fall or redemption

What's the matter with the figures?How do you feel that you took the photos you took, you wouldn’t buy them, would you?But aren't you not interested in this? "

"Can you ask one question at a time? First, it is true that I took the picture. Second, it is true that I bought it. Then, I am still not interested in it."

"..."

"I'll go, why are you not interested in buying it? The question is where did you buy it?"

"Didn't I tell you about my grandfather's house in City A? So of course I bought it here in City A, at a store called MonaGK."

"MonaGK? Is there a physical store of theirs in City A? Why did you buy it?"

"Send someone."

"Brother Ran, you...you don't want to give it to me, do you?"

"Um, I'm just sending you the photo, the real thing has already been sent to someone."

"Damn~ who is so big on face?"

Sure enough, he told He Can the whole story, and He Can said, "Dare you come here on purpose to make me jealous, right?"

Sure enough, he readily admitted: "Yes."

He Can: "End of friends~"

After hanging up the phone, it turned out that the time was only 4 o'clock, and I ran downstairs to find Xia Xiaoqin, wanting to borrow a set of brush tools to pass the time, Xia Xiaoqin was bored in the room drawing, and after hearing what really came, she put down her pen in surprise: " The sun came out from the west today? Usually it’s harder for you to practice drawing than climbing to the sky. I haven’t seen you move a brush since you were in the third year of high school. What stimulated you today?”

Sure enough, he grinned, "I'm afraid I won't dare to say you are my mother in the future, and I'm afraid it will embarrass you, so let's practice."

Xia Xiaoqin narrowed her eyes and squinted at him, "Who are you lying to? This is, if you have this awareness, why did I spend so much time to let you learn the basics?"

Sure enough, he smiled: "Is there a specialization in art? I don't want to be a painter like you, so it's enough to learn the basics and cultivate my sentiment."

Xia Xiaoqin gave her a blank look: "Oil painting? Chinese painting?"

Sure enough, he laughed: "Of course it's a sketch, oil painting and Chinese painting are so troublesome."

"...Are you kidding me? For sketching, you come to ask me to borrow a brush tool? Just take a pencil and draw on the scratch paper." Xia Xiaoqin said speechlessly.

"Ms. Xia, is that all you have as a painter? What's wrong with sketching so you don't like it?" Sure enough, she said angrily.

Xia Xiaoqin smiled, "Then why are oil paintings and traditional Chinese paintings so unpopular with you? Since I was a child, I picked up simple ones, and I can do sketches. Are you ashamed to say that I am your mother? What about your enlightenment?"

In the end Xia Xiaoqin threw him a set of traditional Chinese painting tools, "I'll check after painting, don't waste my good rice paper!"

Sure enough, I suddenly realized that I was really looking for trouble...

When he returned to the room, after he had arranged all the drawing tools, his mind was blank. What to draw was a problem.

After Jiang Han returned to the room, he felt his heart being pulled and hurt when he took a deep breath. This happened occasionally in the past. He took medicine and lay down on the bed to rest. I don’t know if it was because he was too tired today, but unexpectedly he slept peacefully. , When he woke up, he found that it was already 04:30, and he had been asleep for almost two hours. He suddenly remembered that the study door was locked, and he couldn't study.

When Jiang Han knocked on the door, he was really ready to write. He decided to draw the picture in his mind when he heard Jiang Han playing the piano that day.He put down his pen and went to open the door, only to find that it was Jiang Han, with a smile all over his face: "You're awake, are you resting well?"

Jiang Han smiled unconsciously, "Well, I slept unexpectedly for a long time today. I forgot to open the study door for you, why didn't you call me?"

Sure enough, he smirked, "I wanted to call you, but I was afraid of disturbing your rest, and then I found myself a hard job because I was bored." Sure enough, he turned sideways to let Jiang Han in.

Jiang Han looked at the brushes, paints, rice paper and other painting tools on his desk in surprise, and then thought of Xia Xiaoqin, and then he understood again. "What are you going to draw?"

Sure enough, he answered briskly: "When you played "Moonlight" to me that day, the picture in my mind."

