The correct posture of turning over in eighteen lines

There is a cold fragrance around the house, which is the unique smell of spices in Mr. Xia's house.Xia Jinnan had smelled this smell for too long, and was always eager to leave this place before, but this was the first time he felt reluctant to leave.

Xia Qingyu was half lying on the big bed, and talking had already exhausted him too much energy.In the end, he took Xia Jinnan's hand and said, "Back then... I was the one who felt sorry for your father."

Xia Jinnan said: "It was me who was wrong, I shouldn't be self-willed, I shouldn't go to that road..."

Xia Jinnan left a cloudy old tear, and the tears dripped down Gu Gu's face on the delicate bed, "Silly boy... I don't blame you, no matter which way you go... what should come will come..."

Xia Jinnan suddenly raised his head, "What do you mean?"

The driver who caused the accident back then was drunk driving and was sentenced to death after he was caught and brought to justice. He thought it was an accident...

What is "should come or will come?"

Xia Qingyu's lips were pale, and his spirit gradually drifted away with the cold fragrance. He said angrily, "Jin Nan, promise grandpa, treat your uncle and brother well..."

After he finished speaking, he began to cough violently, his back arched like a shrimp, he was as fragile as all old people who were about to decay, and he didn't have the usual domineering look at all.

Xia Jinnan's eyes turned red suddenly, and he held his hand: "Grandpa, I will, I will guard this house for you."

Xia Qingyu understood the last thing on his mind, and closed his eyes peacefully.

This old man who called the wind and rain when he was young, but was still majestic and powerful when he was old, finally failed to survive this severe winter.

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The snowflakes fell on the car window and became a small icicle. If you look closely, you can even see how many petals it has and what shape it is.

Xia Jinnan raised his hand to wipe off the fog on the car, looked at the thin snowflakes on the car window, waited until the fog covered the window, and wiped it off with his hands, never tired of it.

Shanglu laughed at him: "Aren't your hands cold?"

Xia Jinnan looked at his red fingers, and withdrew his hand resentfully.

The green light ahead turned on, and a long line of traffic slowly moved. Xia Jinnan looked out the window at the pedestrians who were going faster than the car, and said, "Shanglu, I want to investigate this matter."

Shang Lu took out a hand and held his cold fingers, "Have you figured it out?"

"Think it over..." Xia Jinnan faced him and pointed to his heart, "Otherwise, I won't be able to let it go here."

Shang Lu smiled and said, "I have no objection, but five years have passed since the accident, and the driver who caused the accident is dead. Where do you want to find out?"

"Let's go to the police station after the Chinese New Year..." Xia Jinnan said, "The person who handled this case was an old criminal policeman, whose surname seems to be... Song? I can't remember clearly, it was my mother's old classmate .”

Shang Lu said: "Jinnan, if you want to investigate, I will not stop you. But you must know in your heart that Mr. Xia refused to tell you the truth when he was dying. This matter must have something to do with your family members. If you insist on If you want to investigate, there must be a lot of things involved, and those people will not let you go easily."

"I know..." Xia Jinnan's light amber eyes revealed firmness, "Since I know about this matter, I must investigate it, no matter whether it is an accident or other results, I don't care. I will regret the decision I made now."

He has been troubled by car accidents for so many years. He wants to investigate, he must investigate.

It is an explanation to the father and sister who died young, and it is also a comfort to myself.

Shang Lu sighed lightly, with a touch of pampering and helplessness in his tone, "Okay."

Shanglu gave the company a holiday, and the year-end bonuses were all settled one by one, and all the punishments and rewards were settled, and these two days were actually free.

Shang Lu, who was suddenly idle, was still a little uncomfortable. He thought that Xia Jinnan would accompany him at home. Due to the sudden death of Mr. Xia and what he said to Xia Jinnan before he passed away, he had to slow down temporarily. He made plans to go abroad, concentrated on the funeral of Mr. Xia, and dealt with various relatives all day, he was even busier than Shanglu.

On this day, it was already the year of No. 30 when the old man's business was finally done, and Shanglu took Xia Jinnan to buy new year's goods.

The Xia family used to go back to their home every year during the Chinese New Year, but this year, when there was a funeral, all the big families disliked each other because of the distribution of property. Xia Jinnan thought it was troublesome, so he simply told them that the old man had just left this year, and it was not appropriate to hold a feast for the holidays. Shut up those people in their own homes for the New Year.

Xia Jinnan originally wanted to pick Xue Jing over, but she refused. The day after the funeral, he went abroad with his suitcase to relax.

Xia Jinnan was tired for several days, and faced all kinds of difficulties and problems all day long, he had to put on a mask, and he had to think carefully about what he said, and then he could relax when he got home and met Shanglu. After a while, he was dragged by Shanglu to go shopping in the supermarket just after he came back. He was naturally not happy, so he waved his hand and said, "Go by yourself, I'll sleep for a while."

Shang Lu sullenly complained like a little grieving woman: "I've been waiting for you for several days and finally waited until you finished your work, and you just want to send me away with just a word?"

