Auxiliary super fierce

Chapter 30

Two days after Wen Tu left, it was the Spring Festival. Those relatives who Fang Zao said earlier would come to celebrate the New Year at home, and those who love to gossip, really came on time on the same day, and they couldn’t stop talking from the moment they entered the door. Pass.

The relatives and Fang Chi are quite familiar. Fang Chi often met with them when he was a child at his grandfather's house, and he is quite familiar with them when he grows up. He pulls Fang Chi to talk about those interesting things about him when he was a child, and Fang Chi twitches the corner of his mouth. Can't laugh at all.

Some, even most of the elders' interesting stories about the younger generation are mostly embarrassing things, and they have to talk about it every year and festival, without any regard for the younger generation's face.

After finally dealing with the relatives, Fang Chi went back to the room and waited for dinner before coming out.

This New Year's Eve is really meaningless.

When Fang Chi was at his grandpa’s house when he was a child, he always got up early during the Chinese New Year, and went to the county town with his grandparents to do some shopping. When he came back at noon, his grandpa prepared the New Year’s Eve dinner, and he was there to help. Singing a few lines with grandpa, grandma couldn't close her mouth with laughter watching the grandpa and grandson arguing.

Grandpa was a very traditional person. Even though he was not in good health at that time, he still insisted on keeping watch. Xiao Fang made a fuss every year to keep watch together, but he was sleepy before twelve o'clock.

Fang Chi sighed.

Now that he has grown up, he can survive the year, but his grandfather passed away early.

"Fang Chi?" Grandma opened the door and walked in, "You are hiding in the room again."

The last word of this sentence was more like a sigh, Fang Chi raised his head quickly: "No, I'll take a breath and go out right away."

Grandma walked over to Fang Chi slowly and sat down, stretched out her hand and patted the back of his grandson's hand, and let out another soft sigh, which went into Fang Chi's heart.

Fang Chi's heart tightened: "Why are you sighing for the New Year's Eve?"

Grandma shook her head. She didn't speak, and Fang Chi didn't dare to speak.

The two of them just sat side by side until Zuo Ting knocked on the door and asked them to have dinner.

Fang Chi usually makes a fuss at the base, but at home he is a standard well-behaved baby. In addition to his relationship with Fang Zaidong's family, he basically doesn't eat or sleep on weekdays.

But today's Chinese New Year is different, especially after Fang Chi saw Fang Zaidong waving at him enthusiastically after walking out the door, Fang Chi became more certain that many things were different.

"Dad." Fang Chi sat down at the table and called out, and Fang Zaidong answered very comfortably, just as comfortable as they usually get along like this.

Fang Chi lowered his head and twitched the corner of his mouth.

The meal was boring, Fang Chi still sat in the living room chatting with his relatives after the meal in order not to let grandma think too much, and he was relieved to chat until the group of relatives left after dinner.

Ordinary people seem to gather together to watch TV after dinner, and wait for the moment before twelve o'clock to run outside the open space to set off fireworks, but Fang Chi's family lacks this process, as if sending relatives away , This year seems to be over.

Zuo Ting and Fang Zaidong returned to the room, Fang Zao smiled at him inexplicably, picked up his coat and car keys and went out, leaving Fang Chi alone to put the washed dishes into the cabinet.

When he came out of the kitchen, he saw grandma standing in the living room, carefully looking at the framed words. That look reminded Fang Chi of Wen Tu who was also standing there some time ago.

"What's wrong?" Fang Chi walked over, put one hand on grandma's shoulder, put the other hand in his trouser pocket, looked up at the words, "Can you still see flowers from it?"

"Annoying." Grandma pretended to be annoyed and slapped his hand away, pointing to the word, "As annoying as your grandpa."

"That's no good, I think my grandfather is more annoying." Fang Chi smiled, "He is the only one who can write about your bad cooking and hang it on the wall."

