Mr. Perfect And Miss Almost

The vacation time in the United States is different from the domestic vacation time. The two families had a meal together and roughly set the time and arrangement for their marriage. Zhang's father and Zhang's mother returned to the United States at the end of January.

Yun Shu and Zhang Si had a good negotiation. They spent the same day with Grandma Zhang in S city on the 30th day of the new year, and returned to B city again and again on the first day of the year.

The end of the year is the busiest time in Zhang Si. After Yun Shu finished the exam, he began to have a vacation, and he was very leisurely all day long. It was cold, and I slept three poles every day, nestling at home and holding cotton candy as a warm handbag, at home Maodong, Zhang Sinian couldn't understand her lazy appearance, and brought people to the office to work together.

"Mr. Zhang." The office door opened and a small head came in.

"Why have you been out for so long?" Zhang Sinian asked, looking up from the document.

"The New Year is almost coming. Every store on Huaihai Road is queuing up. I lined up all afternoon before I lined up three teams."

"If I didn't move fast, I wouldn't be able to grab these."

Yun Shu held up the large and small plastic bag triumphantly and gestured for his trophy.

"The sauced duck and crab shell yellows from Guangming Village, the butterfly cakes from Halbing Food Factory, almond chops, butter cookies, the drunk crabs, yellow mud snails and red sausages that grandma said I also bought."

It was the first time for the two of them to celebrate the New Year together. What Yun Shu did was very fresh. Zhang Sinian was so busy that he had to work overtime after returning home. The stack of papers on the table was taller than her, so she started alone. Mixed in the long line of the grandfather and aunt in S city, I purchased the new year's goods.

"Ah, yes..." Yun Shu took off the down jacket and took out a small paper bag from the down jacket. "The butterfly pastry just came out of the oven, and it's still hot."

Yun Shu said as he took out one from the paper bag and handed it to Zhang Sinian's mouth.

Zhang Sinian took a bite. The entrance was still warm and crispy. The aroma of butter and milk melted in his mouth. He didn't eat sweets too much, took two bites, put it on a paper towel and put it aside.

Yun Shu sat aside, with a butterfly pastry in his mouth, facing the list in the phone, counting his fingers and counting what he hadn’t bought, his expression was serious, as if he was doing some important project, his expression was better than sitting at a table writing The thesis is still serious.

She loves these little desserts the most, and within a few bites, she ate a butterfly pastry, with some crumbs on her mouth, her tongue unconsciously stretched out and licked it, and her pink lips were covered with a light layer of water. Light.

"It's like a small cat." Zhang Sinian bends the corner of his mouth when he sees it, and eats the little half of the butterfly cake left on his hand—it's very sweet.

The speed of flipping through the documents in my hand has speeded up—it’s also good to squeeze in the crowd with the little **** vacation earlier to grab new year’s goods.

Zhang Sinian hurriedly hurried, and was busy until two days before the new year before he finished his work and started taking annual leave.

After Yun Shu’s tossing down, the house has been tasted for years—the fruit plate on the table has been filled with colorful candies, the wall is hung with fish pendants, and the windows are pasted with red window grilles. Part of it was cut by Grandma Zhang. The craftsmanship of the older generation is very delicate. Two of the patterns were simple and crookedly cut, and they were made by Yun Shu. But she still cheekedly pasted these two unsightly grilles on the inconspicuous window.

Even the marshmallow changed into a small red embroidered dress, tied a red bow around his neck, and **** a strand of white hair with a red ribbon on his head. A dog made Yun Shu look like a red envelope. .

On the night of the twenty-ninth year of the year, it snowed, and the snow was not too heavy, only a thin layer was deposited on the lawn and on the roof of the car.

Grandma Zhang came here two days ago. When Zhang Sinian got up early in the morning, she was frying the New Year goods in the kitchen. Cat ears and twists were piled up in a small basket, and the scent filled the whole house.

"Xiao Shu is still sleeping?"

Zhang Sinian scooped a bowl of millet porridge from the rice cooker: "Well, let her warm her breakfast."

