MTL - Chasing Summer-Chapter 22

Lin Zhexia was caught off guard.

When she stood still, the baby carriage dangled past her.

Lin Zhexia: "You are an idiot."

Chi Yao: "Do you have any objections to this word?"

Lin Zhexia was about to say "who would be satisfied with an idiot".

When Chi Yao let go of his hand, he said mockingly, "Then, idiot?"

"..."

"I don't want to take a walk anymore," she turned around and walked back. "Normal walking will prolong your life, but going out for a walk with you will shorten your life."

On the eve of the Spring Festival, Lin Zhexia was dragged out by Lin He to buy new year's goods, and came back with a bunch of things.

Lin He has to continue to take care of his body now, and is mainly responsible for lying on the sofa and ordering them: "You and your Uncle Wei, stick the Spring Festival couplets on the door, then put the pile of things in the kitchen, and put the new clothes in the room."

"Also," Lin He pointed, "It's time to delay this place."

Lin Zhexia was busy for a long time, and was lazy for a while when posting the Spring Festival couplets.

She handed the Spring Festival couplets to Wei Ping: "Uncle Wei, I have always thought you are tall."

Wei Ping understood: "Okay, you go to rest, I'll come."

Hearing this, she gave more than half of the couplets in her hand to Wei Ping, and the remaining three were still in her hand.

Wei Ping asked: "Is this stack in your hand sticky?"

Lin Zhexia said, "Secret."

"Then you tell uncle secretly, and uncle promises not to tell."

"I told you," Lin Zhexia shook his head, "it's no secret."

Wei Ping didn't ask, and didn't mind. He smiled and said, "Okay, our Xia Xia still has a little secret."

It's not really a secret.

Lin Zhexia was holding the Spring Legend in her hand, and she was planning to go to Chi Yao's door to post it for him later.

Even if Chi Yao didn't say anything, and always had an attitude of loving someone, but on such a lively day during the Spring Festival, he was the only one in the family, and it was still somewhat bleak.

She wanted to surprise Chi Yao.

I deliberately chose to sneak out before going to bed at night, and carefully pasted three red Spring Festival couplets on the door of his house.

She didn't change her clothes, she was wearing a blue coral fleece pajamas with a hood, which came and went like a gust of wind. After posting, go home and continue to sleep.

Before going to bed, she hoped that Chi Yao would see the Spring Festival couplets she posted early the next day.

So I left him a message: You must not sleep in tomorrow.

Early the next morning.

Chi Yao woke up very early.

He just wanted to sleep for a while, and it was difficult for him to hear the sound of crackling firecrackers everywhere outside.

Different from these festive voices, it was the empty room he was in now.

He lay on the bed, half-closed his eyes, scratched his hair, and then stepped on his slippers to wash up.

After simply washing his face, the phone rang, and he leaned against the door of the bathroom to answer the phone: "Dad, Mom."

The voice from the other side of the phone didn't carry much warmth: "Today's Chinese New Year, I transferred the account to you, and you can buy whatever you want. Also, have you received the Chinese New Year gift box sent to you? There is something to do, there is a batch of goods that need to be delivered urgently, and we can't make it back in time."

Then there was his mother, who interjected and said: "It's okay at home recently, take care of yourself."

Chi Yao: "Got it."

"If it's all right," he said again, "I'll hang up."

the end.

He added, "Happy New Year."

"..."

After three or two sentences, there was nothing else to say.

The call was cut short.

After hanging up the phone, he clicked into WeChat.

Today is the holiday.

Many people are sending messages in groups, and the WeChat list is full of unread red dots.

He didn't read other messages, and directly clicked on a dialog box that was pinned to the top and always at the top of the list.

[coward].

Lin Zhexia sent several messages.

He looked down one by one.

- Don't get up too late.

- you better get up early

- then go outside for some fresh air

- because, in order to

- open your hands

- Embrace a brilliant tomorrow!

"..."

Chi Yao looked at this pile of news for a while: "What are you going crazy about?"

Although these words seemed inexplicable, based on his understanding of Lin Zhexia, there must be some intention behind these words.

And this intention is not difficult for him to guess.

So he went to the door and opened it.

There was no inexplicable package at the door. He looked away, only to realize that there were three red Spring Festival couplets on the door.

On the Spring Festival couplets, printed in strong black pen and ink:

Good luck every year.

All the best Backgammon.

Horizontal batch: auspicious stars shine brightly.

It can be seen that these three Spring Festival couplets were carefully pasted, neatly arranged, and even the corners were pasted carefully.

only.

Chi Yao looked at the door and couldn't help laughing.

It’s just that the Spring Festival couplets of other houses are pasted on the top of the door, and a short man can only stick the Spring Festival couplets at the bottom due to height restrictions.

- I see, it's very bright.

He typed in the dialog box with one hand, and replied two sentences:

- the location is unique

- Next time if you can't reach it, you can come in and move a chair

Lin Zhexia also woke up very early today.

Almost seconds back.

Coward: Chinese New Year today

Coward: I don't want to kill, I advise you to do it yourself [Fist]

"It would be nice to post it for you," Lin Zhexia muttered indistinctly while brushing his teeth, "There are still so many words."

"...I'm not a two-meter-tall giant."

"The door is so high, it's not normal to stick it a little lower."

But after she finished complaining, it was over.

After a while, she changed into new clothes, went out happily and said, "Mom, Uncle Wei, I'm going to find Chi Yao—"

Lin He: "I was just about to tell you to ask Chi Yao to come and celebrate the New Year together."

