Song Qingcheng understands the last two sentences as missing, meaning the first sentence. She took the mobile phone and checked it, which means-Artemisia girl.
After the translation of this classical Chinese, it means that a girl picking Artemisia can’t see for a day as if it were as long as three autumns
Song whole gaze recognized YuTingChuan writing.
That stroke seems to suddenly come alive.
Looking at the paper, she bent her lips. Let’s just take this as a euphemism.
When Song Qingcheng has decided that this is a red envelope for himself.
Yu Tingchuan should get up and put it on her pillow. She really doesn’t know when to put it. Men in their thirties may be embarrassed to say such sweet words and come up with such a trick.
Song city holding a red envelope and money mood is like the weather outside.
She counted the bills, and there were 23 of them.
She soon came for nothing-
According to the lunar calendar, she grew up another year last night.
She is just twenty-three years old this year.
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Song Qingcheng got up, washed and changed his clothes. There was no more excitement in Xiaoyanglou last night. Auntie Zheng’s dining room and living room cleared the table. There were a lot of leftovers. I think Yu’s family got up early.
Aunt Xu first saw Song Qingcheng go to the kitchen to give her a bowl and still hot to soak in rice.
Song Qingcheng started to eat paofan without picking pickles.
From Aunt Xu’s words, Song Qingcheng learned that most of the others have gone back. Today is the New Year’s Day. Like Aunt Yu Jing’s family, they have to go to the man’s house in other cities to stay for a while. Fu Min went to the hospital early, but she didn’t trust her husband. In the deserted ward, Yurong and her mother caught a plane to go abroad for a holiday early in the morning. Yuhui and Yujing went upstairs to sleep.
Aunt Yu Linjiang and Yu Chengye Xu didn’t?
Song Qingcheng thought that according to Yujing’s rhetoric last night, my father and I were afraid to go to Yucheng’s mother.
Song city near breakfast YuTingChuan also came back from the outside.
Get up? he asked
Song Qingcheng nodded and looked at him. It should be when he went out to Lujia. On the New Year’s Day, Lu Xishan and Ge Wenjuan would visit some people. Yu Tingchuan’s identity would be to walk around in person on holidays. There are not many gift givers, but there must be two or three.
After breakfast, Yu Tingchuan left my old house with Song Qingcheng.
Song city in the car like inadvertently took out the red envelope from his pocket.
I found it in bed early, she said, waving the red envelope in front of Yu Tingchuan. But there are 2,300 pieces in it. Do you want to claim it?
Yu Tingchuan smiled and focused on the road conditions. Two thousand three hundred is not enough?
Compared with you, it’s really a little less for Yujing.
Song Qingcheng answered very well.
Yu Tingchuan said, Then I’ll give you a big one when I go back.
… Song whole lip angle slightly bent is not really care about how much money is in the red envelope before she speaks again. Yu Tingchuan’s cell phone rings. Someone comes to give him a message to pay a New Year call, and then several words come in succession. Please invite him to dinner and ask about business. The cell phone has hardly stopped all the way.
Yu Tingchuan didn’t say anything about that note, nor did Song Qingcheng deliberately say it.
When Yu Tingchuan answered the phone, she opened the car and rummaged through it and found a pen.
She has a carry-on note in her bag.
Song Qingcheng pulls out the pen cover and scribbles the stack of convenient strips, and finally writes a paragraph.
Seeing Yu Tingchuan’s inattention, she gently tore the convenience strip and folded it into a heart shape. She leaned forward to get the box in the back row, stuffed the folded convenience strip into Yu Tingchuan’s coat and went back to her seat and smiled contentedly.
At this time, Yu Tingchuan hung up and paid attention to her. What are you laughing at?
Nothing song city shook his head.
She peeled off a chocolate and reached over. Want to eat?
Yu Tingchuan doesn’t like sweets very much. Song Qingcheng knows that asking this question now is just changing the subject. Looking at her happy, Yu Tingchuan has a tender eye and tells her that eat less this kind of thing is not nutritious.
I just kept a box of this for myself.
Song Qingcheng raised his hand and swore, I will eat two pills every day and will not eat them all.
Yutingchuan looked at her in a serious greedy way, but it was funny that she didn’t treat her badly again. She returned to Yunxi Road, No.1 Garden, and Song Qingcheng took the lead in holding a box of chocolates. Yutingchuan parked the car and pulled out the key. She reached for the cart door and caught a glimpse of pink confetti on the coat pocket.
I really found in my hand that it was a piece of paper folded out of’ love’
Yu Tingchuan opened this love and wrote a few lines of fine print-
[Jun was born before I was born, and I was born when Jun was old]
[You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early]
[I hate not being born at the same time.]
After watching, Yu Tingchuan looked up in the line of sight, and it was already across the steps at the door of the villa, Song Qingcheng. Her hands were holding the box of exquisitely packaged small black bags, and turtle neck, jeans and a light blue cashmere coat were tied in front of her, which was refreshing and refreshing, but there was an indescribable aura.
Yu Tingchuan bowed his head again and looked at the pink paper with creases. The Adam’s apple gently moved the corner of his mouth and could not help but remind him. Then he folded the paper and put it in the object.
Aunt Gong on Yunxi Road had a holiday yesterday and went back for the New Year.
As soon as I got home, Song Qingcheng received a message from my cousin.
Cousin asked them to stay in Yu Rao for a few days. Song Qingcheng remembered to sweep grandma’s grave. After not refusing to discuss with Yu Tingchuan, he decided to go back to Yu Rao and prepare Yu Rao to stay for two days.
At noon, Yutingchuan accompanied Song Qingcheng to the mall to buy a lot of gifts.
On this day, Lao Zhao is also preparing to go back to his hometown for the New Year.
Yu Tingchuan didn’t ask Lao Zhao to leave the car and call Lao Zhao’s living room. Later, Yu Tingchuan went to the building. When Lao Zhao saw Song Qingcheng make him a cup of tea, he immediately got up and took over the chat and told her that Yu Zong didn’t spend much time in the Spring Festival in recent years, and he went to the old house on New Year’s Eve to cope with the work, but this year will look different.
Chapter 274 Brother-in-law When will you have a baby with your cousin?
Lao Zhao said and smiled at the whole Song Dynasty. There is a Song Dynasty … Now I should call my wife and look at my memory. I forget it every time I call it.
Song Qingcheng doesn’t mind being called Master Zhao, who is a nice person. She didn’t deliberately put on any music to treat each other as elders. What do you think is easy to call? There is not so much stress.
Lao Zhao nodded and said, I’m sure I can live happily this year with you around, and my family is a little angry.