Jiang Han became interested: "Then I am really looking forward to your masterpiece."

Sure enough, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Han, play it for me again, to deepen the impression of the picture."

Jiang Han thought for a while, "Why don't you go to the study to draw, I will play the piano and you draw, so as to find inspiration for your creation?"

Sure enough, he snapped his fingers happily: "Okay, okay~"

After moving everything to the study, Jiang Han pulled Guo Guo to the door again, "Add your fingerprint, he can come in when I'm not around."

Sure enough, he suddenly felt as if he had obtained some kind of privilege. Looking at the finger that Jiang Han pinched and pressed his fingerprints on, his heart felt like a marshmallow stuffed in his heart, soft and sweet.

The familiar melody sounded, and it seemed as if a conditioned reflex had been formed. Immediately, the quiet hut under the moonlit night appeared in my mind. Outside the house was the lake shrouded in moonlight. It seemed that a layer of tulle was floating on the hazy lake against the night wind. The boat sleeps silently under the cold moonlight.

Sure enough, I quickly picked up my pen and ink, fearing that this beautiful picture would disappear.He didn't care about some small mistakes during the period. For some reason, he was a little anxious to draw, as if he was eager to present the picture, but the more he drew, the slower and slower he drew, and finally he seemed to be distracted, holding it in his hand. Before the pen fell down, the ink on the pen tip fell onto the paper with a "pop". Sure enough, he came back to his senses, looked at the blank space by the window of the hut, and looked up at Jiang Han who was playing the piano. The root string is on.The blank space was obviously intended to draw something, but he didn't continue to draw in the end.

Jiang Han kept playing "Moonlight" in a loop. He was wondering what the picture in his mind would be if he heard this song, and what kind of work he would draw with his wild imagination, until he called him.

"Brother Han, I finished the drawing."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Jiang Han walked over curiously.When he saw Guo Ran's painting, he was stunned, and it took him a while to find his voice, "Is this really the picture you thought of when you heard this song?"

Sure enough, I couldn't see Jiang Han's expression, and nodded nervously, "Could it be that the artistic conception I understand is far from the original meaning of this song?"

Jiang Han looked at him with a complicated expression, "No," he paused for a while, "I suspect that you came into my mind to steal the picture."

Sure enough, it took a while to understand Jiang Han's meaning, and he said happily: "So, do the two of us think of the same picture? Is this called a tacit understanding?"

Jiang Han's mood at this time is really a bit complicated. Everyone's experience, state of mind, and thoughts are different. Two people can think of the same picture after hearing a song, which makes him feel a little incredible, but it's like He found someone who understood him in the vast crowd, which made him feel a little happy.Jiang Han suddenly wanted to hug Guoguo very much, so he raised his hand and walked over to pull him into his arms and hugged him vigorously, and said briskly: "Well, I really have a heart-to-heart connection." Then he quickly let go .

Sure enough, he was startled by this sudden hug, his heart was pounding, the tip of his nose touched Jiang Han's neck, Jiang Han's unique smell quickly penetrated into his nasal cavity, the faint scent of tea mixed with the fragrance of shower gel or Anything else, this is Jiang Han's unique taste.Then he heard Jiang Han's voice ringing in his ears, low, warm, with some light joy, and sure enough, the string in his heart seemed to be plucked again.He looked down at the blank space on the screen, and murmured in his heart, sure enough, you are finished.

Jiang Han looked at the painting again, then pointed to the blank space on the window and asked: "Is this the blank space you specially designed?"

Sure enough, he was ambiguous with a guilty conscience and nodded.

Jiang Han thought about it, and it was quite fascinating, but he always felt that the blank space here was a bit deliberate, but he didn't say anything more.

Xia Xiaoqin rarely caught a chance to let Guo Ran start writing. She checked the time and thought it was about the same time, so she went upstairs to check the results. Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, she must be in the study. Sure enough, when she heard the knock on the door, she said helplessly to Jiang Han: "I Bet on five packs of spicy strips, Ms. Xia is definitely here to collect homework."

Jiang Han: "What spicy strips?"

really:……

"Of course, are you inside?" Xia Xiaoqin's voice sounded.

