best day

Dewey's family has nothing but relatives.

The holidays must be extremely lively, not to mention the Chinese New Year, which is the most important thing for Chinese people.

It was just four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were four generations living under the same roof at my grandfather's house, which was extremely noisy.

In previous years, Ermeng was busy receiving red envelopes, but recently she lived in a trance, only to realize that she had turned into a poor man who gave out red envelopes.

He was heartbroken being surrounded by children giving lucky money one by one, laughing until his heart bleeds.

It wasn't until someone patted his shoulder that he regained his senses.

Du Yi curled his mouth and gave him a credit card: "Happy New Year."

"I don't want it anymore, Mom said..." Dewey quickly refused.

Du Yi messed up his head: "No matter how old you are, you are my younger brother."

"Hey." Dewey laughed, unconsciously peeking at the big clock in the living room.

Du Yi asked: "What, what's the matter?"

Dewey immediately waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I was wondering why we don't have dinner yet, I'm hungry."

How could he be fine.

Zheng Luolai's family didn't seem to exist in the first place, and now that it has become like this, there is no place to go. Finally, they can celebrate the Spring Festival together, and Dewey wants to go back to accompany him no matter what.

But having said that, if you want to get away with the New Year's Eve dinner, you really don't know how to get past the parents.

——He is too happy now after all, so happy that he doesn't have the courage to break any phantom.

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Desperately eating something, Dewey sat among the children and became dazed.

He looked at his father and grandpa, who were admired by all the stars, and his heart was cold, and he couldn't think of any excuse to escape.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yushang, who was helping to serve the dishes, suddenly broke the plate in his hand while he was depressed, and retched while covering his mouth.

Bai Xia quickly helped her daughter-in-law up and smiled, "Sui Sui is safe, this is a normal reaction of her pregnancy, you eat yours, don't worry."

Jiang Yushang looked haggard, calmed down and said softly, "I'm sorry, I'm fine."

"This child is too quiet, go back to the house and rest, don't rush around." Grandpa Du was just waiting to hug his great-grandson, his face was full of joy during the Spring Festival.

No matter what, Du Yi would not let his wife suffer. Seeing the chaos in his grandfather's house, he got up and said, "Why don't I send Xiao Yu back first, and I'll come back later."

"You're drunk, so you can't drive." Jiang Yushang gently curved the corner of her mouth, then turned her head and said, "Dewey will send me off, I'm really not feeling well, so I won't spoil everyone's happiness."

Bai Xia quickly picked up her second son: "Hurry up, send your sister-in-law off, and be careful."

Dewey nodded, put on his down jacket and walked away with Jiang Yushang.

-

Who knew that as soon as the car drove slowly to the side of the street, Jiang Yushang, who had always been weak, suddenly straightened up and said, "Fool, aren't you going to find Luo Lai, why don't you leave?"

Dewey was surprised, he didn't expect that she was helping him: "Then you..."

"I'm nothing, I'm just pretending, I want to burn some paper for my parents." Jiang Yushang smiled: "Let's go."

Dewey was worried: "If it doesn't work, then I have to send it to you."

Jiang Yushang said: "What are you giving me? I don't even have a driver's license. I'm not as good at driving as I am. Anyway, I won't see you off. Why don't you take a taxi?"

This woman is like this, she usually looks like a gentle lady, but under any circumstances, she can become the focus of everyone's dependence.

Dewey was silent for a long while, then whispered: "Thank you, I spoke too hard that day... I'm sorry."

Jiang Yushang didn't care: "You're still young, but you're fine with me. You should be careful when you talk and do things. Don't say what you say is useless, and don't do what you do if it is useless."

Dewey nodded.

Jiang Yushang lightly shook his hand: "Treat brother Luolai well, it's not easy for him."

Dewey nodded again.

-

Dark, deserted, lifeless.

Dewey took out the key card and opened the door, and he saw what he expected.

He yelled and said: "Rogue! Didn't something happen to you? What happened to you!"

After being quiet for a while, a vague voice came from the sofa: "What's the noise, what time is it..."

"It's only past eight o'clock, hurry up and watch the Spring Festival Gala! Why don't you turn on the lights, you haven't eaten, let's make dumplings!" Dewey clacked, brightly lit the living room, turned on the big TV, carried The bag from the supermarket hurried into the kitchen: "Wait until midnight before setting off the cannon, hehe!"

Zheng Luolai fell into a drowsy sleep, got up and rubbed his short hair, walked gracefully to the kitchen door and squinted his eyes: "Why did you come back so early?"

"I have a clever plan." Dewey hummed: "Hurry up and help, make a face!"

Zheng Luolai looked at the things he bought with disbelief: "What kind of dumplings do you make?"

Dewey raised his head suddenly: "You don't know how?"

Zheng Luolai was silent.

After pondering for a while, Dewey ran back to the bedroom to find the tablet computer: "It's okay, let's check the recipe."

-

Two hours later, there was still singing and dancing on the TV.

Zheng Luolai was sitting on the sofa with a bowl in his hand, wondering whether it was a piece of soup or something strange, and asked in confusion, "Will I die if I eat this?"

Dewey tidied up the kitchen carelessly, took his share and came out and cursed: "Bah, bah, bah! Don't chant curses for the Chinese New Year, please?"

Zheng Luolai ate helplessly, and then said honestly: "It's so disgusting..."

After finishing speaking, he put down the bowl, frowned, picked up the goblet and drank the red wine in it.

"Why are there so many things? It's just a thought, just an atmosphere! Let's eat together." Dewey gave him a sideways look, and then finally found an unbroken dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. Excitedly spit it out: "Fuck, why don't you say it when you're so salty!"

Zheng Luolai laughed happily: "I told you, can you eat it?"

Dewey put the bowl on the tea table unhappily: "It's really boring, wicked, go away!"

Zheng Luolai folded his hands, and suddenly put his face in front of him and said softly: "You can also express your feelings and atmosphere in other ways, two, cute."

Dewey didn't know how to deal with his half-smiling, mean and gentle expression, and said embarrassingly stiffly: "What way, beat you?"

Zheng Luolai was very calm, and kissed him lightly: "That's fine."

Then they kissed again, and the living room instantly became heart-pounding.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the doorbell that had never rang suddenly rang.

Zheng Luolai frowned: "I'll go and have a look, did you find the wrong property?"

But when he stood up and opened the electronic peephole, he turned around nervously and asked, "What's going on?"

Dewey leaned over for unknown reasons, and seeing his mother's figure on the small screen, his whole face turned green with fright.