The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

The train station next year is full of people.

Shen Siyang followed the crowd to the station, looked around for a while, and then saw Shen Shiwu who was waving at him from the crowd.

Get in the car.

Shen Siyang fastened his seat belt, looked for his cell phone in his pocket, and unexpectedly saw that Q had sent him several messages.

He replied one by one.

[Here, I just got into my dad's car. 】

[Fall asleep on the train. 】

[My hometown is not cold, much warmer than City A. 】

The car drove slowly out of the station.

Shen Shiwu glanced at the co-pilot who was busy answering the phone, and said, "Did your mother tell you to go to grandparents' house for New Year's Eve dinner tonight?"

Shen Siyang kept moving his hands and didn't delay in responding: "No."

After sending the message, he sat up straight, looked at Shen Shiwu and asked, "Are all uncles and aunts going?"

Shen Shiwu nodded.

Shen Siyang asked again: "Do you have any empty red envelopes?"

Shen Shiwu was happy: "I thought it was your shame, and this year you still have the audacity to beg for red envelopes one by one, but you have this kind of ideological awareness? Do you know how to take out?"

"It's called fishing for big fish with a long line," Shen Siyang Yingde said logically, "Tonight I'll give all the little ones five yuan, and when they earn money, I'll just sit there. Why don't they start at five hundred and go back?"

Shen Shiwule can't do it: "You are beautiful, you. I don't have any red envelopes. When I pass by the supermarket, I will put you down, and you will buy my share."

Back to the old house.

Just in time to sit around the living room making dumplings.

Seeing the father and son entering the door, Yuan Linfei quickly finished making the dumplings on hand and stood up.

"It's just in time for you to come back. This is your task in the afternoon. You can have New Year's Eve dinner after packing."

Shen Siyang saw that the family was down to four years old, and the children who were capped at ten years old were all sitting in front of the dumpling plate.

Leaning over to take a look on the plate, the dumplings on the plate are indeed all kinds of crooked.

He pinched his little nephew's head: "The dumplings are so unique."

Yuan Linfei said coolly: "Don't make fun of me, if you fish out a marked exposed bottom from the pot tonight, you will sit on the table alone and eat all the exposed bottom tonight."

Shen Siyang refused to accept it: "Ms. Yuan, this is why you are biased. If there are some marked ones among these small ones, it will be all my fault?"

Yuan Linfei looked indifferent: "It's your fault. So you are the supervisor, and if you catch one on the spot, one more will be eaten with you."

Shen Siyang was too happy to answer.

Yuan Linfei left.

The father and son each moved a small stool and took over the business of making dumplings.

Without wrapping two, Shen Siyang began to touch the washed coins in the small bowl.

After wrapping a big fat dumpling in a bulging package, I began to sneakily pinch the pattern on the bottom.

Shen Shiwu glanced at it, and immediately laughed out loud: "You still dare to mark it? Didn't you eat enough dumplings with stuffing last year?"

Shen Siyang swears and promises: "This year will definitely not miss again, and the technology is improved every year."

Shen Shiwu took his words as fart.

Shen Siyang finished pinching with confidence, the more he looked at the mark, the more he felt like a pig's nose, and the bulging dumpling looked like a piglet.

He thought it was interesting, so he took out his mobile phone to take a picture and sent it to Q.

Just as I was about to put the phone back after sending the photos, the phone vibrated.

He took it back and looked, it was the news of Q's return.

It is also a photo, and the photo also shows a dumpling.

It's just that compared with Shen Siyang, a piggy who looks like he's about to explode at any time, Q's is obviously much more delicate and delicate.

Dumplings follow the owner.

Shen Siyang put the dumplings in his hand into the dumpling plate.

Clap your hands to pat off the flour on your hands, take a screenshot of the current chat interface, and start painting on it.

Just as I drew the dumpling I sent out as a piglet, Shen Shiwu's voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Q? Yes, son, and give the chat partner a mysterious code name."

Shen Siyang chuckled: "I didn't get it, that's his family name."

After answering the words, he suddenly stopped moving.

He looked up at the nickname at the top of the screen.

After a long silence, he clicked off the current screenshot, then clicked into Q's personal profile, and clicked to modify the nickname.

The fingertips hovered over the keyboard for a long time, and finally entered slowly.