"Your grandpa was annoying when he was young, and he doesn't stop when he's old." Speaking of grandpa, grandma always had a lot to say, her eyes filled with warmth, "He always called me Aqiu. Just shout secretly, and even shout in front of a large group of people after getting married, don’t be ashamed.”

"I know that." Fang Chi pulled her to sit on the sofa, "When you two had a fight, grandpa moved a small stool to sit next to you and called Aqiu. It was so annoying that I even felt annoyed hearing it. .”

Grandma sat down, the smile on her lips tended to enlarge, she squinted her eyes, as if lost in memories, after a long time, she sighed: "When he left, he stopped calling Ah Qiu."

Grandpa was seriously ill. On the day he went there, he was slurred and murmured something. Fang Chi and Fang Zaidong couldn't understand, but grandma, who had been sitting on the bedside, couldn't stop crying.

When Fang Chi asked about it later, grandma said: "He told me: 'Come down later, I don't want to eat your cooking, it's too bad.'"

This kind of topic is too sad, Fang Chi coughed lightly, and wanted to change the subject, but grandma patted him on the shoulder as if recovering from her senses: "Do you want to keep the year old?"

Fang Chi nodded.

"Then keep it." Grandma said, "Grandma will cook for you the next day when you get up."

"Don't even think about poisoning me." Fang Chi laughed.

Grandma scolded the little bastard again before returning to the room. Fang Chi blinked, suddenly feeling very empty in his heart.

The house is not too big, and there are dark lights everywhere, and someone outside the house impatiently ignited the fireworks, sparks flew into the sky, and exploded into a gorgeous flower.

After the fireworks dissipated, the quiet night sky seemed extraordinarily lonely. Fang Chi looked out the window, thought for a while, picked up his phone and sent a message to a group of people, and it took a full 10 minutes for someone to reply. Fang Chi picked up the phone At first glance, it was Wentu.

Wentu:?

Fang Chi: Hello, audience friends.

Wentu: ...

Wen Tu: What are you doing?

Fang Chi: What are you doing?

Wen Tu: Watch TV.

Fang Chi: Spring Festival Gala?

Wen Tu sent a one-second voice over, Fang Chi clicked on it, it was just a short "um".

The young man's voice seemed to be the same at first, but it was particularly provocative when he heard it in such a night. Fang Chi heard something trembling in his heart, making an unpleasant crashing sound, and then calmed down again. It seemed that everything he perceived just now was his illusion.

"Ah." Fang Chi picked up the phone, thought for a while, and then sent a voice message, "That's it, Happy New Year."

There was no reply from Wen Tu, Fang Chi was bored with his mobile phone, and when he was about to download a defending radish to play, Wen Tu called.

The voice of the Japanese singer is hoarse, and the mood of world-weariness in the singing is very obvious. Fang Chi can't remember the circumstances under which he heard this song, but he likes it very much.

"Hello?" Fang Chi answered the phone, waiting for the person on the other end to answer.

After a while, with the arrival of twelve o'clock, the sound of fireworks exploding came and went, one higher than the other.

"Wen Tu?" Fang Chi called out again.

"Happy New Year!" There seemed to be a lot of noise on Wen Tu's side, he roared loudly, Fang Chi pressed the phone firmly to his ear, and blocked his ear with the other hand to barely hear what he was saying.

"Happy New Year!" Fang Chi yelled, turning his head to watch all kinds of fireworks explode outside the window, and something bloomed in his chest.

"Fang-Da-Xia-!"

This is the first time Wen Tu called his nickname, "Are you unhappy!?"

"Wen-Xiao-Tu-!"

Fang Chi covered one ear, fell on the sofa, and yelled heartbreakingly, "Go back to the base early!"

The sound of fireworks on Fang Chi's side suddenly stopped for a moment.

The voice coming from the ear could not be clearer.

He heard Wen Tu pause for a while before shouting, "You too!"

The fireworks rose again, and before the layer of smoke dissipated, they exploded again.