Jiang Han hurriedly replied: "Third Aunt, please come in, the door is unlocked."

Xia Xiaoqin opened the door and came in, and said with a smile: "Jiang Han is here too, but we didn't cause you any trouble, right? You've always been taking care of him recently."

Jiang Han replied politely: "Nothing, just really take care of me more."

Sure enough, I thought to myself, apart from cooking a porridge, I didn’t seem to take care of you (⊙o⊙)...

Xia Xiaoqin said with a smile: "I don't know my son yet, he only needs to be taken care of. If he knows how to take care of others, he will really grow up."

Sure enough, she didn't like it when she heard it: "Ms. Xia, please pay attention to your words, I have grown up already, okay? I will be 18 in two months."

Jiang Han smiled and said nothing.

Xia Xiaoqin gave him a blank look: "It's the same at Bashi, have you finished painting yet?"

Sure enough: "Can your mind stop jumping like this?" He pointed to the desk, "Hey, please take a look!"

Xia Xiaoqin came over to look carefully, then nodded, "Not bad, you can still draw like this after half a year without writing, where did you find the painting to copy?"

Sure enough, he snorted arrogantly: "Ms. Xia, can you please respect the original author? Who copied it? Don't swear!"

Xia Xiaoqin was surprised: "Is it really your own creation?"

Sure enough, his nostrils were upturned, "That's natural. If you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Han. This is the artistic conception I understand after listening to Brother Han's music."

Xia Xiaoqin raised her head and looked at Jiang Han. Jiang Han looked at Guo Ruo's smug expression, as if he saw that the tail behind him was up to the sky, and nodded with a smile, "Well, I can testify that I really did draw it myself."

Xia Xiaoqin smiled gratifiedly and said, "Yes, sure enough, my classmate has made progress, but..." Xia Xiaoqin looked at the blank space: "Why didn't the characters here be drawn?"

Sure enough: ...the vision is too poisonous, Ms. Xia... Sure enough, she can't fool professionals.

"Eh, huh, huh~" As expected, she pretended to be stupid.

Xia Xiaoqin thought he was being lazy again like when he was a child, "How many times have I told you not to be lazy, and to be responsible for one's own creation, and the artistic conception will be completely different if you omit a few strokes."

really:……

Jiang Han on the side frowned slightly: "Did you omit it on purpose?"

"Ah, no, no, absolutely not, I, I temporarily feel that adding characters doesn't fit the artistic conception of this song." Sure enough, I was really afraid that Jiang Han would misunderstand.

Xia Xiaoqin said: "What song? If it is to echo the song, then it's a different matter."

Sure enough, Xia Xiaoqin quickly interrupted the topic, Xia Xiaoqin checked the results and didn't delve into the details to go downstairs, then suddenly turned her head and said to Guo Ruo: "By the way, it will be New Year's Eve tomorrow, eat dinner tonight and go to bed early, and go to bed early tomorrow." Get up, clean up your room, post Spring Festival couplets, door gods, New Year pictures, hang lanterns, and make dumplings. Although Aunt Li has a New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s only lively when the family gathers together to make dumplings. , so it’s time to recharge your spirits.”

Sure enough, he nodded and agreed. Hearing Xia Xiaoqin say so much, he thought it was quite interesting. In previous years, their family’s New Year celebration was the same as usual.

He asked Jiang Han: "Do you do this every New Year?"

Jiang Han: "Well, there are a lot of people, so it has to be lively to have a New Year's flavor."

Sure enough, he began to look forward to it, and he said while tidying up: "I'll take the brush to wash first."

Seeing that he was about to put away the painting, Jiang Han hurriedly said, "Can you give me this painting?"

Sure enough, he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Han in a daze, and then glanced at the blank space again, feeling guilty for no reason: "Uh, this painting is not very good, I will draw a better and more meaningful one for you some other day." !"

Jiang Han smiled: "You listen to the artistic conception of the piece I played, and it is so similar to the picture in my mind. Isn't this picture meaningful enough?"