【Chief Designer Mr. Q】

After saving the note, he returned to the chat interface and took a screenshot again.

After cutting the picture, he opened the newly cut picture and re-drawn his dumpling as a piglet on the new picture.

Shen Shiwu smiled at the side: "Son, you will be 23 after the new year, you don't need to be so mysterious when you are in love."

"What love?" Shen Siyang installed a rake for his little pig.

The rake crosses the screen, reaches the delicate dumplings underneath, and digs back.

Shen Shiwu bumped his shoulder.

Glance at him, then at his phone.

Shen Siyang laughed: "Men."

Shen Shiwu looked disapproving: "How come you, a young man in his 20s, think more feudally than your father, who is in his 40s."

Shen Siyang explained: "It's not ideological feudalism, I really didn't talk about it."

"Should I show you a mirror to see your current expression? You are almost like a flower."

Shen Siyang didn't respond immediately when he heard this, and touched his face: "Is it true?"

Shen Shiwu didn't say any more, and simply gave him a mirror.

Shen Siyang carefully took photos for a long time, but didn't see anything special.

Shen Shiwu said earnestly: "When I chased your mother back then, every time I wrote a love letter to your mother, I was as happy as you are now."

Shen Siyang put down the mirror, feeling that Shen Shiwu was exaggerating.

He saved the screenshot of the little pig taking out the dumplings, and sent the screenshot to Q.

After posting, looking at the picture returned by Q who was pushed to the top, his attention suddenly passed over the dumpling, and was attracted by the hand holding the dumpling underneath.

Sang Huaiqi's hands are as beautiful as his face.

The joints are distinct and the fingers are slender.

Shen Siyang inexplicably thought of the afternoon when it was raining heavily in the mountains.

Sang Huaiqi, wearing rain boots and holding an umbrella, went to pick him up at the primary school gate.

The young man's back is warmer and more reliable than expected.

Thoughts raced wildly.

Feeling flustered, he thought of the appearance of Sang Huaiqi he saw not long ago.

I don't know if I want to use my hair to record the special years. Sang Huaiqi hasn't cut his hair for half a year.

By the time Shen Siyang saw Sang Huaiqi for the last time a year ago, Sang Huaiqi's hair had grown to almost waist length.

There is nothing wrong with a beautiful person with long hair.

Not only does it not violate harmony, it even makes his already bright appearance even more confusing.

The last time Shen Siyang saw Sang Huaiqi was a snowy day.

As usual, he silently watched Sang Huaiqi's recovery.

At Twilight West Frontier, he left first as usual, and then watched grandma and Xiao Shan come to pick up Sang Huaiqi from a distance.

White snow covered the ground in a thick layer.

The person in the wheelchair is wearing a big red coat today.

The bright red lining brightens the delicate face under the sun.

The wind blows the snow and raises her long hair.

Like a painting.

Shen Si Yang Chu was absent-minded for a while, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to kiss when you are in love?"

Shen Shiwu laughed: "Why don't you ask your four-year-old nephew?"

Shen Siyang stood still for a long while, his face slowly turning red.

He lowered his eyes guiltily, just in time to see Q returning the message.

It's the goofy lamb that Q often posts.

Shen Siyang raised his hand to poke the sheep.

It took a while to put the phone back into the pocket, and continued making dumplings with a blushing face.

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After the New Year's Eve dinner, the whole family was so lively that it was almost twelve o'clock before they dispersed.

Shen Shiwu didn't drive after drinking.

It was only half an hour away, and the family of three walked back slowly while chatting.

Only when the first fireworks exploded in the air did Shen Siyang realize that the new year was approaching.

He took out his phone and checked the time, only to find that there were only 5 minutes left before twelve o'clock.

More and more fireworks are blooming one after another.

For a moment the night sky was as bright as day.

Shen Siyang looked up for a while, and at 11:59, he took the most splendid scene and sent it to Q.

00:00;

Shen Siyang edited and sent.

[Happy New Year, Mr. Q. 】

The phone vibrated at the same time, and the blessing sent to him by Q jumped out.

Shen Siyang laughed, and looked up at the fireworks in the sky again.

The sound of firecrackers brings joy to all families.

Shen Siyang spoke softly amidst the noise.

"Happy New Year, Sang Huaiqi."

The author says:

That's all for this chapter, the next chapter is over——