Tonight, An Nuan will stay and stay at home to celebrate the New Year.

In the past few years, An Nuan and Tan Xin have spent the New Year at Tan's house. In previous years, when Tan Yue didn't go home during the Spring Festival, An Nuan stayed with the couple.

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Jingcheng, Chen family.

This is a typical house with four bedrooms and two living rooms. The entrance of the house is facing the entrance hall. Turn right from the entrance hall to the kitchen and left to the living room.

In the living room, Chen Jian was bent over, holding a wolf-hair brush in one hand and pressing a long strip of red paper with the other, writing with concentration.

"Dad, can you write quickly? I still have something to do." Chen Ye stood beside him with tape in his hand, looking helpless.

Other people’s family would buy couplets from outside during the Chinese New Year, but their family had never bought any couplets during the Chinese New Year. According to Chen Jian’s words, “The calligraphy level of those couplets sold outside is not as good as mine, so what’s the use of buying them?”

Just make people laugh and be generous."

Hearing his daughter's urging, Chen Jian's concentrated expression was broken. He looked up at his daughter and said with a flattering smile: "My daughter, this calligraphy requires one stroke to follow your heart. You can't force it. If you write faster, it won't be good."

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Chen Ye snorted dissatisfied.

Chen Jian asked: "Where is your mother? She's still in the study and hasn't come out?"

Chen Ye nodded and said, "We had a conference call just now."

Chen Ye shook his head and sighed: "On New Year's Eve, there are still meetings. The General Administration of Culture is really not a good place. Look at our school. Since the holiday, there has been nothing. The dean called me.

, I had to call back all those who wanted to arrange work for me. By the way, my daughter, stop working in that company and come to school as a teacher. There are winter and summer vacations every year. The work is easy and there are more holidays."

"(ˉ▽￣~)Tch~~" Chen Ye rolled his eyes.

Although Chen Ye expressed disdain for his father Chen Jian's words, he also knew that working in school is much less stressful than being in the entertainment industry.

This can be seen in the daily working status of father and mother.

My father is the deputy dean of the Faculty of Liberal Arts at Kyungseong University and is also a professor. He only has a few classes per week. With his literary background, it is more than enough to teach students. He is very free most of the time every day and attends an activity every now and then.

He is also the honorary chairman of the Beijing Poetry Association and is well-known in the cultural circles of Beijing and Tianjin.

In the school, Chen Jian and the dean were brothers, and he even had a good relationship with the vice-principal.

Chen Jian thought that he was able to have a good relationship with the dean and vice-principal because of his talent and because the dean and vice-principal admired him. But what he never thought was that the dean and vice-principal were so kind to him.

It was after Ye Wen became the director of the General Administration of Culture.

Chen Jian and Chen Ye were busy celebrating the New Year in the living room, but in the study, Ye Wen frowned.

Through the glass window, she could see the cold wind outside the window, breaking the branches of some trees and causing pedestrians to lower their heads.

"The wind is getting stronger and stronger." Ye Wen muttered to herself in a deep voice.

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Tan Yue didn't know that a cold wind was gradually blowing from abroad to the country.

This gust of wind didn't just start blowing. It has been blowing in China for many years. It just went from an insignificant wind to a biting cold wind.

China Entertainment does not know how many artists will fall down due to this cold wind.

Tan Yue may have seen the wind and knew it was going to blow, but the wind hadn't hit him yet, so he didn't notice it clearly.

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers rang out. It was the neighbors who were setting off firecrackers.

His parents had gone to bed, and Tan Yue could faintly hear the excitement of little Tan Xin. Children of that age were full of yearning and love for the Chinese New Year.

"I don't know how she is doing."

Tan Yue felt the smell of the New Year, and his heart felt peaceful. In this tranquility, he thought of Chen Ziyu, or in other words, she was always in his heart, but in the dead of night, he missed her even more.

Picked up the phone, edited a message and sent it to Chen Ziyu, "Happy New Year."
Chapter completed!