In the past, she was inferior and felt that she was not worthy of Duan Zhuo, but now, she has to work hard for herself.

She can be her own light.

With the comic serialization, the year is coming to an end, and New Year's Eve is coming.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Zhimian woke up and clicked on his phone and saw the message from Liang Zhiyi: [Happy New Year's Eve in 999~ Come to my house early tonight, make dumplings at home.]

Liang Zhiyi did not want Zhimian to celebrate the New Year alone, so he strongly asked Zhimian to come to his house for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Zhimian looked at the warm sun outside the window, stretched his waist, slowly curled up the corners of his lips, and replied: [Okay.]

After Zhimian finished washing up, he changed into a burgundy sweater dress and put on light makeup to make his complexion look better.

She took out the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers she bought at the supermarket a few days ago and posted them on it.

Life also requires a sense of ritual. Although she is the only one at home, she also wants to decorate it warmly and beautifully.

After pasting the window flowers, she came down from the bay window and walked to the table. She saw the small coral-shaped stone on the table.

She picked it up and rubbed it, and murmured: "It would be great if we could still celebrate the New Year together."

It would be great if they were still there.

In this way, she is not alone.

After a while, she smiled faintly: "My parents, happy New Year."-

In the evening, Zhimian came to Liang Zhiyi's house with a few boxes of gifts bought for Liang's father and mother.

Liang's mother met Zhimian when she was in high school. She thought she was well-behaved and sensible. She always liked her: "Xiaojiu, when you come to our house, you should be like your own. Don't be polite."

Liang Zhiyi said nonsense to his parents that Zhimian’s brother was in another place, so Zhimian celebrated the New Year alone.

"Yeah, thank you aunt."

Liang Zhiyi walked to the kitchen with his shoulders on Zhimian, pointing to the dumplings on the table, "Jiujiu, look at the dumplings I made, my mother disliked them. They were obviously pretty."

Zhimian looked at the dumplings in the corners of his appearance and couldn't help but smile: "Well... it looks really good."

"Look, you don't say this from the bottom of your heart."

Zhimian smiled and finally said, "I'll help me if I wash my hands, right?"

"good."

Zhimian also joined the dumpling making team. She did too many jobs when she was a child and was completely comfortable. After making one, Liang's mother saw it and looked even more disgusted with Liang Zhiyi: "Look at how beautiful Xiaojiu is, look at you, you can't even squeeze the skin tightly. When I cook it later, I will give you all the food..."

Liang Zhiyi held her face and smiled: "I can only eat it. I am not good at making dumplings, but I am very good at eating them."

All three of them laughed.

After a while, the first plate of dumplings was wrapped and put into the pot first-

In the old house.

The dumplings were chubby in the pot. After they were cooked, Zhuang Shulan turned on the heat and picked up the dumplings.

She walked to the restaurant with dumplings and asked the servant to bring other dishes in, and shouted to the living room: "Xuyuan, Jiarong, come in for the New Year's Eve dinner."

The sound of drinking tea and chatting in the living room quickly stopped, and Zhuang Jiarong and Duan Xiuyuan walked in.

Zhuang Jiarong returned to Lincheng after finishing his business two days ago. Zhuang Shulan and Duan Xiuyuan had their annual leave yesterday and rushed back.

"Sister, your cooking skills have improved again. No wonder my brother-in-law has gained a lot of weight recently."

Zhuang Jiarong looked at the dishes on the table and joked.

"Where did I make lotus seeds, pork belly soup and pot buns, and the rest were made by the chef. Your brother-in-law gained weight because he didn't have much exercise recently and he even had few walks."

"Brother-in-law, you can't do this. Your health is the most important thing. Don't be busy with work."

Duan Xiuyuan nodded with a faint smile: "Indeed, it's time to exercise more. Xiao Duan also said yesterday that I'm a little fatter."

"By the way, where is Xiao Duanren?" Zhuang Jiarong asked.

"I don't know, I've been upstairs for an afternoon," Zhuang Shulan turned to the servant and said, "Sister Li, please go upstairs and ask Duan Zhuo to come down to have a meal."

"Okay."

Zhuang Shulan greeted them, "Come on, let's sit down first."

"Sit down, I haven't eaten home-cooked dishes for a long time."

