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During the holiday, Fang Qingqing stayed at home except for the necessary visits to relatives and friends.She also lived like this before, reading, writing, running, watching TV, and sleeping.But this year, she always felt a little irritable, as if something was stuck in her heart, and she couldn't express it, but she couldn't express it.

The high school classmates met to go out to get together, everyone sat together, ate, drank, and laughed as before, as if the days of messing around and fighting together had not gone far, but Fang Qingqing knew that something had changed after all, because the laughing crowd In the process, she felt that she was absent-minded.

At the end of the party, Fang Qingqing said goodbye to everyone with a smile, tightened her neckline, and walked on the street, looking at the hurried people, she didn't know where she was going for a moment.While she was in a daze, someone patted her on the shoulder, and when she turned her head, it was Qiao Qiuyun, a classmate from the party just now.

"Do you want to go home? Let's go together?" Qiao Qiuyun looked straight at Fang Qingqing through her cold glasses that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

Qiao Qiuyun is a person who is even colder than Fang Qingqing. She looks calm and breezy, with short hair and glasses. She always has a straight back and walks like there is always one rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow. Strangers do not enter.She and Qiao Qiuyun were classmates in elementary school, junior high school, and high school. Perhaps because of this, she became the only person in Qiao Qiuyun's entire student life who was classified as a friend.

Fang Qingqing felt that Qiao Qiuyun was actually very similar to herself to some extent. There seemed to be an invisible security boundary around her. People who entered inside could be trusted unconditionally, while those outside were all strangers.

"Okay, let's go together." She and Qiao Qiuyun's home is in the same direction. Songjiang Town is a small town, which belongs to the provincial capital Chuncheng. About half an hour.

The two walked slowly on the snow-covered street, thinking of Qiao Qiuyun who was more indifferent than herself, Fang Qingqing felt that she should take the responsibility of speaking.

"Are you still used to college?" Fang Qingqing asked while walking.

"Well, it's okay." Qiao Qiuyun answered briefly as usual, and then she might feel that she had too few words, so she asked back, "How about you, are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay." Fang Qingqing turned her head to look at her with a smile, and Qiao Qiuyun looked up at Fang Qingqing's appearance, then smiled too, and then continued to walk with her back straight.

The two stopped talking about each other's lives, but returned to topics they were good at, saying what books they had read recently, what movies they watched, and what good recommendations they had for each other.

"Remember you like poetry?" Qiao Qiuyun asked when approaching the intersection.Then, without waiting for Fang Qingqing's answer, she took out a 32-mo book with a book cover from her satchel, handed it to Fang Qingqing and said, "I've read it, and I think it's pretty good, so I'll give it to you."

Fang Qingqing took the book and flipped through it. It was a selection of poems, and there were some annotations by famous authors.Of course, it can be seen that it is a book that has been read, and there are traces of folded pages on it.

If it was someone else, Fang Qingqing might think that it is not normal to give away an old book.But this person is Qiao Qiuyun, and Fang Qingqing felt that this was something Qiao Qiuyun would do, because she would do what she wanted to do straight away, without considering whether more should be done, not because she didn't understand, but because she felt it was unnecessary.

She took the book and said, "Thank you, but I have nothing to give you."

"No, as long as you like it." Qiao Qiuyun continued to walk straight forward, but at a slower pace, as if waiting for Fang Qingqing to put the book in her bag, and then catch up with herself.The two bid farewell to each other at the crossroads, and each went their way home.

Because of Qiao Qiuyun's company, Fang Qingqing was in a better mood.In the evening, she put aside her confused thoughts, packed her luggage, and prepared to go back to the countryside of Ping'an Town, a hundred kilometers away, to celebrate the New Year with her family the next day. This is where her grandparents lived and where Fang Qingqing was born.

Fang Qingqing has an elder sister, Fang Yiyi, who has graduated from university and started working this year. She will work in Chuncheng, and she will go back to Ping'an Town directly from Chuncheng because her holiday is relatively late.

There is also a younger brother Fang Ruzhen who is only in the first year of high school. He often goes out to play games with friends during the holidays. He is a little reluctant to go back to his hometown because there is no one to play with him in his hometown, and it is not as lively as Songjiang Town, but he dare not There is no objection, because it is their consistent tradition to go back to their hometown for the New Year, and every time this time comes, my father starts to make arrangements early.