Sure enough, he couldn't refute: "Then if you don't dislike it, I will give it to you!"

"Why, I like it very much, you draw very well!" He said, stretched out his hand to gently hold it up and looked carefully.

Sure enough, he suddenly felt a little hot on his face, picked up the paintbrush and went out.

Sure enough, as expected that night, he didn't sleep well and kept dreaming, but the dream was full of Jiang Han. Jiang Han stood in the afterglow of the sunset when he was in despair, and Bai Yiyi looked at him affectionately when he was talking with the Bai family. Jiang Han, Jiang Feng said that he was a perverted genius, Jiang Han who was sick and had no appetite but ate his porridge alone, Jiang Han who helped him study Chinese and sorted out materials, Jiang Han who questioned his major seriously and discussed , Jiang Han laughing while watching him doing exaggerated gymnastics, Jiang Han comforting him when he thinks of his father, Jiang Han concentrating on playing the piano, Jiang Han carefully holding his painting and saying he likes it...every Jiang Han It was as clear and vivid as if it had been deeply imprinted in his mind.

Sure enough, I woke up very early. After waking up, I didn't dare to sleep or think about it. It was just another bizarre dream. I immediately started to wash, went downstairs to eat, and started a fulfilling day.

The old man downstairs is trimming a pot of Podocarpus pine. He is wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses and his back is slightly bent, but he does not see the old-fashioned posture that old people often have. The above is the open-mindedness and transparency after all the vicissitudes. He was talking with Jiang Han who was helping him. Jiang Han looked up at the old man from time to time, or the two of them laughed at the same time when they mentioned some interesting things. The grandfather and grandson laughed together. Hearty, a smile without a word, the picture is warm and beautiful.

Sure enough, wherever there is Jiang Han is a beautiful picture.

Sure enough, he stood by the stairs and said hello: "Grandpa, Brother Han, Happy New Year!"

The old man raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head and kept his hands in his hands, and said with a smile, "I didn't prepare any red envelopes today, so I'll give you a big red envelope by being more active in New Year's greetings tomorrow."

Jiang Han also smiled and said, "Grandpa has already said so, it seems unreasonable not to give you a red envelope."

The old man let out a long "hmm~" and said to Jiang Han: "That's right, you are also the big brother anyway."

Jiang Han: "Grandpa, the red envelope you gave me should be bigger."

Sure enough, he smiled, "Absolutely positive, Grandpa, I will definitely be the first to give you New Year's greetings!"

After breakfast, Jiang Feng and Jiang Yi sure enough, Jiang Han started to post Spring Festival couplets, door gods, New Year pictures, and hanging lanterns, a few people were fighting, or pointing at each other, or trying to see who hung the tallest lanterns. This is the taste of the year.The style of this old house can be integrated with these decorations, and it does not look out of place. On the contrary, it highlights the unique taste of this old villa. When all the lanterns are lit at night, the whole house is shrouded in a world of brilliant lights Here, very dreamy and beautiful.

In the afternoon, dumplings began to be made, and everyone gathered around the table, even the old man was no exception.Kneading the dough, rolling out the skin, and stuffing, when everything is ready, everyone starts to wrap it up.Everyone, the atmosphere was very warm, and Jiang Feng looked at the dumplings that he made and laughed: "I'll go, finally someone is uglier than the dumplings I made."

Following Jiang Feng's words, everyone's eyes turned to the dumplings just wrapped in Guo Ruo's hands. It looked like an oval dough with too much stuffing and the mouth was not sealed. With a big grin, they laughed at the creator's technology in a very appropriate way. A burst of laughter came to support, the most exaggerated one was Xia Xiaoqin's laughter.

Sure enough: ...the ridicule from my own mother.

Sure enough, he habitually touched his nose and said, "Laugh as much as you like. It's Chinese New Year, and it's worth making you smile more."

Jiang Han next to him watched the flour on the tip of his nose cover up the small mole, raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve: "Don't touch the flour on your hands."

Sure enough, he got a little itchy from being rubbed, and took half a step back, then looked at the dumplings made by Jiang Han, and felt ashamed. The dumplings made by Jiang Han were even in size, beautiful in shape, neatly arranged in a row, like gold ingots bestowed by the emperor.

