Xiao Wuxin came out of the souvenir shop and shook Zhou Jingwei's arm, saying he wanted to eat candied haws.

Zhou Jingwei lowered his eyebrows and looked at her with a slight smile: "Do you want me to buy candied haws?"

Cheng Weiyue's smile was indescribably sweet, and she asked softly: "Will Mr. Zhou buy it for me?"

She has become much more cheerful than before, completely unlike when Zhou Jingwei saw her for the first time, when he was hurriedly hiding from the rain on the side of the road, confused and panicked.

His eyes couldn't help but look a little softer and more affectionate, and he said gently: "If you want, my little moon, of course you can."

The two of them walked in Chinatown for a long time, and finally saw a vendor selling candied haws in an inconspicuous corner.

Zhou Jingwei bought all the remaining candied haws and put them in a paper bag.

He held it in one hand and led Cheng Weiyue back with the other hand.

Going against the flow of people all the way, Zhou Jingwei protected her with his arms, preventing her from being bumped into by the crowd.

Cheng Weiyue thought of her childhood, when her father Cheng Cunzheng led her mother like this, walking down the narrow alleys and long streets filled with fireworks.

How funny and how touching, she had already thought of their life till old age.

The time of reunion is always shorter than separation. In the early morning of the next day, before it was dark, Cheng Weiyue saw Zhou Jingwei packing his luggage.

"Are you leaving?" She sat up slightly, revealing the ambiguous color on her shoulders.

She didn't notice it, looking at the man's cold back under the night light.

The latter stopped packing his things, turned around and walked towards her.

His eyebrows were soft and dim under the light, with a bit of indescribable nostalgia.

He covered her with the slipped quilt again, raised his hand to scratch the tip of her nose, and said warmly: "The Zhou family can't delay any longer. I heard from Chen Yian that my mother was taken back to the Zhou family's old house and was emotionally unstable.

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Cheng Weiyue knew that he had squeezed the time out of his fingers.

She placed her hands on the soft quilt, squeezed it subconsciously, and then said softly: "Go ahead, I will take care of myself."

"I know," Zhou Jingwei's voice was hoarse: "My little moon will take good care of itself and will be safe year after year."

When he said this, he suddenly reached into his pocket, took out a delicate box, and placed it in Cheng Weiyue's hand.

"What is this?" Cheng Weiyue was surprised.

"New Year's gift, you have no conscience." Zhou Jingwei sighed, with a very indulgent tone: "How could I not prepare a New Year's gift for you?"

Cheng Weiyue felt tears welling up in her eyes, which ached with pain.

"You said there are no New Year gifts..."

"How is it possible?" Zhou Jingwei looked at her funny, with a gentle smile: "Please touch under your pillow again."

Cheng Weiyue stretched out her hand to touch it as instructed, and felt hard and tough paper.

"Not only are there New Year's gifts, but there are also New Year's red envelopes," Zhou Jingwei touched her head, half serious and half casual: "My Yueyue must grow up safely."

Cheng Weiyue couldn't help but laugh: "I have grown up."

"How can that be impossible?" He sighed, becoming more and more gentle: "My little princess will always be a child."

Cheng Weiyue buried her face back in the bed and didn't look at him: "Zhou Jingwei, leave now, I won't look at you anymore."

For only a moment, Zhou Jing wondered if Cheng Weiyue was hiding in bed and crying.

This thought made him unable to breathe.

But he has always been timid when it comes to Cheng Weiyue, and he doesn't even have the courage to ask for proof.

He looked at the little girl huddled in the quilt and touched her shoulder through the quilt: "Then I'm leaving."

Cheng Weiyue stretched out a hand from the quilt and pulled the hem of his clothes.

"What's wrong?" he asked patiently.

Cheng Weiyue put a thin red envelope in Zhou Jingwei's hand: "Happy New Year, Zhou Jingwei."

What I am saying is, Happy New Year to you, my beloved.

It wasn't until the footsteps were too far to be heard that Cheng Weiyue poked her head out of the bed.

How could she not bear to look at him? She was so anxious that she even forgot to put on her shoes, so she couldn't wait to walk to the window.

Zhou Jingwei's car was parked downstairs, with double flashes on, and the lights blurred his figure.

Cheng Weiyue thought for a while, maybe it wasn't because of the light, but because of the tears in her eyes.

Zhou Jingwei stood by the car, holding in his hand the red envelope he had just given him.

He carefully put the red envelope in his pocket. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly raised his head and looked upstairs.

Cheng Weiyue's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly knelt down in a panic.

If he sees himself, he will feel uneasy.

Cheng Weiyue knew.

The less he seems to care about it, the more he can feel at ease.

But she loves him so much, how can she hide her concern?

Jingcheng.

Zhao Ximo and Wei Tingyao walked out of the Zhou family's old house.

In Zhou Jingwei's absence, Zhou Siheng was responsible for presiding over all matters of the Zhou family.

He sent the two of them to the door with a very polite tone: "Happy New Year, both of you, be careful on the way back."

Zhao Xi remained silent, with a thin layer of coldness in his eyes.

Wei Tingyao followed the good example and said thank you very much.

Zhou Siheng is a smart man and has long guessed the stiffness and awkwardness between the two.

He randomly found an excuse to go in, not forgetting to bolt the door from the inside.

The moment the door closed, Zhao Ximo heard Wei Tingyao speak with a slight smile, and said calmly and kindly: "Ximo, you are just dissatisfied with me, there is no need to ignore Si Heng, right?"

"Dissatisfied?" Zhao Ximo smiled, but his eyes were even colder: "Now that things have happened, do you still care about what I think?"

"We grew up together. How come I don't care about your concerns?" Wei Tingyao looked at Zhao Ximo seriously and said, "No matter what, I still hope you can come to my wedding with Wan Ting."

"Wei Tingyao, are you provoking me now?" Zhao Ximo's tone did not fluctuate at all, and was so calm that it was terrifying: "Are you very proud now?"

Wei Tingyao said nothing and handed Zhao Ximo a cigarette.

The snow kept falling in front of the court, flying like white pieces of paper.

Two scarlet firelights were dazzling in the night.

No one spoke for a long time.

It was Wei Tingyao who spoke first, very hoarsely: "Ximo, do you know when I met Wan Ting? It was before she approached you."

The movements of Zhao Ximo's fingertips froze for a moment.

His eyes turned red for a moment, and he almost asked: "Even if you meet me first, can you win someone's love?"

"How can I win someone's love?"

Wei Tingyao sneered, and his tone became more understated and desolate: "Between me and you and Jing Wei, you have always been the one who gets what you want. Jing Wei has a rough youth and lacks family affection, but I, the Wei family, have so many

As a child, I have never been favored by my father. Even if I have everything I have when I grow up, I have earned every penny by myself."

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