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and showed Xia Jinnan a look at the calendar, and said, "It's already thirty today, and tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year. I haven't bought anything at home yet."

Xia Jinnan glanced at it while taking off his coat, and said, "Haven't you bought new year's goods yet? Aunt Wang..."

"Aunt Wang, what Aunt Wang!" Shang Lu interrupted him, tugging Xia Jinnan's sleeve that was about to be taken off, and twirling his half-taken coat back in a circle, "Don't Aunt Wang go home for the New Year? What can I do?" Do you rely on Aunt Wang for everything? How can you be lazy doing New Year's goods?"

Xia Jinnan was amused by the series of questions he posed, and was pushed and shoved in a circle and walked out the door.

People from all over the world, regardless of success or frustration, packed up their bags and went home at the end of the year. The huge city seemed to be more than half empty at once. There were only a few pedestrians on the empty streets, and there were very few vehicles passing by.

Shang Lu drove to the central business district quickly, and the two went straight to the supermarket.

"Let me see..." Phytophthora looked at the sticky note on his phone, "Cling film, strawberries, yogurt, curry cubes... By the way, did you buy the curry?"

Xia Jinnan raised the small square box in his hand and said, "I bought it."

The number of times the two of them usually go shopping together in the supermarket can be counted on the fingers, Shanglu enjoys this process very much, pushing the cart by himself, and walking around the supermarket with Xia Jinnan twice is not enough.

Xia Jinnan was walking ahead to pick things up, and when he looked back, he realized that the shopping cart was almost overflowing. He put the potato chips back in his hand and said, "It's almost done, right?"

Shang Lu took a rough look and said, "It's not enough."

Xia Jinnan lowered his head and flipped through the shopping cart, and said, "Rice, flour, oil, etc. are all available at home, as well as seasonings, snacks, fresh food, etc. What's missing?"

Shang Lu picked out two bags of quick-frozen dumplings from the freezer next to him and said, "I haven't bought the dumplings yet, what kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

"What kind of stuffing... eh? Why are you buying dumplings?" Xia Jinnan asked halfway through when he realized something was wrong.

Shang Lu was quite puzzled when he asked him, and said, "Shouldn't you eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"

Xia Jinnan said, "Don't tell me that you used to buy dumplings for the New Year."

"No." Shang Lu said of course.

"I'll just say..."

"Fang Jin bought it for me in previous years."

"Oh……"

"What's the matter?" Shanglu picked up a bag of shrimp and a bag of three delicacies and put them in the shopping cart, "Do you like celery?"

Xia Jinnan said, "If you buy any dumplings, you can make them yourself when you go home."

Shang Lugen turned to look at him when he heard something unbelievable, "Do you know how to make a bag?"

Xia Jinnan asked back: "You don't know?"

In Shanglu's impression, only before the age of ten had I eaten dumplings made by my mother. When I was young, my family was not rich, and most of the dumplings I made were stuffed with cabbage and eggs, and I only ate them during the Chinese New Year.

So he formed the idea in his mind that "packing your own food is not as good as buying it from outside".

This was the first time he heard from others that he wanted to go back and make dumplings by himself.

Xia Jinnan laughed: "No way? Don't you usually know how to cook? Can't you make dumplings?"

Shanglu rubbed his nose and said nah, "No."

Xia Jinnan waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go buy meat and vegetables!"

Shang Lu looked at the back of Xia Jinnan who left first, thought for a while, and put the two bags of dumplings in the shopping cart just to be on the safe side.

By the time the two returned home with big bags and small bags, the Spring Festival Gala had been held for a while.

Shanglu turned on the TV, and a comedy sketch was playing in it. Xia Jinnan watched it a few more times while changing clothes in the hallway, and laughed a few times.

Shanglu greeted him in the kitchen, Xia Jinnan reluctantly looked away, rolled up his sleeves and went to work.

Xia Jinnan seldom watched the Spring Festival Gala. Usually at this time, he and a group of relatives were sitting around a table with exquisite dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner at Xia's house. He hadn't made dumplings by himself for many years.

Shanglu stood by and watched the pieces of white dough turn into delicate and cute little dumplings, feeling amazing.

Xia Jinnan kneaded the dough, tapped Shanglu's shoulder with a rolling pin, and said, "Why are you standing still, why don't you help?"

The two were busy in the kitchen for a while, and Shang Lu would take advantage of Xia Jinnan from time to time, and finally put the dumplings in the pot before twelve o'clock.

The white and tender dumplings rolled in the boiling soup, Xia Jinnan's heart was suddenly filled with a sense of satisfaction, and the warmth flowed through his limbs.

The two sat at the dining table facing each other, with a plate of dumplings in front of each of them.As the Spring Festival Gala draws to a close, the familiar Unforgettable Tonight chorus flutters in the ears of the two of them. Who knows who set off the first firecracker outside the window, and the sound of crackling can be heard endlessly for a while.

Shang Lu smiled gently, and put away all the sharpness in his body: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."