Flowers bloom in the spring breeze

After all, Zeng Rong's parents followed their own children's wishes and did not ask Zeng Rong's constant ticking text messages and phone calls after dinner every day.

The days in the twelfth lunar month seem to pass very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the library closed. Ye Huan stopped going to the library after dinner, chatted with the girls who stayed upstairs, and then went back to the library. To the bedroom.

Zeng Rong's phone rang on time, Ye Huan smiled, and muttered something in her mouth.

"Ah, I'm so tired!" Zeng Rong lay on the bed after taking a shower. Today, she accompanied Zeng's mother to the vegetable market to buy a lot of New Year's food. like a dog.

"Buying new year's goods?" At this time, besides shopping, Ye Huan couldn't think of anything that could make Zeng Rong so tired.

"Bingo, that's right."

"Is there a reward?"

Ye Huan just said so casually, which made Zeng Rong a little embarrassed, "There can be rewards, but I can't give them for the time being."

"Then I owe it."

"Do you charge interest?"

"see your performance."

……

The nonsensical conversation continued until ten o'clock, when Zeng's mother knocked on the door, "It's getting late, I have to queue up early tomorrow morning, go to bed early."

Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Huan urged Zeng Rong to go to bed.

Through the darkness, the moon illuminates those who return late, and also brings people's urgency to go home.Ye Huan stood at the window, looking at the moon, with her lips tightly closed, life is sometimes too helpless.

On the early morning of the New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers never stopped, and Ye Huan, who seldom slept in, was forced to wake up early in the morning.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, but it is also the taste of happiness.

The breakfast in the cafeteria was richer than usual. Ye Huan ate a bowl of small wontons as usual, but the amount was larger than usual, which made Ye Huan's stomach swell.

In the grove of the school, the birds are flying in the forest, "twittering" non-stop, it seems to be contaminated with the atmosphere of the New Year.Ye Huan took out the biscuits in her pocket, crushed them and sprinkled them on the path. After a while, several birds flew over, pecking at the crumbs of the biscuits.

"Eat more, eat more, and enjoy the New Year" Ye Huan muttered to herself, looking a little sad on this quiet path.

In the afternoon, the sound of firecrackers became more and more frequent.In the school's small auditorium, the New Year's Eve dinner prepared for the students staying in school started on time.

There were five tables full of students from different grades and different majors, and some school leaders sat at one table.

Ye Huan didn't hear the leader's speech clearly and was busy texting Zeng Rong. When the leader finished speaking, Zeng Rong also started to set up the table, and the two of them stopped texting.

Eating and drinking, the atmosphere was mobilized, and the serious leaders on weekdays became more and more lively, and everyone was in high spirits by singing and dancing.

But there is always a banquet in the world, and everything has an end, everyone ended the New Year's Eve dinner with a sense of humor, and returned to the dormitory.

Ye Huan returned to the dormitory and sent a few text messages in a row, but Zeng Rong didn't reply. Thinking that Zeng Rong was having a reunion dinner, Ye Huan put away her mobile phone to freshen up, lay down on the bed and read the books borrowed from the library.

In a daze, the sound of firecrackers was louder and louder. Ye Huanqiang looked at the phone with energy, and it was 2 minutes before the new year.

The text messages sent to Zeng Rong were like disappearing into the ocean, Ye Huan grinned wryly, at this time, who else has the heart to send text messages and chat, they are probably sitting in front of the TV watching the Spring Festival Gala and eating snacks!

Ye Huan stuffed the phone back under the pillow, planning to go to the bathroom and go back to sleep.As soon as her feet hit the ground, the phone rang, and Ye Huan had to climb back to the bed, and Zeng Rong's name appeared on the phone carelessly.

"Hey!"

"Hey, Little Leaf, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

Ye Huan just said a word, and someone knocked on the door of the dormitory. Ye Huan wondered if the school came to send New Year blessings, so she asked Zeng Rong to wait.

The door of the dormitory opened, and Zeng Rong appeared in front of her without warning. Ye Huan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Why, don't you invite me in?"

At this time, Ye Huan stepped aside awkwardly, "Quick, come in."

Zeng Rong packed several bags of things, and put them all on the small table in the dormitory.

"Oh, I'm exhausted." Zeng Rong slumped on the chair. "I've walked so many ways that I finally found a taxi willing to drive me to school."

Ye Huan poured Zeng Rong a cup of hot water, "Take a quick sip to warm your body."

"My body is warm enough, and I'm covered in sweat. You smell it, it stinks." Zeng Rong stood up, leaning against Ye Huan, where there was a smell of sweat, it was clearly the scent of shampoo.

"You, why are you here?" Ye Huan put down the water glass in her hand, pulled up a chair, and sat face to face with Zeng Rong.

