The call was from Lin Yue, telling her that he was downstairs and hoped to see her right away.
After a moment of hesitation, Qiu Ya nodded and said "Yes" in a lowered voice.
After hanging up the phone, she slowly turned around and looked at her mother and grandma who were watching TV together on the sofa.
"What's wrong Qiu Ya?"
The old lady noticed something was wrong in her eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing. Wang Xiaoman, my junior high school classmate from the neighborhood next door, asked me if I had finished my winter vacation homework. After I finished it, I could lend it to her for reference."
"This kid, what kind of homework can I borrow for the Chinese New Year?"
"She said that her parents will take her to her grandma's house tomorrow and she will not come back until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. She can no longer ask me to help her with tutoring like before, so she wants to go to Hainan with my winter vacation homework."
The old lady and Qiu Ya's mother knew that Wang Xiaoman's grandparents were in poor health and moved to Hainan two years ago. In addition, Qiu Ya was usually well-behaved and cute. She was a person who reassured teachers at school and parents at home, so Without thinking too much, he waved to her: "Go and come back quickly, grandma is still waiting to see your classmate's performance..."
"Why."
Qiu Ya agreed, pretended to walk into her room, carried her schoolbag and left the house, went downstairs and came outside the community.
A brand new Santana car was parked opposite the gate and close to the curb. There was a man standing outside the cab, with some snow falling on his shoulders, which looked a little white.
That's right, it's Lin Yue.
When she saw him, he stretched out his hand and waved.
"Is this car yours?"
"Yes, bought new."
"When did you learn to drive?"
"Does it matter?"
Indeed, this is not important. He recently signed a publishing contract with Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House. It is not surprising that he used the royalties to buy a car.
Lin Yue opened the door of the trunk compartment: "It's cold outside, let's get in the car and talk."
This was the first time that he cared about her so much. Qiu Ya was a little distracted, but she quickly realized it and got into the trunk with her head down.
Lin Yue followed her and got in, closing the door.
The engine is running, the heater is turned on very high, hot air is blowing out from the outlet, the car lights are dim, and Zhao Yonghua's singing comes from the stereo.
"The most romantic thing I can think of."
"Just growing old with you."
"Collect every bit of laughter along the way."
"Save it for later, sit in the rocking chair and chat slowly."
"The most romantic thing I can think of."
"Just growing old with you."
"Until we're too old to go anywhere."
"You still regard me as a treasure in your hand."
"..."
Qiu Ya felt a little hot and unbuttoned one button of her coat: "You are not staying at home during the Chinese New Year. Why did you come here to see me?"
"Did you read the book I gave you during the winter vacation?"
"Looked at it."
She nodded, not daring to look at him.
"Does it look good?"
"nice."
"Like it?"
"like."
"That's good." Lin Yue said, "It's a new year soon. On this New Year's Eve, I want to give you a special gift."
Did he prepare a gift for her?
I'm used to being yelled at, and it's really a bit uncomfortable for him to suddenly be so considerate.
"What...what gift?"
"Close your eyes."
Qiu Ya nodded, closed her eyes and waited for him to get the gift.
She waited and waited, waiting and waiting, anticipating what kind of gift he could come up with. As her vanity grew more and more intense and her heart beat faster and faster, she suddenly felt a stream of hot air blowing on her face, like... human breath. ?
She immediately opened her eyes, and what appeared in front of her was a human face less than an inch away from her.
"Ah, you...um..."
In the middle of his words, his wrist was grabbed, and then his mouth.
She froze at first, struggled for about five seconds, and finally gave up and slowly relaxed.
Just like what he wrote in the book, KISS actually also has skills.
One minute.
Two minutes.
three minutes.
…
"No, no, you don't... don't, we... um..."
She wanted to push him away.
"Take your hands away and don't move!"
Gu's commanding tone sounded in her ears as before. Her body stiffened and she subconsciously released her strength.
The magnetic head of the tape player in the center console slowly rotated, and the singing voice changed into a soulful male voice.
"..."
"The lingering bell."
"Still beating my sleepless nights."
"Dusty days."
"It will never be a cloud."
"Long no see you."
"Must keep that smiling face."
"Can it be done in many years?"
“Accept each other’s changes.”
"..."