Fang Qingqing had no idea, she missed her grandparents, and also missed the small village where she still had a little childhood memory.The life there is indeed too closed, but Fang Qingqing likes it there. She can read a book, sit with her grandfather at the door and look at the road without pedestrians, or sit by the window and stare at the snowflakes outside in a daze.

After traveling all the way, they returned to their hometown. The grandparents and uncle's family were very happy for them to come back. The uncle had two sons and a daughter, both of whom were married. The first cousin had a son and a daughter, and the second cousin had only one son.The cousin is already married, so naturally she will spend the holidays at her mother-in-law's house.

The grandfather's house and the uncle's house are two yards next to each other, with a wooden door in the middle for the convenience of family members.

Grandpa lived in the east courtyard, with five large tile-roofed houses built squarely, with the main room in the middle, connected to the corridor at the back, leading to the kitchen.

The two rooms on the east side are the living room and bedroom of the grandparents’ house. The living room has a sofa, TV, and various flowers and plants.The windows are bright and clean, and there are window grilles and blessings on them.

The two rooms on the west side are completely symmetrical with the east side, and now the big brother's family lives there.And there used to be the site of Fang Qingqing's house. At that time, it was still an adobe house with low window eaves, but in Fang Qingqing's memory, there was always a ray of sunshine shining through the window on the kang and wardrobe at home.Dim and warm.

The yard is very large, and there are two warehouses on the east side, where food, agricultural tools and sundries are stored.There is a stable in the west, and there is a well in the yard. Fang Qingqing drank the water here when she was a child, and it was not astringent at all.

After leaving the yard, there is a private plot in front, which is the vegetable garden that every household in the countryside has, but it is winter now, and only firewood stacks and white snow can be seen.

The layout of the west courtyard and the east courtyard is similar, the uncle and the second cousin live there, but the second cousin works in the town and is usually not at home, but fortunately he is there during the Chinese New Year.

The atmosphere of Chinese New Year is stronger in the village than in the city, posting couplets, sticking blessing characters, steaming rice cakes, and setting off firecrackers.

Although Fang Ruzhen didn't have any games to play, he and his uncle's two grandsons went out to play snowball fights and roller skates, and had a good time as well, but he didn't look like an uncle at all.

The four generations lived together, and the whole family happily sat together to make dumplings. Because there were too many people, Shang Qingqing was not available, so she was assigned to look after the children. The two-year-old niece was dressed like a red envelope. , sitting obediently in her arms, holding a piece of baked dough in her hand, gnawing vigorously.

Fang Qingqing looked at the people in this room, and suddenly missed Shen Xiaoya, wondering what she was doing and whether she was so lively.Chinese New Year is a good excuse to greet her, she switched her arms to hug her little niece, then took out her phone and sent a text message to Shen Xiaoya: Happy New Year, I wish you all the best.

Came here for a while, no reply.She thought that Shen Xiaoya might not have seen the text message. After all, it was Chinese New Year, and everyone was so busy that it was normal not to notice the text message on the phone for a while.

Just as she was comforting herself, the sound of a text message sounded, she immediately turned on the phone, and saw a message lying quietly in the inbox, and only then did she realize that she was looking forward to Shen Xiaoya's reply so much.The self-deceiving comfort cannot conceal the disappointment just now and the joy now.

She opened the text message, looked at the words on it, and seemed to hear Shen Xiaoya's gentle voice saying to herself: Happy New Year, and I wish you all the best.Looking forward to seeing you at the beginning of school.

Fang Qingqing closed the phone, hugged the little niece happily, kissed the little red cheek, and said, "Little baby, my aunt will take you to steal sweets, your great-grandpa has a lot of sweets in the box. "

The little niece immediately threw down the baked dough, hugged Fang Qingqing's neck tightly with one hand, and pointed to the box with the other hand, silently supporting her aunt's suggestion.

When the aunt and nephew were stealing sweets happily, Shen Xiaoya was sitting alone in the bedroom, holding the mobile phone in her hand, quietly looking at the text message that she changed and finally sent.

When she received Fang Qingqing's text message, she was very happy, so happy that she could ignore the quarrel in the living room outside and forget all the troubles she faced.

She immediately wrote a reply. After the same New Year's greetings, she slowly wrote something, then deleted it, wrote it again, deleted it again, and over and over again. She was a little confused, and finally let the text message, safe The ones flew out of her mobile phone and brought them to Fang Qingqing who was far away.

The text message was changed again and again, as if her heart was rubbed back and forth, after all, it was still wrapped in a shell, which was timid and protective.When they don't quite understand, some things are destined after all.