and everything stops, people are afraid, so they invented the "year", relying on the little liveliness deliberately created by people's interactions to dispel the long loneliness.
It was one o'clock when we arrived at the gate of Liang Fu's community, a little earlier than expected.
Fu Yucheng parked the car on the side of the road, lit a cigarette, and called Liang Fu. Fortunately, he wasn't asleep yet, but his tone didn't sound as energetic as before.
Fu Yucheng: "Are you asleep?"
"without."
"Then come out."
"...ah?"
"Can you lie? Let me teach you to make up a reason?"
"...Wait a minute, where are you?"
Fu Yucheng looked out of the car window and described the situation outside the community: "On the roadside, there is a small square with a sculpture fountain and a replica of Danaid holding a jar."
Liang Fu said "Ah" and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, I'll be out right away!"
Not long after, Bian saw the door of the community open and a person running out. Wearing a white sweater jacket, a dark green suede skirt, and a velvet hat, the hat was about to fall off as she ran, so she simply took it off and held it in her hand.
She stopped out of breath, opened the car door and jumped in. When she saw Fu Yucheng, she laughed first, and then said after her breathing became smoother, "Wuling Hongguang?"
Fu Yucheng rested his arm on the steering wheel, holding a cigarette and looking at her. The plush white sweater matched her skin tone very well. She seemed to have changed her lipstick, which was lighter, like the color of a fresh strawberry in winter, and her eyes were particularly highlighted. bright.
"Yeah, I drove here listening to "Deja vu" all the way."
Liang Fu couldn't stop laughing. This surprise was too surprising and impulsive, unlike Fu Yu.
The car window was closed, and there was still a heater inside, but Liang Fu opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, blowing everything away.
"not cold?"
"It's not cold." Liang Fu said with a smile, "It's too stuffy in the car."
"What excuse are you looking for?"
"No need to make excuses. My parents have been answering the phone all the time. They haven't stopped after midnight. They didn't notice it at all when I came out." Liang Fu went to see him. He was wearing a smoky gray wool coat. He had never been on the phone before. I've seen it before, it looks like new, the clothes match him perfectly, giving him a sense of nobility. In fact, when they were together, she rarely paid attention to what he was wearing. She would always look at his face and eyes unconsciously.
From there, she started complaining to him about the Chinese New Year, the countless red tapes, and the constant stream of guests at home. On the first day of the new year, she and Zhang Pingyu went to the temple to burn incense, but were squeezed out of a bracelet that had been worn for many years. etc.
Fu Yucheng smiled and listened to her story without interrupting. He held the cigarette and smoked slowly.
Finally, she asked Fu Yucheng: "What about you? Are you celebrating the New Year with your grandparents?"
"No, it's just me and my mother."
"Then...your father."
"died."
Liang Fu was stunned for a moment, "Sorry, I..."
Fu Yucheng looked as usual.
Liang Fu let him go twice a year ago, and since he traveled such a long way tonight, she felt somewhat guilty and felt that she should make some kind of compensation. Something suddenly occurred to her, so she rummaged through the pocket of her sweater jacket and took out two nougat candies. "I've given them to all my friends, so these are the only ones left."
The candy wrappers are all carefully selected, with a bright red background decorated with snowflakes, and then wrapped in cellophane, which is beautiful and festive. With a rustling sound, she peeled off the candy wrapper and stretched out her hand.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yucheng didn't answer. He grabbed her arm, turned his head and bit the candy with her fingers. She was stunned for a moment and hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand, but Fu Yucheng took advantage of the situation and squeezed her fingers tighter.
For a seemingly indifferent person like him, the body temperature of his palms was always half a degree higher than hers. As soon as she took a breath, half of her body froze, and there seemed to be sparks in his hands, burning her so much that she wanted to throw away and run away.
Fu Yucheng looked at her deeply, with a smile in his eyes, and his voice was deep and beguiling: "Come all the way, can you ask Senior Sister for some reward?"
Liang Fu's heart was beating fast and she just stared at Fu Yucheng blankly, not knowing whether to say yes or no.
He also looked at her, the emotion in his eyes was not always obvious, but it was mostly warm, with a hint of expectation.
Liang Fukong swallowed and was about to speak, but Fu Yucheng let go of his hand at the right moment and looked away.
After chewing the candy, the smell of peanuts, milk, roses and strawberries hit him all at once. "You're wearing so little and you can't say it's not cold. My hands are frozen." He raised his hand and turned the car key half a turn, turning the car on. , and turn on the heater.
"Sit down for a while, or should I take you for a half-circle? I won't be able to stay long, and I'm afraid of waking up my mother if I go back late."
"... Just sit down for a while, I can't stay too long." She was still immersed in the emotions of that moment, and her heart felt uneasy after a rapid beating.
Fu Yucheng looked calm, closed the windows on both sides, and asked her when the dance troupe would start work after the new year.
"Training starts on the tenth day of the lunar month, and the official performance time has to be postponed. I may not stay in Chongcheng this year. The group has a tour scheduled and will go to more than a dozen cities." Liang Fu raised her eyes to look at him, thinking Still a little unsettled, "...listen to my dad, you want to participate in the ICC Moot Court Competition."
"Well, I came in temporarily to make up the numbers."
Liang Fu knew that the preparations for this game were nothing more than a Shura field that never saw the light of day.
"Where's the internship?"
Her father has brought out so many students, and Liang Fu is more or less clear about the regulations. After passing the bar exam, you have to practice for one year to get the qualification.
"There are many classes in the first half of the year, and the summer vacation begins." Fu Yucheng is already paying attention to this matter. In fact, it is not up to him to decide where to go for internship. Many of Liang Andao's students have opened their own offices. Which one will be chosen by then? If there is a shortage of people, he will go to work wherever he can.
Liang Fu took out her phone and looked at the first version of the timetable that had just been issued by the group. After the performance in the first half of the year, she would be able to stay in Chongcheng for half a month.
Before, I was wandering around, thinking that the days ahead would be long, but now it suddenly seems like there is not enough time. Liang Fu was suddenly discouraged and couldn't help but sigh.
"What's wrong?"
"...Nothing." If Fu Yucheng had asked for an elusive math problem, his progress at this time would probably be that he had just written the word "solution". She didn't know whether they met him too late or got along too short.
Fu Yucheng stared at her for a long time, with a penetrating clarity in his eyes.
The eldest daughter of the Liang family has had a smooth journey and has been wasting her time for half her life. He will not be pretentious and think that he can already occupy a place in her life.
"...Senior Sister, I want to ask you something." When he called her "Senior Sister", there was always a sense of ridicule.
"You ask." The sleeves of the sweater were long and she always closed her hands. She pinched the sleeves with her fingers and glanced at Fu Yucheng, feeling nervous for no reason.
Fu Yucheng stared at her and was silent for a long time.
The question was on his lips, but he suddenly couldn't say it. "...Forget it, let's ask it next time."
Liang Fu was not happy anymore, "I don't like others to tease me."
"Next time, I will definitely ask you next time we meet."
Liang Fu negotiated terms with him, "Yes, but as you said, secrets are replaced by secrets, problems are replaced by problems, and I won't suffer."
Fu Yucheng smiled and said, "Okay."
Generally speaking, the atmosphere of the New Year is very good. On the first day of the year, new peaches replace old talismans, and people feel motivated. He still couldn't bear to sentence himself to death. It would be good to stay with her for a little longer. It seems that the winter is not so cold when I am with her.