Snowflakes are falling outside and frost covers the ground. Inside there is a warm breeze and the sound of waves. Occasionally, a car rushes past, bringing with it a cloud of flying white. It is the late returnee from Tianya who is eager to go home and reunite with his relatives. .
In the small lighted grids near and far away, there are basically family gatherings surrounding the TV.
"Open your mind."
"Peel off spring's shyness."
"Dance with flying steps."
"Breaking the silence of winter."
"Releasing warmth, with affectionate greetings."
"The gentle rain bathes the exciting moments of yesterday and yesterday."
"You greet me with warm eyes and welcome the joy and joy that I brought from yesterday."
In the middle of the stage, a man and a woman danced a tender pas de deux. On the left was the girl in a long skirt, and on the right was Charlotte with a small red flower tied on her chest.
Charlotte's mother covered her mouth and looked at her son on the stage with excitement. Next to her were the envious eyes and bright smiles of relatives.
Wang Yu was bragging to his parents about his students, saying that it was because of his good Chinese teaching that Xia Luo could write such good lyrics. His wife sat silently next to him and listened to his bragging. On the color TV were the four characters "Be a role model for others".
Meng Te was watching the Spring Festival Gala with his two sisters, clapped his hands and said hello, and scolded his father who had gone out to urinate.
At Qiu Ya's house, the old lady pointed at the person on the TV and said, "Is this the classmate Qiu Ya was talking about?"
Qiu Ya's mother looked carefully and saw the word "Charlotte" behind the lyrics and music: "That should be it."
"What about Qiu Ya? Why aren't you back yet?"
"Mom, Qiu Ya should be watching TV with Xiao Man."
"That's right." The old lady thought for a while and thought it made sense. If it were her place, she would stay at a good friend's house and watch her classmates' programs because they have a common language. For example, let's talk about her own star. Stories about classmates are always more exciting than watching the Spring Festival Gala with parents at home.
It wasn't until "Meet in 1998" was finished and the program changed to "Kung Fu Order" by Zhao Lirong and Gong Hanlin that there was a knock on the door outside.
"Hurry up and open the door. Qiu Ya must be back."
Qiu Ya's mother walked over and opened the door, and found that her daughter was indeed back, but she always felt... a little different from when she went out, especially the way she walked.
"Qiu Ya, what's wrong with you?"
Qiu Ya lowered her head to hide the blush on her face: "It was snowing outside and the road was too slippery. I fell when I entered the community."
As soon as she heard that she had fallen, the old lady rushed to meet her: "Let me see where the injury is? Is it serious?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Grandma, I'm fine. Just go in and rest for a while." She had the nerve to let her mother and grandma know where she was injured. She quickly comforted them, held the shoe cabinet and put on cotton slippers, pursed her lips and endured it. Painfully, he pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
"Look at this child, if I had known better, I wouldn't have let her out..."
Jingle Bell……
At this moment, the phone rang. Qiu Ya's mother walked over to pick it up and chatted with the caller.
The old lady winked at the side, meaning to ask who called.
Qiu Ya’s mother pointed to the TV.
The old lady suddenly understood and smiled happily.
"Qiu Ya, Charlotte called and asked if you saw his performance?"
"I watched it, I watched it, Xiaoman and I watched it together. The singing was so good."
"Charlotte wants you to answer the phone."
"Mom, tell him we can talk to him tomorrow. I just fell down and my legs are a little uncomfortable. I have already gone to bed."
Qiu Ya's mother is a little unhappy. A big star specially called you to greet you on New Year's Eve. She doesn't even have the energy to answer the phone? But after thinking about it, I told Charlotte what my daughter had said and hung up the phone.
"This child..."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had just sat down and were about to continue watching the Spring Festival Gala when Qiu Ya's question came from the bedroom.
"Mom, are the underwear I washed this morning dry?"
"It's done."
"You...help me get it."
"Didn't you just take a shower after dinner? Why do you need to change again?"
"Isn't tomorrow the first day of the Lunar New Year? It's important to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. In the morning, I have to go to my third uncle's place with my father to pay New Year greetings. It's a good luck."
After hearing this, Qiu Ya's mother thought it made sense, so she didn't ask any more questions. She went to the balcony to get the dried underwear and brought it to her daughter's bedroom.
The old lady standing beside her shook her head, saying that she was the one who said those Spring Festival customs were feudal and superstitious, and she was the one seeking luck now.
