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In the end, Zhao Zishan still couldn't beat Zuo Yiru, and she just rolled her eyes helplessly when she watched the wine glass being filled up.

"Xiao Qi, come and have a drink with me." Zuo Yiru was so happy today that someone finally had a drink with him, and with a shake of his hand, he poured a full glass for Qi Zhongxuan.

"Dad!" Zuo Chuan just called out, but Qi Zhongxuan pressed his hand: "It's okay, it's rare to be happy."

"But..." Patting the back of Zuo Chuan's hand lightly, Qi Zhongxuan smiled softly: "It's okay, today, I'm happy."

It has been 25 years, and Qi Zhongxuan has never known that New Year can be celebrated like this. Before, in the Qi family’s old house, they just gathered together for a meal to count as New Year’s Eve. They often quarreled while eating, and ended up unhappy scattered.

This is the first time that Qi Zhongxuan really felt a kind of New Year's happiness.

The whole family sits together, although there are no exquisite dishes or expensive red wine, but on such a cold night, they are warm and joyful like never before...

This is the love that money cannot buy, and this is the most precious existence in the world...

"Uncle, aunt, thank you, I respect you for this glass of wine, and wish you a happy new year." Qi Zhongxuan respected Zuo Yiru and Zhao Zishan very solemnly for the first cup.

Zuo Yiru laughed and drank it, even Zhao Zishan drank tea instead of wine.

Three cups in a row, Qi Zhongxuan respected happily, Zuo Yiru drank even more happily, only Zhao Zishan and Zuo Chuan looked at Qi Zhongxuan worriedly.

"It's okay!" Qi Zhongxuan was really happy, and sat down rubbing Zuo Chuan's hair, and the four of them began to eat.

Zuo Chuan didn't expect Qi Zhongxuan to be so good at drinking, the two of them drank a bottle of high-strength white wine, even Zuo Yiru was drunk, but Qi Zhongxuan still didn't change his face.

Seeing that Zuo Yiru was almost drunk, Zuo Chuan took Qi Zhongxuan's hand and left the restaurant: "Mom, let's set off the fireworks!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Zishan's response, she dragged Qi Zhongxuan back to the room, and after the two put on cotton clothes, they went out with a box of fireworks in their arms.

Looking at Zuo Chuan's speed as if he was fleeing for his life, Qi Zhongxuan was puzzled.

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave. My dad drank too much, so he should talk about talking with others later." Zuo Chuan said, he shivered, and felt a chill all over his body.

The two of them were wearing thick clothes, so they didn't feel too cold, but Qi Zhongxuan sat down as soon as he went out, or sat cross-legged directly on the snow.

"Get up, let's put it over there." Zuo Chuan said that he was going to pull Qi Zhongxuan, but Qi Zhongxuan pulled him over instead.

Zuo Chuan was unprepared and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the snow was so heavy that it didn't hurt when he fell to the ground.

Qi Zhongxuan pulled Zuo Chuan up, sat on his lap, and hugged him from behind: "I'm not leaving, just let it go here."

Smelling the smell of alcohol exhaled by Qi Zhongxuan, Zuo Chuan realized that this person was drunk, but his reaction was different from others.

Qi Zhongxuan became more and more sober as he got drunk, especially on his face, he couldn't tell anything strange.

Drunk people are most afraid of blowing cold wind, and Qi Zhongxuan himself is weak, Zuo Chuan wanted to pull people in, but the other party insisted on setting off fireworks.

A little bit of fire light falls on the white snow, with clear traces, and in the bright fireworks is the innocent smiling face of the lover.

Zuo Chuan leaned against Qi Zhongxuan's arms, his heart was full of peace, serenity, and joy...

Qi Zhongxuan licked Zuo Chuan's earlobe, the heat from his breath made Zuo Chuan's heart tremble, Zuo Chuan leaned back, his furry head leaned on Qi Zhongxuan's shoulder.

Qi Zhongxuan put his face down, lowered his head, and took Zuo Chuan's lips into his mouth.

With the breath of alcohol anesthesia, Zuo Chuan was addicted to it, and his whole body relaxed and paralyzed on Qi Zhongxuan's body...

In the vast white world, two people embracing each other is the only bright spot...

In the dead of night, the windows on the twelfth floor of an ordinary residential building in Zhencheng were still dimly lit.

Zhang Wenjie was lying on the bed, looking at the photo of Li Chengzhe on the phone screen, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said blessings to the photo: "Happy New Year, Li Chengzhe."

Because of the New Year's Eve, Master Hu needs to cook the New Year's Eve dinner reserved by the guests in the restaurant, so this New Year will be Zhang Wenjie's own New Year's Eve.

Touching his hungry stomach, Zhang Wenjie got up, went to the kitchen to cook some simple meals, and stuffed his stomach indiscriminately. It has been more than two months, and Zhang Wenjie has started to practice some basic knife skills with Master Hu.

Zhang Wenjie imagined the day when he would become a chef, and imagined the day when he would cook for Li Chengzhe, but he knew that all this was just his dream.

Li Chengzhe left and went abroad, and maybe he will never come back again. The relationship between them is destined to be an unrequited love that ended before it started.

Lying on the window, watching the heavy snow fluttering outside, Zhang Wenjie opened the window and stretched out his hand.

A piece of crystal snowflakes fell on the palm, and the feeling of coolness made Zhang Wenjie laugh.

Withdrawing his hand, Zhang Wenjie watched the snowflakes melt into a small drop of water in his palm, which was as cool as tears.

Stretching out the tip of his tongue to carefully touch the coldness of his palm, Zhang Wenjie smiled faintly, but the water vapor in his eyes became more and more condensed, dense, and then slipped down...

Lying on the soft bed, Zhang Wenjie kissed the photo of Li Chengzhe on the screen. This was secretly taken when he was about to leave that day. In the photo, Li Chengzhe had his eyes slightly closed, and his face was flushed with satisfaction.

"Good night, dear!" Zhang Wenjie kissed Li Chengzhe, put the phone on his heart, and turned off the bedside lamp.

The night returned to tranquility, only the snowflakes all over the sky remained the same, eloquently, like an elf from heaven...

In a classroom with a time difference of twelve hours, Li Chengzhe listened to the professor talking on the podium and looked at the photos of his friends celebrating the New Year in the mobile phone group. Melancholy.

The page was turned, and Li Chengzhe opened the photo album, which contained his graduation photo from middle school and a group photo of more than forty people.

Enlarging the photo, the face in the lower left corner is clearly displayed, thin, pale, youthful, beautiful, different existences, but so harmonious.

Groping for Zhang Wenjie's face, Li Chengzhe felt uncomfortable, tightening up and down, throbbing with pain...

On the podium, the professor's face became blurred, but the call in his heart was extraordinarily clear: go back, go back and find him...

Qing Chang's body screamed and stood up, the stool behind him fell over with a bang, ignoring the strange eyes of his classmates and the sharp call of the professor on the podium, Li Chengzhe took a big step and left the classroom...