Sure enough, I observed Jiang Han's steps of making dumplings, and then imitated his example, put a large spoonful of fillings and wrapped them up clumsily. After wrapping them up, heh!It’s not like a dumpling, it’s just a big round ball. The first one has too much stuffing, so put a little less in the second one. I don’t want to wrap it up, it’s flat, and I can’t stand up weakly. It’s the same even if I wrap a few ;Looking at Jiang Han's proficiency, I felt itchy in my heart, and stood there in a daze, not knowing where to start.At this time, Jiang Han extended a helping hand to him. Jiang Han picked up a dumpling wrapper and put it in Guo Guo's hand, and said to him: "Put the dumpling filling in a moderate amount, neither too much nor too little, and then put it in the right place. Fold the dumpling wrapper in half," said Guoruo's hand to help him fold the dumpling wrapper in half, "then pinch one end of the dumpling to fold it inward, and then pinch it together," Jiang Han pinched his hand and taught him how to wrap it, " Just a few times in this way, a dumpling is made."

Jiang Han's low and warm voice, the scent of tea on Jiang Han's body that he smelled because he was too close, and the tactile sensation of his fingers, all came out at the same time as if they were half a beat behind.Sure enough, he stared blankly at the dumpling that Jiang Han taught him to wrap, quietly marked it, and silently put it aside.

Sure enough, he made one himself according to the steps taught by Jiang Han, but he didn't expect it to look good. He raised his head and said with a smile, "There are really no students who can't teach, only teachers who can't teach! Teacher Jiang, how about taking a look? "

Jiang Han smiled brightly at him: "Well, the child can be taught, yes, very beautiful, better than Jiang Feng, taught him how to wrap a few times, and now he is still ugly and not easy to use."

Jiang Feng immediately became unhappy: "Hey, if you want to praise him, you can praise him well, why do you have to hurt me?"

Jiang Yi smiled and said, "That's right, the dumplings we Xiaofeng are making now have improved, at least they won't turn into noodle dumpling soup after cooking."

Jiang Feng elbowed him, "Jiang Yi, which side are you on!"

The crowd laughed.

The New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous, and I really felt that the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year was as strong as when I was a child, but even Jiang Feng and Jiang Yi were poured wine during the dinner, but when it was Guoan's turn, it was replaced with fruit juice, which was nicknamed: Underage Can't drink alcohol.Sure enough, I strived hard: "I will be an adult in only two months!" Sure enough, I was really happy and wanted to raise my glass with everyone.

Jiang Han poured the juice into the glass, and sure enough touched the glass, said: "The important thing is the atmosphere, not whether it is wine or juice, I will drink juice with you."

The reason why Jiang Han can't drink... Sure enough, he picked up the cup and clinked glasses with Jiang Han, his eyebrows and eyes frowned: "Well, brother Han is right, and I just remembered that I drink only one glass, how can I keep the year old after drinking it?" We're going to set off fireworks after dinner!"

In the middle of the meal, Aunt Li came over and said that she was ready to cook dumplings, and she sneaked into the kitchen and asked Aunt Li to cook the dumplings she had marked for him separately.

When eating dumplings, everyone recognized the owner of the dumpling while eating. The old man picked up a dumpling and said with a smile: "This must be made by Jiang Han. It is beautiful with plenty of stuffing. It looks good and is delicious."

Jiang Mingliang couldn't laugh or cry with a dumpling in his arms: "Who made this? The dumpling skin is wrapped with dumpling skin? There is no filling at all!"

The crowd laughed again.

Sure enough, he was eating the dumplings that he secretly kept, savoring carefully and slowly, together with some complicated emotions in his heart, and before he could figure out the specific taste, a dumpling was gone...

After drinking and eating, everyone watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. Jiang Feng and really couldn't wait to set off the fireworks, so they dragged Jiang Yi and Jiang Han to move the fireworks and firecrackers to the yard.

