After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert

On the busy streets of Jincheng.

Every street lamp is hung with prosperous lanterns, and the red lights envelope the whole city in the joy of the New Year festival.

Ning's, 20:00 in the evening.

Everyone had just had a hearty New Year's Eve dinner, and the workers were clearing the plates and chopsticks.

Ning Yi and Ming Jin shifted their seats and went to the sofa area to rest.

Ning Shizhao and Gu Xihe took turns hugging Ning Youyu, reluctant to let go.

The little guy was dressed up by grandma and mother today as a prosperous little bun.

Dressed in red, coupled with his plump, white and tender face, and a pair of big black grape-like eyes, he looks as good-looking as a doll in a New Year painting, which is very lovable.

Ning Youguang watched his grandparents play with the "little red envelope" and took a lot of cute photos of the "little red envelope" with his mobile phone.

Then, she went outside the door again, stood at the gate and took pictures of the big lantern hanging in front of the door, the auspicious couplets pasted by the door, and the handmade window grilles pasted on the windows.

The couplet pasted on the main entrance of Ning's villa this year was written by Ning Shizhao himself.

The content is: "Peaceful and happy people are blessed, heaven and earth are harmonious and family wealth increases.", horizontally criticizing "Four seasons are safe.".

The handmade window grilles pasted on the windows were cut by Gu Xi during the twelfth lunar month. They are as delicate and beautiful as those printed by machines.

This shows how much the two elders of the Ning family are looking forward to this year's New Year.

After taking photos at the door, Ning Youguang sent these photos together with the "little red envelope" photo taken earlier to Shi Mochizuki who was far away in the United States.

[Sister: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] Happy New Year. ]

[Sister: [WeChat transfer 688] I wish Xiao Wangyue peace and good luck throughout the years. ]

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At the same time, far away in Boston, USA.

Feather-like snowflakes fluttered in the air, like pear petals blown down, scattered and scattered.

It was the school period at the moment, and the Harvard campus covered by snow was full of young people who braved the wind and snow to go to classrooms.

These young people come from all over the world, with different skin colors and hair colors.

Most of them go together in twos and threes.

There was only one boy, holding a black umbrella alone, walking on the road with concentration.

He was wearing a thick gray down jacket and black gloves, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a few books in the other.

In the white snow, the young man's delicate face was like a sculpture made of ice and snow. It was astonishingly beautiful, but also astonishingly cold.

When he was about to reach the teaching building, the boy suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He quickly put the umbrella under his head, freed one hand, took off his glove, and took out his mobile phone to check WeChat.

There were not many new messages on WeChat, only two, but the ice and snow melted instantly between the young man's exquisite eyebrows.

[Children: Happy New Year. ]

[Children: [WeChat transfer 1314] I wish you good luck and good fortune. ]

When the boy was standing in front of the teaching building and sending WeChat, a joyful young male voice suddenly came from his ear:

"Rio, let's have dinner in the kitcho to celebrate the new year together, you should come too."

It is a pure and authentic Chinese accent.

After the boy focused on sending two WeChat messages, he turned his head to look at the young man walking behind him. The young man had black hair and black eyes, and his facial features were not particularly good-looking, but he had a good temperament.

"No, I have an appointment tonight, you guys have fun, Happy New Year." The boy's voice was cold and distant.

A regretful expression immediately appeared on the young man's face: "Handsome guys are always more popular, well, let's make an appointment next time, but Doris will be very sorry tonight."

After speaking, he shrugged his shoulders at the boy.

"Sorry." The boy said calmly.

After chatting with the young man for a while, the young man received another WeChat message, and he quickly lowered his head to check it.

Seeing that he was busy, the young man greeted him and went to the classroom first.

[Sister: Remember to go out to have New Year’s Eve dinner with our compatriots tonight, don’t stay in the dormitory alone, the New Year will be lively, it’s not good if it’s too deserted. ]

[Child: Good. ]

[Sister: Beginning of spring at 2:30 tonight, except for the little red envelopes, all of our family have to watch the year until 2:30, waiting for the spring, I will drink more tea later. ]

[Children: Then tomorrow will be spring in China. ]

[Sister: Yes, it is winter now, and tomorrow is spring. ]

[Children: I think of the first time I met my sister, it was also spring. ]

It may be that Ning Youguang is busy in the next time, and Shi Mochiyue has not waited for her WeChat after a long time.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the classrooms on Harvard campus were brightly lit.

In classrooms.

Sitting in the middle seat, Mochizuki was once again distracted during class.

Today's class content was a little boring, but the students around saw that very beautiful Asian, listening to the class quietly and attentively as usual.

In fact, only he knew that what appeared in front of his eyes was not the figure of the professor in class, nor the subtitles on the big screen in front of the podium.

Rather, it belonged to the clean and gentle face of a certain girl.

"Sister, I miss you again, not the kind of casual talk, but the first thought when I wake up every morning and the last good night before going to bed every day; yes, no matter when and where, when I think of you , everything in front of you is you, the clouds are you, the mountain is you, the bustling crowd is also you.”

2018, New Year's Eve, Weibo.

"A person who likes the ordinary: I miss you, I wish you peace and prosperity every year, and the stars shine brightly."

...

Jincheng, Ning's family.

After Ming Jinxin put the "little red envelope" to sleep, she finally replaced the blind girl who was bad at the poker table.

Ning Youguang now has time to continue playing WeChat.

Playing mahjong is an essential part of the Ning family's 30-year-old program. Because Ming Jin wanted to take care of the children, the whole family was short of three mahjong players. Ning Youguang was temporarily dragged by his father to fill the number.

Played mahjong for an hour.

Not to mention that Ning Youguang lost a lot of money, his grandma and father complained about his bad poker skills countless times.

When she opened WeChat and saw the WeChat message from the child, her depressed mood improved.

[Sister: Hahahahahaha jpg, so this is the twelfth spring of our acquaintance. ]

[Children: Yes, there is a happy spring. ]

[Sister: Happy jpg, Mochizuki is also happy in spring. ]

This is the first year that Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue have been separated.

Although she was not used to it, occasionally when she ate alone on campus, went to the library alone, or went to the supermarket alone, she would think of him and the scene when she was inseparable from him.

It's not like she doesn't have friends.

There are many girls around, the girls are chattering, cheerful and cute, but no one needs her to always take care of her, worrying about his bad life, worrying about his unhappiness.

Ning Youguang thought: "Little Mochizuki, I wish you can take good care of yourself, find yourself, and shine brightly in the distant America." 1314