"Why?"

"I don't want to tell you happy New Year." She pulled her hand back, "Stop following me."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the apartment.

Duan Zhuo stood still, watching her back completely disappear, and finally snorted.

Little and heartless.

On the other side, Zhimian returned to the apartment. After entering, she sat on the sofa and hugged her pillow in her arms. When she remembered what had happened just now, she was confused.

God knows what kind of wind Duan Zhuo sucked tonight and came to her to toss her.

This guy hasn't played recently, isn't he too idle?

After Zhimian couldn't figure it out, he finally stopped thinking about it, turned on the TV and started watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Sitting on the sofa, she was eating snacks and watching for several hours. Finally, the clock on the TV station was counting down. She was so loud that she could not hear what the host was saying.

She could only count the swinging seconds hand.

57,58,59,60.

The new year is coming.

She got up and walked out of the balcony, covered her ears and looked at the sky with bright fireworks, and gradually smiled.

She clicked on her phone and wanted to send Liang Zhiyi the first blessing text message, but she saw a message that popped up, with only four words.

Duan Zhuo: [Happy New Year]

Zhimian was stunned for a moment.

After hesitating for a while, she finally replied nothing and exited the chat page-

On the first day of the first lunar month, the sun is shining.

Duan Zhuo slept very late before getting up.

After waking up, he woke up a little and clicked on WeChat, but didn't see Zhimian's reply.

His eyebrows were slightly locked.

Is she blocking his news now?

Below, a few good guys are showing 99 messages in the group.

Last night, Zhuge Yu and Sima Cheng and a few others were playing red envelopes in the group. They played until after three o'clock in the morning. Duan Zhuo went in and sent a big red envelope and then quit.

Someone in the group asked:

Friend: [What's going on Duan Zhuo doesn't speak tonight?]

Friend: [@Duan Zhuo came out to play games, brothers.]

Friend: [It's okay if you don't come out. Brother Zhuo sent us a few more red envelopes [grin]]

Zhuge Yu: [If you can, don’t force him, you will be heartbroken and ask him to send us red envelopes. The year will be even worse, and you will hide in the quilt and tears.]

Friend: [Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Sima Cheng: [I think we should send him a red envelope to express our condolences. How about sending him a 111 to him alone]

Friend: [Hahaha, Sima is so poisonous, is this wishing me a lifetime of singleness?]

"..." Duan Zhuo overturned the information in the group several lines, cursed a fool in his heart, and then threw his phone next to him.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After washing up, he walked downstairs and saw Zhuang Jiarong sitting in the living room drinking tea.

"Lao Zhuang, why are you here?"

Duan Zhuo sat down next to Zhuang Jiarong and nestled into the sofa.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Zhuang Jiarong poured him a cup of tea and gave it to him, "Can I stay at home on the first day of the Lunar New Year? Today I took your parents out for a walk, and they didn't have a good rest."

"I'll go with you later."

Zhuang Jiarong patted his shoulder, "I asked yesterday that they are going to the north again in the fifth day of the lunar month. You can spend more time with them these days."

"Um."

"Hey, if I didn't resign at the beginning, I would be a top engineer in this industry now."

When Zhuang Jiarong was young, he was also a weapon designer and was in the same unit as Duan’s father and mother. In the 1990s, the country’s economy was in a downturn and the industry was in a downturn. Zhuang Jiarong resigned and went into business, and finally became a big entrepreneur.

Duan Zhuo pulled the corner of his mouth, "Come on, don't blow it."

"I tell you, the reason why you like to join the army is because of the genes of our old Duan family. I told you that when I was young, I also wanted to be a special forces soldier. Your mother was afraid that something would happen to me, so she didn't let her go. Therefore, it was even more impossible for them to join the army."

Duan’s father and mother knew Duan Zhuo’s aura and knew that if he joined the army, he would definitely be deeply rooted in the army. The profession he would be engaged in was even indescribable and would inevitably face many dangers.

Duan Zhuo nodded faintly, and Zhuang Jiarong said, "I won't talk about this anymore, where is Xiaojiu? I said to coax it yesterday, did you come back?"

The servant brought a portion of milk and toast and left.

Duan Zhuo picked up the milk cup, took a sip, lowered his eyes, and after a few seconds, his voice was light, as if he was careless: "She wants to break up with me."