Xia Xiaoqin also came out to join in the fun: "With a firework stick in my hand, I am a girl with a beautiful smile~"

Sure enough: "... Ms. Xia, be more reserved."

In the end, he and Jiang Feng ran around dancing around like a child with all kinds of handheld fireworks.

Xia Xiaoqin: ...I'd better go to the Spring Festival Gala.

Jiang Yi and Jiang Han——the same emoji were sold at a huge sale, watching the wild dance of the two younger brothers dotingly.

Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that it was time for the live broadcast, so he took out his mobile phone and entered the live broadcast room to start broadcasting the fireworks.

Sure enough, he lit a long firework stick and walked in front of Jiang Han: "Brother Han, Happy New Year!" The firelight between the two of them illuminated each other's eyes very brightly, and each saw a vast world of fiery trees and silver flowers. .

Jiang Han took the firework stick in his hand, staring at Guo Ruo with starry eyes, and smiled softly: "As expected, Happy New Year!"

"High Sweet Live!"

"My titanium alloy dog ​​eyes..."

"How did this New Year's greeting sound like a live confession~"

"Young Master Han!!!"

"Is this the fruit milk that appeared in Fengfeng's live broadcast last time?"

"Sure enough, there is adultery."

"Yes, sure enough."

“Exactly what I expected”

"Sure enough, there is a situation."

"Fengfeng's live broadcast seems to have surprises every time~"

Jiang Feng: "...Um, even I feel like this. I've been with you guys for too long, and now I've lost sight of Renji."

"Both male and female CP^O^"

"If you count your fingers, Fengfeng has the potential to be bent."

"Once you enter the Rotten Gate, it's as deep as the sea, and from then on you'll be a passerby."

"Hahaha……"

Jiang Feng took his mobile phone to Jiang Hanruo, "Happy New Year! Come and say hello to our little friends."

Sure enough, I had the first experience, and it was much more natural, smiling brightly at the phone: "Hello, happy new year!"

Jiang Han lowered his head and smiled. He was already immune to Jiang Feng's live broadcast. He raised his head and waved: "Happy New Year!"

Jiang Feng turned the phone and smiled wickedly: "The ones you want are in the same frame."

"They look so good together!"

"Attack and receive are clear!"

"The [-]-character brain supplement is omitted here."

"I'm so impressed with CP!"

Jiang Feng smirked and took a screenshot of the bullet screen and planned to send it to the person later.

"Handsome lads, are you having fun?"

Four young and handsome boys turned their heads with smiles on their faces, and heard a "click" at the same time, and the picture was frozen at this moment.

Xia Xiaoqin proudly looked at the photos in the SLR camera and said, "Tsk tsk tsk...it's the real version of F4, handsome!"

Yang Jing, who was following behind, smiled brightly, "Xiaofeng and Xiaoyi have had many scouts come up with their ideas since elementary school."

Xia Xiaoqin echoed: "If they debut, they will definitely be a super popular idol group."

"How could Haoerlang from the Jiang family get into that kind of messy entertainment industry!" Jiang Mingliang's slightly stern tone made Jiang Feng, who was broadcasting live, unconsciously tremble. Jiang Yi patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.

Jiang Mingqing said at the right time: "Every industry will encounter messy things, and the star effect of spreading positive energy is irreplaceable. Second brother, don't have too much prejudice."

Yang Jing glanced at Jiang Feng and said, "That's right, let's not talk about this, it will be twelve o'clock soon, let's count down to welcome the New Year together!"

Jiang Han came over to support the old man, "Grandpa, slow down, sit on the rattan chair here." Then he looked at his watch, and said to Jiang Feng and Jiang Yihe, "You guys are going to light the fireworks, there are still 2 minutes left." .”

Jiang Feng and Sure enough said in unison: "Okay!"

Jiang Yi: ...

Jiang Han looked at his watch: "The countdown has started, 10, 9, 8..."

Everyone started counting down together: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!"

