The sweet smell of citrus

"It's been a long time since I spent New Year's Eve with others."

These words contained too much content, Cheng Jialan paused for a while, and did not continue for a while.

After the Lord came, the two of them looked at the room together.

Cheng Jialan, who was sightseeing, took the opportunity to ask Song Yi about the origins of those trophies that she was not familiar with.

"Squad leader, when did you get the gold medal in the Donna dance competition?"

Song Yi set his sights on the trophy.

Donna Dance Contest?

The information of that competition slowly emerged in my mind, "I won it in the third year of junior high school."

"The squad leader started to win gold medals in the third year of junior high?"

"Hmm..." This is not a regular competition. Song Yi can't quite remember why it was held in the first place. He only remembers that he participated in this competition solely for the 1 yuan bonus for No.[-].

That year, she tried her best to circle around the stage, wearing not-new performance costumes and poor-quality makeup, smiling at the judges and the camera, fearing that she would miss out on the bonus.

However, there is no need to let classmate Xiao Cheng know about these things.

After all, it's fun to enjoy her admiring eyes and adoring tone once in a while.

After talking about the trophy cabinet, Cheng Jialan pulled Song Yi to look here and there. Whenever he saw something special, Xiao Cheng would inevitably ask the history, when it was made, why he bought it, and where the photo was taken. , who took the picture for you?

This place is really fun, and we can go there together in the future.

Wow, it is also an excellent idea to take a group of time-lapse photos together and post them on the Internet!

She jumped up and down, her voice raised, as if she had inexhaustible enthusiasm, and ignited all the silence in Song Yi's small house. From 09:30 in the morning to [-] in the afternoon, this New Year, Song Yi feels that her happiness has not stopped Pass.

However, just before three o'clock, Cheng Jialan received a call from her father.

The joy seemed to come to an abrupt end.

Cheng Jialan, who was pinching the phone, glanced at Song Yi, and then started talking on the phone, "Are you going back now?"

"Can you stay a little longer, Dad?"

"Old Cheng, I..."

"Jalan, go back early." Song Yi interrupted her and Cheng Weiguo's phone call at the right time, "Today is the New Year, you should go home early to watch the new year."

"But—" She wanted to say something else, but Song Yi's gaze was so fixed that it was impossible to say anything else.

Quickly said a few words to Cheng Weiguo on the phone, Cheng Jialan was a little unhappy, "Come as soon as you come, the car doesn't have to drive so fast."

Cheng Weiguo on the phone: ...

When answering the phone, I only heard my daughter complaining that she appeared too slowly. The first time I heard her care about herself and said that she would open slowly, it turned out to be on this occasion.

Hey, it's really hard for a female college student.

In fact, Cheng Jialan's house is not very far from Song Yi's house. In addition, today is the New Year's Eve. Even in the imperial capital, the traffic on the road in the afternoon is good.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy to go home for the New Year?"

"No." Cheng Jialan covered his face with his hands, "I'm not unhappy."

"But your unhappiness is written all over your face." Song Yi laughed, "It's so obvious that you can't even cover it with your hands."

"Okay, okay, just forget it if you can't cover it." Then don't cover it, put your hands down, Cheng Jialan supported his head again, "If I go back, you, the monitor, will spend New Year's Eve alone."

"In such a big house, I have to watch alone at night. As friends, no matter how you think about it, it's hard to be happy." Besides, they are still such good friends.

Her concern is undisguised and hits people's hearts directly.

Song Yi was also heartbroken by this straight shot, "I'm very happy that classmate Xiao Cheng cares about me so much. I don't care. I said that sometimes it's okay to be alone."

"There's a lot of space, and I'll turn on the TV. I won't watch it when it's too late and sleepy." When Song Yi is alone, he seldom restrains himself because of rules and regulations.

When she said that, Cheng Jialan relaxed a little.

But most of the hearts are still hanging. How can a person feel comfortable? Even if he feels normal, it is because he has experienced too many disappointments, so he is normal.

Anyway, the squad leader must be a 'victim' anyway.

She took the trouble to say it several times, "I will be the first to wish you a happy new year tonight!"

"At that time, if you keep vigil, we can video together."

"If you think it's noisy, we can turn off the sound, what do you think, monitor?"

"Or you can make a phone call and watch the Spring Festival Gala together. It would be nice to chat about today's show."

"It's fine." Song Yi gently stopped Cheng Jialan's shoulder, "I can do it."

The suggestion was adopted, she exhaled, "Then let's keep in touch at night!"

"At this time, I suddenly thought of something."

"Ok?"

"If Xiao Cheng puts this focus on his studies, he should soon be able to reach the target score of his favorite university."

The originally very beautiful and sweet atmosphere was completely destroyed.

Cheng Jialan: ...

hum.

Just as the two of them were clapping and sticking together, the sound of a car horn honking outside the door, and Cheng Jialan's cell phone rang.

"Uncle Cheng seems to be here."