"separate?!"

Zhuang Jiarong was shocked, "What are you doing, stinky brat?"

Duan Zhuo raised his feet and put them on the coffee table. His tongue tip hit his upper palate. He looked lazy and turned his head to look at him: "What do I do?"

"I don't know your bad temper yet? Xiao Jiu is a good girl. If you fall in love with someone and you will break up, you will definitely be sorry to others."

Duan Zhuo sneered.

"Don't be careless, tell me what happened? It's so serious?"

At the end, the man just said that he was too busy some time ago and didn't accompany her well. Zhuang Jiarong blamed him: "You talk about you, you don't have any snacks when you fall in love."

"Will I go and call Xiaojiu, have a good chat with her, and give you some good things?"

Duan Zhuo shook his head, his expression lightly: "No, I can solve it myself."

Give the little girl some time to vent her temper. When she gets angry, she will naturally come back-

At noon, Zhimian was cooking lunch alone and received a call from Liang Zhiyi.

"Jiujiu, Brother Xia called me just now and asked us to go out for fun in the fourth day of the New Year. He will not go back to Lincheng for the New Year tomorrow."

Brother Xia’s full name is Xuan Xia. He is Liang Zhiyi’s male best friend in high school. He has a very similar temperament to Liang Zhiyi and is also a rich young master who is very good at playing. He has a good relationship with Zhimian. After the college entrance examination, he went to other places to study music. He usually works as a resident singer in the bar while going to school.

Zhimian replied, "Okay, then I'll let me know the time."

"Well, Xuan Xia also asked us to bring our boyfriends with me, saying that they would drink that day. I said that his wish was shattered and Zhimian broke up. Pei Chen would not drink at all hahahahaha."

Zhimian stirred the braised pork ribs in the pot and smiled faintly, "He didn't have a girlfriend?"

"Who can like him? The talkative little prince in Lincheng..."

After chatting for a few words, Liang Zhiyi suddenly said, "Wait, my aunt calls in, I'll reply to you later."

The two hung up the phone, Zhimian put his phone on the cooking table and tasted the pork ribs. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. She didn't think much about it and picked it up, "Hey..."

The other end was silent for a few seconds, and a woman's sneer came:

"Zhimian, is it really you?"

Zhimian was stunned when he heard the familiar sound, and his hands were so shaking that he sprinkled half a spoonful of salt into the ribs.

She immediately took off her phone and saw the caller ID on it. It was Xu Siyuan.

Then she guessed this sound correctly-

Xu Siyuan's sister, Xu Simeng.

Before she could speak, she heard the sound of the heavy drum pounding and forcing her: "Why don't you talk anymore? Recognize who I am? What are you pretending? Are you talking?"

Zhimian turned off the fire and said calmly: "Xu Simeng, are you asking me for trouble?"

The smile on the other end, "You still remember me, then you still remember what happened back then? We broke up with each other, and you are now on my brother's WeChat. What do you mean? What do you want to..."

Her sharp voice was broken by a low anger on the other end: "Xu Simeng! Return the phone to me!"

There was a quarrel on the other end.

A few seconds later, Xu Siyuan took his cell phone and said, "Zhimian, I'm sorry, I'll call you later."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Siyuan looked at the girl beside him coldly, "Who allows you to touch my phone? Are you still calling to harass her?"

Xu Simeng was angry, "I saw you calling someone last night and saying Happy New Year to others, with a smile on his face. I just wanted to see if you are in love, but I clicked on it and saw something. You are actually in contact with Zhimian?! What is the relationship between you?!"

"I met her some time ago, and I added that I am a good friend now. Does this have anything to do with you?"

"What does it mean to have nothing to do with me? I am your sister! Brother, you know how much I hate Zhimian, and you are still friends with her. You are deliberately disgusting me!"

Xu Siyuan had a split headache and sat down on the sofa next to her, "Who is my freedom to date? What do I disgust you?"

"That woman Zhimian is so disgusting. She likes her brother, and..."

Xu Siyuan looked at her and completely lowered her face: "Xu Simeng, would you dare to say something else?"

Xu Simeng, who was afraid that Xu Siyuan would get angry, swallowed the words and clenched his fists.
To be continued...