"My mother's routine is to play mahjong with her old sisters all night, and my father has an all-night Peking Opera Spring Festival Gala with his Peking Opera fans. I am the only one left at home, so I asked my mother to let me come here. Stay with you, my mother thought you were my boyfriend, and she disagreed. Later, I showed her our text message, and she was relieved, but let my father take me to the train station. "

"It was the first time I took a train on Chinese New Year's Eve. The current train station is really considerate. They even gave everyone a bowl of dumplings. Although I was full, I still ate one as a token. I guess I will never forget the taste. gone."

Ye Huan sat there quietly listening to Zeng Rong's talk about what she had seen and heard along the way, but her heart could not be calm for a long time.Although Zeng Rong said that there is no one at home, it doesn't mean that she needs to run hundreds of kilometers to come here to accompany her, and it's the night of the New Year's Eve.

Zeng Rong finally found out that something was wrong with Ye Huan, "Why don't you speak?"

"Listen to you!"

"Hey, don't listen to me, the food at school is probably not good, I brought you some dishes made by my mother." Zeng Rong said, took out Zeng's mother from the big bag and asked her to bring it over Sweet and sour pork ribs, glutinous rice lotus root in honey sauce, braised prawns, white-cut chicken, and vinegar jellyfish.

"Dangdangdangdang" Zeng Rong took out a glass bottle from his backpack, "This is so precious, most people can't drink it."

"Wine? But I don't know how to drink..."

"This is Suzhou's unique sweet-scented osmanthus winter brewing wine. It is only sold about a week before the winter solstice every year and is sold until the end of the winter solstice. This kind of sweet-scented osmanthus winter brewing wine is only three degrees, and it tastes like sweet water with a little sweet-scented osmanthus flavor."

Ye Huan didn't believe it, and Zeng Rong didn't explain it to her, so she found a cup for two people to drink water, one for each.

The wine was poured into the glass, transparent and clear, with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers floating in the wine, and the slight scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted out. Before drinking, I was a little intoxicated in this little Jiangnan sentiment.

The liqueur enters the throat, slightly sweet and slightly alcoholic.

"It's like the sugar water I drank when I was a child..." Ye Huan smashed her mouth, picked up the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hey, you're like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. You have to drink this kind of food slowly. Come and eat some dishes, my mother's Feng's heirloom dish. This sweet and sour pork ribs, you won't put your mouth down."

Although these words are a bit exaggerated, Ye Huan really thinks that Mama Zeng's craftsmanship is good.The pork ribs are soft and glutinous, and the sweet and sour sauce wraps the meat, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

"It's delicious. It's really the most beautiful home-cooked food. If I have the chance, I will learn this skill from Mama Zeng."

Before she knew it, a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus wine went into Ye Huan's stomach, and the sound of firecrackers outside the window was only a few sparse ones.

Ye Huan saw that it was almost two o'clock, and seeing that Zeng Rong was already yawning profusely, Ye Huan brought Zeng Rong a change of clothes and pushed Zeng Rong into the bathroom, "You go take a bath, I'll clean it up, it's getting late. "

Zeng Rong didn't refuse either, she was indeed tired, if it wasn't for accompanying Ye Huan, she would have wanted to sleep when she entered the door.

After Zeng Rong washed it, Ye Huan had already packed her things. After drinking, Ye Huan turned slightly red. Zeng Rong didn't expect that three degrees of alcohol would have such great power.

"Go to sleep!"

"I want to sleep with you……"

Since Zeng Rong talked about her boyfriend, Ye Huan and Zeng Rong no longer slept together. Zeng Rong's sudden request made Ye Huan a little unresponsive for a while.

"Forget it, it's fine if you don't agree." Zeng Rong took off her shoes and was about to climb onto her bed, Ye Huan grabbed Zeng Rong's hand, "My quilt was just dried today, sleep on my bed!"

Zeng Rong bit her lip, looked at Ye Huan with a smile, and crawled into Ye Huan's blanket.

"Snapped"

The bedroom was dark, and after a while, Ye Huan also got under the covers.

Maybe it's because of drinking osmanthus wine, Ye Huan's body has a faint scent of osmanthus, so Zeng Rong couldn't help but get close to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan also noticed Zeng Rong's small movements and asked, "Is it cold?"

"No, I just feel that Xiao Yezi's body smells good, and I want to get closer."

Ye Huan sniffed, "It doesn't smell good, it's just the smell of lemon soap."

"Really..." Zeng Rong took two strong sniffs, and her pursed lips accidentally touched Ye Huan's.

Ye Huan's lips were very soft, so soft that Zeng Rong couldn't help sticking out her tongue to lick it, it was faint and had the sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Rongrong" Ye Huan felt a fire burning in her heart, as if she wanted more.

"Yeah..." Zeng Rong also felt the different emotions in Ye Huan's voice, and this low promise had a higher sugar content than sweet-scented osmanthus.

Ye Huan hugged Zeng Rong tightly into her arms, her soft body gave Ye Huan an inexplicable impulse.

The four lips pressed together slowly, from cautious to silvery.