Wei Ping also said: "Yeah, it's more lively during the Chinese New Year. How can anyone spend it at home?"

When Chi Yao came, he brought a gift box, Lin He said "you don't have to be so polite", and asked him to sit in the living room.

The Spring Festival is very busy for adults.

But for students like them, when it comes to this day, it’s actually not much different from usual. They just lie on the sofa, play with their mobile phones, watch TV, and occasionally have to play with their relatives’ bear children.

On this day, a little boy came to Lin Zhexia's house.

The little boy was very reserved at first. After sitting for a while, he began to look around dishonestly.

He looked at Lin Zhexia: "Sister."

Lin Zhexia was busy replying to friends' messages. She replied to Chen Lin and Tang Shuxuan with a section of New Year greetings, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

The little boy introduced himself solemnly: "My name is Kang Jiahao, and I am six years old."

Seeing how serious he was, Lin Zhexia also sat up straight, put down the phone, and subconsciously connected it: "I, my name is Lin Zhexia, this year...16."

The little boy obviously memorized a set of standards for visiting relatives before going out and made a speech: "I scored 97 points in all three exams at the end of the semester, ranking third in the class. My usual hobby is playing badminton."

Lin Zhexia praised: "You did well in the exam."

The little boy asked her: "What score did you get?"

Lin Zhexia: "Our rolls are different, you may not understand. My usual hobby is reading."

After Lin Zhexia finished saying "I like to read books", the people next to him laughed lightly.

Chi Yao: "The "Dream of Red Mansions" you bought when you were ten years old, how many pages have you read in the past six years?"

"..."

"You don't talk," Lin Zhexia gritted her teeth, "No one will think you are dumb."

She just wants to establish a good image in front of her children.

It can't be said that her hobbies are eating, sleeping and playing with mobile phones.

This is so unpositive.

But after Chi Yao opened his mouth, the little boy immediately turned his attention to the good-looking brother in a gray sweater next to him, and asked him, "What's your name?"

Chi Yao glanced at him: "Why should I tell you?"

Little boy: "Let's get to know each other."

Chi Yao looked away: "No need, I don't make friends with brats."

"..."

The little boy kicked the iron board and was stunned.

After a while, he regained his composure, tugged at the corner of Lin Zhexia's clothes, and asked, "Is this man your brother?"

It is easy for people to have this kind of cognition when they all gather together for the New Year.

The little boy didn't even need Lin Zhexia's answer, so he confirmed it on his own: "He is your brother."

Lin Zhexia: "???"

She felt herself hit.

"He, my brother?"

The little boy nodded.

Although Chi Yao was indeed born more than a month earlier than her.

But Lin Zhexia was still very shocked: "How could he be my brother, do I look very similar to him?"

The little boy's way of judging who is older is simple and pure: "He is much taller than you."

Lin Zhexia: "..."

The little boy didn't have time to chat, and was quickly called away by his mother, and he was rushing to the next relative's house to pay New Year's greetings, leaving this mess behind.

Lin Zhexia watched the little boy leave. After the boy left, only she and Chi Yao were left in the living room.

She just felt that the current scene had become a little awkward because of the word "brother".

She took a sip of water, and then said: "...children, not sensible. The eyes are not good."

Chi Yao was noncommittal.

She couldn't help it, and added another sentence, "Although I don't have an advantage in height, I am obviously much better looking than you in terms of appearance."

In the evening, all the people who came and went to pay New Year's greetings left.

The rest of them sat together to watch the Spring Festival Gala, Lin Zhexia smiled slightly, and was the first to laugh every time.

Wei Ping took out two red envelopes from his pocket, one for her and the other for Chi Yao.

"No need," Chi Yao didn't answer at first, "Put it away."

Wei Ping: "It's not much, so I stuffed two hundred for good luck. Take it."

Lin He also said: "Yes, you have brought so many gifts today, don't be polite to your Uncle Wei."

Lin Zhexia answered the sentence "You can give it to me if you don't want it", and was warned by Lin He with his eyes.

Of course she was just joking.

After Chi Yao reached out to take the New Year's greeting red envelopes, the few of them continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Lin Zhexia secretly opened his share of New Year's money, and then took out one from it.

"for you."

A piece of RMB suddenly appeared in Chi Yao's sight.

She received a lot of red envelopes today, but Chi Yao only received this one, so she really wanted to give him some.

Lin Zhexia originally had a line, but she was afraid that Chi Yao would refuse, so she wanted to say, "Take it, my father's love is like a mountain, don't be too moved."

However, Chi Yao didn't expect Chi Yao to take the one hundred yuan ticket unceremoniously.

It's just that he stretched out his hand, held the banknote between his fingers, and said meaningfully at the moment he took it: "...Is this the New Year's money for brother?"

…

Someone started setting off fireworks outside the window.

Lin Zhexia felt that her ears were also crackling.

She never thought that he would suddenly make fun of what the little boy said during the day.

And the word "brother".

From the boy's mouth, and from Chi Yao's mouth.

It's completely two tone.

Chi Yao usually speaks out of breath, but occasionally, such as when he speaks with a slightly long tail like now, he feels unspeakable.

"Snapped-"

Fireworks are still going off outside the window.

For a moment, gorgeous fireworks lit up the entire night sky, and the light shone in through the windows.

"Don't speak," said the voice again, "Then brother will accept it."

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