"Xiuyuan, what are you drinking?"

"Just have a glass of juice, I won't drink anymore..."

A minute later, a sound came from the stairs, and Duan Zhuo's figure finally appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

He walked in, pulled open the chair next to Zhuang Jiarong, sat down with a slouch, his head slightly drooped, and his sleepy eyes were full of fatigue.

Zhuang Jiarong patted him: "What, you were sleeping just now?"

The man raised his hand and took the juice from the table and drank it for two sips, moistened his throat, and said, "Well, I'm asleep when I watch TV."

“…”

Zhuang Jiarong asked: "Where is Xiaojiu? She is upstairs or did you not bring her back?"

Zhuang Shulan was also confused: "Yes, didn't you ask you to take the little girl home for the New Year dinner this year? I told you about this matter last night, and you didn't answer me well."

Duan Zhuo's eyes stopped, rubbed the glass in his hand, and whispered to lie:

"I had some conflict with her, and she went to her friend's house for the New Year tonight."

Zhuang Jiarong: "Come on conflicts? Why are there any conflicts? Are you unhappy again?"

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything.

Zhuang Shulan advised softly: "It's not like this for the New Year. You should finish the New Year's Eve dinner and coax them back and talk to them well. Do you know?"

Duan Zhuo responded.

"Oh, your dad and I have prepared red envelopes for her."

Duan Xiuyuan patted Zhuang Shulan's hand and looked at Duan Zhuo: "It's okay, then bring people back tomorrow, and our family will go out together at that time."

Duan Zhuo's Adam's apple slid, picked up the chopsticks, "Eat first."

...

After a New Year’s Eve dinner, Duan Zhuo was absent-minded and had low appetite.

After dinner, Zhuang Jiarong went back first. Duan Zhuo chatted with his parents for a while. At 8 o'clock, the two of them said they would go to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Duan Zhuo had always been uninterested in this show. After watching it for a while, he felt bored and walked to the backyard.

He leaned against the wall next to the glass door and looked up and glanced at the sky.

The night is long and the stars and moon are in the sky.

Xingjiaozhou is a forbidden area, and the surrounding area is as quiet as not at all lively. It doesn’t look like New Year’s Eve at all. It’s quiet, but it looks even more lonely.

He used to think that the New Year was nothing special.

Because his parents were busy with work, they couldn't even come back during the Chinese New Year, so he had to stay with his uncle.

Until later, there was an extra girl at home.

She would take him to the market to buy New Year’s goods, prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner at home, sit on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and set off fireworks at the door of her house.

Every single thing he took out made him feel childish and boring, but he unknowingly worked with her for nine years.

Until he got used to it.

But she is gone this year.

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated frequently. He took it out and saw that many blessing messages popped up on WeChat, but none of them came from the top message.

In the past, she would always get into his arms, stick to him, and say Happy New Year to him with a soft voice.

Why? Now I don’t want to say Happy New Year on WeChat anymore?

Duan Zhuo had a gloomy face and put his cell phone in his pocket.

The boredom was filled with his heart, and finally he walked back to the living room. At this moment, his father half-entered his mother and sat on the sofa.

Zhuang Shulan peeled peanuts and sent them to Duan Xiuyuan's mouth one by one. The two of them looked at the Spring Festival Gala sketch and laughed happily—

The boss is not young anymore, and he is still like he just fell in love.

Duan Zhuo didn't want to watch his parents show off his food anymore, so he picked up the car keys on the coffee table and said to the two: "My parents, I have something to do, go out."

The two of them responded casually, and their minds were still on the sketch.

Duan Zhuo drove the Hummer out of the garage.

He lowered half of the window and the car drove into the vast night-

After Zhimian finished the New Year's Eve dinner at the Liang family in the evening, he guessed that Liang Zhiyi should go out for a date with her boyfriend. He was embarrassed to stay in the Liang family for a long time, so he expressed his gratitude to Liang's father and mother, saying that he would go home first.

She took the bus and clicked on the software of Kailehua comics on the road. She actually saw her comic discussion area, and some people left her a message saying Happy New Year.

During this period, her comics have been viewed more and more, and she is currently ranked first among the works in this event.

She was very happy that someone really liked her works.
To be continued...