"Dong~dongdong~dongdongdong~"

The aluminum alloy hollow security door made a hollow 'dong-dong' sound, echoing in the silent winter night.

Inside the room, Guan Qiuhe asked cautiously: "Who is it?"

Fang Nian didn't say a word, but continued to knock on the security door.

"Who?!"

Guan Qiuhe's voice was full of impatience.

After a while, I heard the sound of slippers drooping on the ground.

There was silence inside and outside the door.

After a while, Guan Qiuhe saw Fang Nian standing outside through the peephole, then opened the door and muttered angrily: "Aren't you home?"

"I wonder if it's scary if you don't say anything in the middle of the night?"

"Where did this come from?"

Fang Nian looked slightly embarrassed, touched his nose, and explained in a low voice.

"I was passing by an Internet cafe and was asked by my classmates to play games. I accidentally passed the time and there was no bus back."

Guan Qiuhe looked at Fang Nian: "Really?"

She didn't believe it.

Another word to coax ghosts.

She knew a little about the public transportation situation in Tangli. If it was a little late in winter, there would indeed be no cars.

But when it comes to Fang Nian, this situation feels unreasonable.

If Guan Qiuhe didn't know that Fang Nian was rich and had many ways, she would have almost believed it.

"What game is so fun and makes you lose track of time?"

Fang Nian, who had already sat on the sofa with his bag on his back, explained seriously: "First we played Demon Realm, then we played dungeons together, and then we played Golden Island..."

"Sister He, do you have anything to eat? I'm a little hungry."

Guan Qiuhe snorted: "Your brain has been eaten by games. There are so many restaurants on Tangli Street. Don't you know how to eat?"

"It's so late and you're still tormenting me."

"I'll give it to you to eat."

Fang Nian said quickly: "No, no, as long as you have wine."

Guan Qiuhe didn't bother to expose Fang Nian's 'lie', so he walked to the wine cabinet and asked, "What kind of wine do you want to drink?"

Fang Nian said: "How about the golden bottle?"

"Lusalus noble rot wine?" Guan Qiuhe asked.

Fang Nian chuckled: "Well, I've been paying attention to it for a long time."

"Okay, okay, drink!"

Lysalus may not be as expensive as Conti, but classic vintages aren’t cheap either.

"..."

Comparatively speaking, Fang Nian prefers the taste of botrytis wine.

Among them, the one at Lysalus Manor is the most popular.

Another name can describe its preciousness, dripping gold.

With Fang Nian's current wealth, he can only try it occasionally.

Just like Guan Qiuhe, who lives a very exquisite life, he doesn't drink much most of the time, because the cost of restocking is too high.

"..."

As time goes by, the countdown to 2008 has officially begun.

Guan Qiuhe put down his wine glass and looked at Fang Nian: "I took a long vacation and planned to travel and relax."

"When are you leaving?" Fang Nian was stunned for a moment, but still asked.

Guan Qiuhe replied: "Just these two days."

"How about this? You give me a ride. I want to go to Shanghai. It will take about two days. I'm thinking that if you go on a trip, Shanghai is a better place to transfer and it's convenient to go anywhere." Fang Nian's expression changed.

Then he explained: "I want to buy a house."

"I also need to ensure that I will be admitted to Fudan, so I want to go to Shanghai to see Fudan's independent admissions and recommendation channels."

Guan Qiuhe frowned: "Didn't you say that your current grades are already stable enough to pass the Fudan score line?"

"That's true, but you have to be prepared. What should you do if you catch a cold again?" Fang Nian said with a smile.

Even if Guan Qiuhe doesn't take a long leave.

Fang Nian actually plans to go to Shanghai sometime soon. The sooner the matter is resolved, the more at ease he will be.

Guan Qiuhe pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "That's okay."

"Then let's leave on the evening of the 3rd. I'll help you contact him in the next two days."

Then he looked Fang Nian up and down, and said with a face full of ridicule: "Are you afraid that Shencheng is too big? I have rich theoretical experience and will be confused after I go there, so I want to tell me to be brave."

Fang Nian nodded seriously: "Yes."

He has been to Shanghai.

I went there in 2000, when Fang Zhengguo and Lin Feng worked in Shanghai.

It’s like spending half of the summer vacation in Fang Nian.

As for the number of times I have been there, there are so many.

"I'm going to invite you to travel to Shanghai. I'll cover the basic expenses for the whole journey." Guan Qiuhe waved his hand.

"Of course, you have to buy the house yourself."

Fang Nian showed a happy expression at the right time: "Thank you very much, Sister He. I won't trouble you too much."

Guan Qiuhe: "..."

There is no clock tower in Tangli, and the clock hanging in the living room points to 0 o'clock.

Fang Nian took the lead in raising his glass and looked at Guan Qiuhe: "Sister He, Happy New Year."

Guan Qiuhe smiled and nodded: "Happy New Year, Xiaofang."

"..."

Guan Qiuhe didn't say thank you, and Fang Nian didn't explain why he turned back even though he was planning to go home.

After all, she is a girl who lives a delicate life. Even in Tangli, she hopes to have some New Year's Eve atmosphere instead of being alone.

In the past two days, Guan Qiuhe actually felt a little disappointed.

In addition, even the students in Class 174 are thinking about how to spend New Year’s Eve.

As soon as Fang Nian thought about it, he simply stayed in Tangli, gave Guan Qiuhe a small surprise, and spent the New Year's Eve with her.

There is wine, food, and company.

It's better than being alone watching the TV and not knowing what to do...

...Shortly after midnight, Fang Nian left 501.

Early the next morning, Fang Nian went to 501 to have breakfast.

"I'm asking for leave now. From now on, you have to go to the canteen to solve the problem of food and clothing."

Guan Qiuhe said with a smile.

Fang Nian smacked his lips: "This is the last breakfast."

"How are you talking!" Guan Qiuhe glared at Fang Nian.

"This is the last meal I will cook for you in 2008 that you can eat."

Fang Nian smiled: "That's right, this breakfast is a bit of a challenge."

Guan Qiuhe rolled his eyes.

By the way, he left the key to 501 with Fang Nian and told him that there was food and drink in the refrigerator and noodles in the kitchen, so he could take a bite of it himself.

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After leaving the workers' community, Fang Nian crossed Tangli Street and turned the last corner. In front of him was the station yard.

Lin Yucong, who was carrying a small bag, spotted Fang Nian at a glance and ran over: "Good morning, classmate Fang."

When I speak, I wish I could sing.
To be continued...