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On the busy streets of Jincheng.

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

City center area, Ningjia Villa, 20:00 in the evening.

Everyone in the Ning family had just had a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, and the workers were clearing away the plates, dishes, and chopsticks.

Ning Yi and Ming Jinxin moved their seats and went to the sofa area to rest.

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

The little guy was dressed up by his grandma and mother today into a bright little bun.

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

Ning Youguang watched his grandparents playing with "Little Red Envelope" from the side, and took a lot of cute photos of "Little Red Envelope" with his mobile phone.

Then, she went outside and stood at the gate to take pictures of the large lantern hanging in front of the door, the auspicious couplets posted on the door, and the handmade window grilles on the windows.

The couplet posted on the front door of the Ning family villa this year was written by Ning Shizhao himself.

The content is: "Peace and happiness bring happiness to everyone, and the harmony of heaven and earth brings wealth to the family.", and the horizontal comment is "Peace in all seasons.".

The handmade window grilles affixed to the windows were cut by Gu Xi during the Dutch month. They are as exquisite and beautiful as those printed and cut by machine.

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

After standing at the door and taking photos, Ning Youguang sent these photos, along with the photos of the "little red envelope" he had taken before, to Shi Wangyue in the United States.

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

[Sister: [WeChat transfer ￥688] I wish Xiaowang peace and good luck in the future.]

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

Goose-feather-like snowflakes were flying in the air, and they were like falling pear petals, scattered here and there.

It was the school day at the moment, and the Harvard campus, covered in white snow, was full of young people braving the snow and wind to go to classrooms.

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

Most of them travel together in twos and threes.

There was only one young man, holding a black umbrella alone and walking intently on the road.

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

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

When he was about to reach the teaching building, the young man suddenly stopped.

I saw him quickly put the umbrella under his head, freed one hand, took off his gloves, took out his mobile phone and looked at WeChat.

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

[Children: Happy New Year.]

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

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

"Rio, let's have dinner at Kitcho tonight to celebrate the New Year together. You can come too."

It's a pure authentic Chinese accent.

After the young man sent two WeChat messages attentively, he turned to look at the young man walking behind him. The young man had black hair and black eyes. His facial features were not particularly good-looking, but he had a good temperament.

"No, I have a date tonight. You guys have fun and Happy New Year." The young man's voice was cold and distant.

An expression of regret immediately appeared on the young man's face: "Handsome guys are always more popular, okay, let's make a date next time, but Doris will be very sorry tonight."

After saying that, he shrugged towards the young man.

"Sorry." The young man said calmly.

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

Seeing that he was busy, the young man said hello and went to the classroom first.

[Sister: Remember to go out for New Year’s Eve dinner with our compatriots tonight. Don’t stay alone in the dormitory. The New Year is going to be lively. It’s not good if it’s too deserted.]

[Child: OK.]

[Sister: The beginning of spring is half past 2:30 tonight. Except for small red envelopes, everyone in our family will stay up until 2:30 to welcome the spring. I’ll have to drink more tea later.]

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

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

[Child: I remember the first time I met my sister, it was also spring.]

Maybe it was because Ning Youguang was busy in the coming days, and Shi Wangyue didn't receive her WeChat message after a long gap.

It's snowing heavily outside, and the lights are brightly lit in the Harvard campus classrooms.

In classrooms.

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

The content of today's class was a little dull, but the students around me saw that very beautiful Asian, as usual, listening to the class quietly and attentively.

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

Rather, it belongs to the pure and gentle face of a certain girl.

"Sister, I miss you again. It's not just the kind of thing I say casually. It's the first thing I think about when I wake up every morning and the last good night before going to bed every day. It's the thought of you no matter when and where I think of you.

, everything in front of me is you, the clouds are you, the mountain peaks are you, the bustling crowd is also you."

2018, New Year’s Eve, Weibo.

"A person who likes the ordinary: I miss you and wish you peace and prosperity."

…

Jincheng, Ningjia.

After Ming Jinxin put "Little Red Envelope" to sleep, she finally replaced the blind girl at the poker table who was terrible at playing cards.

Only then did Ning Youguang have time to continue playing on WeChat.

Playing mahjong is an indispensable part of the Ning family's New Year celebrations. Because Ming Jinxin had to take care of a child, there were only three mahjong players in the family. Ning Youguang was temporarily pulled in by his father to make up for the loss.

An hour of mahjong is over.

Not only did Ning You lose a lot of money despite being bald, but his grandma and dad also complained about his poor poker skills countless times.

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

[Sister: Hahahahahaha jpg, so this is the twelfth spring that we have known each other.]

[Child: Yes, happy spring.]

[Sister: Happy jpg, the little moon is also happy in spring.]

This was the first year that Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue separated.

Although she was not used to anything, 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 scenes when she and he were inseparable.

It's not like she has no friends.

There were many girls around her, girls who were chattering, cheerful and cute, but there was no one she needed to keep in mind all the time, worrying that he was not doing well or that he was unhappy.

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

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My heart is so sweet~~~