Yun Shu likes to lie in bed in winter. He was busy a year ago. Yesterday, when he was on vacation, Yun Shu was very enthusiastic at night. The two stayed in bed until midnight. When Zhang Sinian went downstairs, Yun Shu was still holding the quilt and shrank into a ball. His face was still covered with sleep marks from the folds of the pillow, and his face was flushed, and he slept deeply. Had it not been for he knew that there were a lot of things to do during the Chinese New Year today, and had a firm will to get up, he would want to sleep with Yun Shu for a while.

The juniors of the Zhang family are all required to practice calligraphy, and every year couplets are written by themselves. In previous years, it was written by Grandpa Zhang, this year is the turn of Zhang Si.

When Yun Shu came downstairs, Zhang Sinian was standing at the table writing the couplet. Two sets of finished products were already spread out on the table. They were there, waiting for the ink to dry. He was slightly bent, holding a thin ink stick in his hand to grind the ink.

She tiptoed and tiptoed towards Zhang Sinian.

Originally wanted to hug him from behind and startled him, but before he could walk behind him, he put down the ink stick, turned around, and hugged her.

"Do you have eyes behind your back, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Sinian bent his eyes and bowed his head to kiss her.

She had just finished brushing her teeth, and there was a faint sweetness of peach toothpaste between her lips and teeth.

After the kiss, Zhang Sinian took a writing brush dipped in ink, hung his wrist, and penned dragons and snakes on the red spring couplet paper.

Yun Shu sat at the table with his chin in his hand, Zhang Sinian wrote a word, and she read a word afterwards.

"The porridge is warm in the pot. Go eat it soon. But have lunch later and don't eat too much."

"Um."

After eating, Zhang Sinian had already written all the couplets, and was sitting at the table to pack his pen and ink.

Yun Shu leaned back lazily on the sofa, holding a bone-shaped molar stick hanging from a rope, teasing marshmallows.

Every time the marshmallow was almost enough, she lifted the rope a little bit. Marshmallow jumped a few times, but couldn't reach it, ignored her, and lay lazily on the sofa.

Seeing that it ignored people, Yun Shu lay half on the sofa, barefoot, rubbing the cotton candy's furry back with the back of his instep, holding the little twist that grandma had just exploded in his hand, and biting it.

Marshmallow's temper was as soft as its name, and Yun Shu didn't feel annoyed by rubbing his feet on it, lying on the ground, squinting, lazily. A red bow hairpin is pinned to Yun Shu's head, and a red ribbon is tied to his marshmallow head. Each person and dog are both lazy.

Zhang Sinian knocked on her head: "What do you say lazily?"

Yun Shu would look at Zhang Sinian's face the most, and jumped off the sofa to take the couplet for him, with a look of courtesy: "I will accompany you to paste the couplet."

"good."

As soon as the snow stopped, the sky was overcast and the wind was cold.

Zhang Sinian wrapped Yun Shu tightly, and then he took the stool and pulled the people out.

The yard was completely white. Yun Shu followed Zhang Sinian, stepping on the footprints left by Zhang Sinian, leaping forward.

When the wind blew, the snow on the branches fell rustlingly, Yun Shu was better with a hat, and Zhang Si had fallen a lot in his years.

Upon seeing this, Yun Shu burst out with a chuckle, stood on his toes and brushed the small snow particles on his head.

Zhang Sinian stood on the stool and roughly aligned the couplet with the edge of the door: "Are you right?"

Yun Shu looked left and right: "It's right."

Yun Shu confirmed that he was right, and he pressed down the spring couplets soaked with glue.

Zhang Sinian posted it carefully. Yun Shu stood at the door, took out a toffee from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and answered vaguely: "It's right."

After Zhang Sinian finished posting the couplet, he got down from the stool to take a look, knocked on her forehead, raised an eyebrow: "The heights on both sides are not the same, have you said right to me?"

Yun Shu tilted his head and looked left and right, sticking out his tongue: "This door is too big, the two sides are so far apart, it's not visible."

After finishing talking, he kissed him on the cheek as if to please, it was sticky, with the sweetness of toffee.

Zhang Sinian couldn't help her, holding her hand and walking back: "You have to show me clearly when you post the next one."