At the same time, dazzling fireworks bloom brilliantly in the night sky, colorful fireworks compete in the night, warmly enter the stage and bloom, and heroically leave the stage, going on and on, so firm, so decisive, because that is their destiny, to create a visual feast for people , illuminating all the happiness in people's hearts in an instant. Sure enough, looking at the fireworks all over the sky, the complicated emotions in his heart seemed to gradually become clear between the blooming and disappearing of the fireworks. He looked at the people in the splendid fireworks. Jiang Han, I don't know if it's his illusion, he felt that Jiang Han's expression was a little lonely, even sad, slightly lost in thought, he didn't know what he was thinking, as expected, he had never seen Jiang Han like this before, he suddenly realized that he He doesn't know Jiang Han at all. The Jiang Han he knows is the well-known genius Jiang Han. The fingerprint locks in Jiang Han's study and bedroom suddenly flashed in his mind. This person has locked his real self. The real Jiang Han is a little He had never seen a shadow before, and he felt an urgent desire to understand this person.

Sure enough, he walked towards Jiang Han firmly, stood beside him and tugged at the hem of his clothes, looked up at him, showing some concern, and asked cautiously, "Brother Han, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Han was brought back to his thoughts, and he was in a daze for a while. Seeing that his upturned face was extremely white by the fireworks, there was a hint of caution in his bright eyes, like a small animal that wanted to explore out of curiosity but was afraid of danger. Similarly, Jiang Han suddenly felt soft inside. If it really was a small animal, he would probably squat down and touch its soft fur, hold it in his arms carefully, and tell it curious stories.In the end, he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and then sighed, revealing a trace of emotion, "Look at those fleeting fireworks, although their flowering period is short, they have also bloomed vigorously, this is the meaning of their existence ; Then how can a human being come to this world in vain?"

Sure enough, looking at Jiang Han's bitter smile, hearing that sigh, and thinking about what he said, the tip of his nose couldn't help but feel sour. He suddenly understood, how could Jiang Han not know his illness?He can show a genius side in various fields, but how could he be ignorant of his illness and kept in the dark like a fool?He knew everything, but pretended not to know anything, and Jiang's family didn't mention him, and he didn't say anything about it. For so many years, he suffered silently by himself, how lonely must he be?

In an instant, everyone left the scene, and in the entire world of fiery trees and silver flowers, only Jiang Han was alone, enjoying the fireworks in this prosperous age.Can this world open a door for him, let him go in to accompany Jiang Han, and enjoy the prosperity side by side with him?

After the fireworks were set off, the whole world suddenly became quiet, and a strong smell of pornography permeated the air.The old man was too old to stay up late, so he had to go back to his room to rest. Jiang Mingqing and Jiang Mingliang also entered the room.

Jiang Feng was rarely quiet and squatted on the ground to play with his mobile phone. Jiang Yi walked over and squatted down next to him, "Just let go and do what you like. I'm here."

Jiang Feng puffed up his cheeks and didn't speak, Jiang Han also walked over and stood behind him and rubbed his head vigorously, "This is not like the style of our little lunatic, the second uncle showed the slightest objection to you. Shrunk? It’s unscientific. With your style, shouldn’t you fight with reason and toss it to your heart’s content?”

Jiang Feng leaned his head on Jiang Yi's shoulder and said in a coquettish tone: "Didn't I feel sorry for my brother? Since I was a child, he has always stood in front of me in everything, and I just went away happily." , leave my brother to clean up the mess?"

Jiang Yi was funny and angry: "How many times have I cleaned up, this time is not bad!"

Jiang Han held one in each hand: "Don't give up on the things you like easily, and you have to live the way you like in your whole life, so that the whole life will be meaningful."

He said and patted the two of them on the head, "Even if one day I have to take on some responsibilities, at least before that, I should enjoy the process of working hard for what I like."

Jiang Han can't say to his two younger brothers, "Go ahead and do what you like, I will do everything", because he can't decide where his own end point is.

Sure enough, he heard the cause and effect, and asked in surprise, "Jiang Feng, do you really want to be a star?"

Jiang Feng smiled wryly, "I'm still thinking about it, Xingyou has been waiting for my reply."

"Xingyou? Is that the super awesome Xingyou? There are no unpopular artists signed by their family, they are simply superstar manufacturers!" Sure enough, her eyes widened.