Yun Shu held his arm and said softly and acting like a baby: "Guaranteed to complete the task."

After posting the couplet, the two were forced to hang small lanterns in the yard by their grandmother.

The branches and leaves of the evergreen tree are covered with a thin layer of snow, white and green, and the branches are dotted with the little red lanterns, which is very festive.

Yun Shu hangs halfway through. Collect the thin snow from the branches, knead them into two little snowballs, insert two branches, and become a simple little snowman.

Zhang Sinian hung up the lantern and smiled at the neat row of little snowmen in front of the window sill. Holding Yun Shu's cold fingertips in his palm, he carried it back.

Although there were only three people, Grandma Zhang and Zhang Sinian were two together, and the New Year's Eve dinner was very rich. Even marshmallows, Zhang Sinian made him an oil-free and salt-free chicken breast meal.

Grandma Zhang went to bed early, and after dinner, she watched the Spring Festival Gala with them for a while. After eating dumplings, she went back to her room to rest.

The remaining two leaned on the sofa with the same blanket on their legs. The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV. Cotton candy was lying on their feet. The shaggy white hair covered their feet, which was very warm.

Neither of them had any thoughts of watching the Spring Festival Gala, but the TV was on, leaning against each other, chatting with each other.

Yun Shu wore a fluffy mohair sweater and hugged a small ball in his arms, which felt very good. Zhang Sinian looked relaxed and lazy. Fingertips were wrapped around Yun Shu's hair.

In the sketch, it happens that the elders give red envelopes to the juniors.

Yun Shu grabbed Zhang Sinian's hand and took a bite: "I don't have any new year's money this year. My family's new year's money is before graduation. If we get married this year, it will definitely be gone."

Zhang Sixiao laughed: "Then I will supply you."

"Hey."

"How much can you generally receive during the Chinese New Year?"

Yun Shu broke his fingers and counted: "Grandpa usually gives 5,000, sister gives 2,000, plus other elders, how can it be 10,000. It's enough for me to buy a good skateboard."

The Yun family’s family background is better than the Zhang family, but they are not too spoiled by Yun Shu, and the money given to them is only slightly more than that of ordinary people.

Zhang Sinian smiled and took the wallet on his desk. He was going to City B tomorrow, and there happened to be a lot of cash in his bag.

He counted and took out a stack of money. "It seems that there is no red envelope." Zhang Sinian rolled his eyes around, and finally took the red ribbon that Yun Shu was holding to braid the marshmallows, and tied the small stack of banknotes. "New Year's money will be available every year from now on."

"Hey—" Yun Shu looked at him in surprise, his eyes gleaming, and he grasped his cuff to confirm, "Does it really happen every year?"

"Yes. The elders won't send it to you, I'll send it to you." Zhang Sinian smiled, "Is it a bit sweeter to take the New Year's money?"

Yun Shu fluttered in his arms, blinking and blinking, his voice was playful: "Thank you, Dad Zhang—Dad—"

Zhang Sinian smiled and shook his head-really raised a daughter.

Yun Shu yelled to watch the night. Before twelve o'clock, he nestled in his arms, his eyes dimly sleepy.

I fell asleep still holding the lucky money in my hand.

Zhang Sinian carefully took the money out of her hand and held the person upstairs.

Yun Shu's voice was dazed: "We still have to watch the night."

Zhang Sinian coaxed her: "It's already past twelve o'clock, and I can go to bed."

"New Year's money can't be taken away secretly...you must press it under the pillow."

"good."

After arranging the new year's money, Yun Shu tilted his head, leaning in Zhang Sinian's arms, and fell asleep completely.

Zhang Sinian took the person to bed, pressed the New Year's Day money under the pillow, and scraped the tip of her nose: "Little wealth fan."

After twelve o'clock, the sound of firecrackers came one after another downstairs.

Yun Shu heard the sound, rubbed his eyes in a daze, buried his head in Zhang Sinian's arms: "Happy New Year, Mr. Zhang."

"Happy New Year." Zhang Sinian replied in a low voice, squeezing the quilt for her.