"Well, they talked to me many times, and I refused on the grounds of my studies, but they said that I can focus on my studies in the early stage, and just release a music album first."

"Wow~ Then I'm going to hurry up and take a few more photos with you!" As he spoke, he took out his phone and started shooting wildly, changing targets while shooting, "I feel that you will all be very powerful people in the future, come with me Let’s take a few pictures, you will become famous in the future, I will take the pictures to show off.” When he took a selfie with Jiang Yi, he couldn’t take a few pictures in a row, “I said, classmate Jiang Yi, can you Smile? How can I show it off like this?"

Jiang Feng laughed, "Why do you call him Boss Yi when you are my little friends? The record of zero smile in front of the camera has never been broken."

Sure enough, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's take a photo with my idol," he said, looking at Jiang Han with a smile, "Brother Han, let's take some photos together."

Jiang Han nodded generously, "Okay!"

In the camera, Jiang Han has a gentle expression, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyes are also very gentle. As expected, he lost his mind for a moment and quickly took several photos in succession, and put away his phone contentedly.

Jiang Feng: "... When did he become your idol?"

"Not long ago, haha, I'm sorry, even if you became a star and became popular in the sky, my idol is still Brother Han."

"Tch, I'll have a lot of fans by then, so I won't miss you."

Jiang Feng thought in his heart: ... Friends, your CP really has adultery.

"By the way, did you take out the Kongming lantern I chose earlier?" Sure enough, he asked Jiang Feng.

"I seemed to see it when I was holding the fireworks just now. Let me take a look." Jiang Feng took it out of a red bag and weighed it in his hand. It burned directly. Can this be put in the sky?"

Sure enough, he didn't answer him, and asked Jiang Han: "Brother Han, I remember that you seem to have a brush in your study?"

"Well, yes, what's the matter? You want to write on it?"

"Brother Han is the one who knows me." Sure enough, he ran back to the study to get his brush and ink.

Jiang Feng: "Is it so poetic?"

It was rare for Jiang Yi to show interest. He remembered that three years ago when he and Jiang Feng put up a Kongming lantern together, he silently made a very important wish in his heart, hoping that the lantern could bring the wish to the sky to help him realize it; It burned down unexpectedly, and he was depressed for a long time because of this.

"Brother, your eyes are shining, hehe." Jiang Feng put his arms around Jiang Yi's neck.

Jiang Yi: "I want to try again to see if I can release it successfully."

Sure enough, he ran back slightly panting: "It will definitely succeed! Let's each write a wish on it." He handed the smiling ink to Jiang Han, "Brother Han comes first."

Jiang Han took it silently, thought for a moment, and only wrote four simple words: All wishes come true.

Then he looked up at Jiang Feng and said, "I hope Xiao Feng can achieve what she wants and become an influential superstar."

Then he said to Jiang Yi, "I hope Xiao Yi can achieve what he wants and become a famous architect."

Finally, he said to Guo Ruo: "I hope that Ruo Ruo's wish will come true, and I will get a title on the gold list of the college entrance examination."

Jiang Feng and Jiang Yi said in unison: "You are the greatest!" After speaking, they looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, he said in his heart: The title of the gold list is a must, don't think about it, what I'm thinking about right now is...

He took the pen in Jiang Han's hand and said, "Brother Han, then I can only give you my good wishes." He wrote next to Jiang Han's elegant four words: "One wishes for the king to be happy, two May you be healthy, Jiang Feng grabbed his hand when he was about to write a poem, "You are writing a poem, we haven't written it yet, save us some space."

Sure enough, he pursed his mouth: "Okay..."

Jiang Han slightly curled his fingers against the tip of his nose and secretly smiled, then lowered his head and whispered into Guo Guo's ear, "Recently I've been cramming ancient prose, which word did you change?"

Sure enough, he made a mistake and forgot about Jiang Han's perverted brain capacity, so he could never forget it. He originally wanted to imitate Chen Sanyuan, expressing his wish for Jiang Han's health, but he didn't expect Jiang Han to know the source.

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