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Chapter 19#New Year's End is coming#

This year's Spring Festival comes neither early nor late, just at the end of January.

Qin Fei is a person who doesn't want to take up the rest time he should have to speed up the work progress. In addition, the acting skills of Luo Yao, Zhou An and other actors of the crew have passed the test. Almost all the shots without Yang Ransheng can be shot in just two or three shots. The filming was finished directly, and the work progress was three days ahead of the schedule on the schedule.

It just so happened that the filming of the crew in the southern Yunnan area in winter had already been completed, and the next palace plot needed to be filmed in Yaodong Film and Television City.

So director Qin Fei waved his hand and announced that the whole crew would be off for five days during the Chinese New Year.

Luo Yao's car is still parked in the parking lot of the airport, so no matter how much he wants to take the high-speed train back to Shangjiang, this is just an idea that can only be thought about in his mind.

Song Tingyi looked at the chicken spaghetti in front of him, and heard the sound of bubbles bursting.

Luo Yao spit out the tasteless chewing gum in his mouth into a tissue, turned his head and gave him a malicious smile: "Why don't you eat it?"

Song Tingyi knew that Luo Yao must have done it on purpose.

Chicken spaghetti has thick cream and mushrooms. He has always disliked this combination. He always feels uncomfortable after eating this pasta.But Luo Yao chose spaghetti for him among chicken spaghetti and pork chop rice.

He squinted at Luo Yao, then used a fork to pierce the noodles in the shape of a bow and put them in his mouth.

Luo Yao was taking revenge on him for forcing him to drink "milk" the night before.

As soon as the spaghetti in his mouth was swallowed, the one in front of him was taken away.Song Tingyi turned his head and watched Luo Yao take away the chicken spaghetti and put the pork chop rice in front of him on his small table.

"Brother's milk is delicious." Luo Yao removed the tableware and whispered in his ear, "I will ask my brother to drink mine anytime."

Song Tingyi didn't move, just took off the tin foil covering the rice, turned his head and gave Luo Yao a smirk: "Thank you brother."

Luo Yao didn't eat much, he avoided the layer of cream, forked out the spaghetti that wasn't dipped in the sauce, and ate the chicken breasts, then closed the lid and wiped his mouth, turning his head to look at Song Ting Yi puts food into his mouth.

"When you reach Shangjiang in a while, Lin Jianshen will take you home."

"Yeah." Song Tingyi swallowed a pork chop in one gulp, but he didn't feel embarrassed to gobble it up. "Should I keep a distance from you at the airport?"

Luo Yao tore off the package and threw a piece of mint-flavored chewing gum into his mouth, slightly stunned: "Well, try not to get too close."

Song Tingyi ate the last piece of pork chop, closed the lid and took a sip of water: "Luo Yao."

"Ok?"

"When will you buy me milk?"

Luo Yao almost swallowed the gum excitedly, opened his mouth but did not speak.

Flights seem to be flying a little faster today than ever.

Song Tingyi followed not far behind Luo Yao, lowered the brim of his peaked cap, and watched his back secretly.

The luggage was quickly retrieved. Song Tingyi pushed the suitcase all the way and followed Lin Jianshen to the underground garage as if in a daze. He watched Luo Yao press the car key and get in the car. After warming up, he rubbed the steering wheel and left. , without a trace of hesitation, as if he hadn't even given him a look.

"Doctor Song, let's go." Lin Jianshen picked up the suitcase and walked around to the commercial vehicle in front of him, then turned to look at Song Tingyi.

He lowered his head, and the shadow cast by the brim of his peaked cap almost covered his entire face, making it difficult to see the emotions on his face.

Lin Jianshen was still thinking about whether to step forward to comfort him, but the next second the person in front of him raised his head and said "yes" as if he was fine.

As the new year approaches, the traffic on Shangjiang Road has decreased significantly. After all, ordinary office workers started their holiday a few days ago, and those who come to Shangjiang from all over the country to work hard have already packed their things and returned home for the New Year.

Song Tingyi put on his seat belt, turned his head to look out the window, and couldn't help but think of his parents.

Song Qu and Natalia have always lived a chic life. When Song Tingyi was young, they took care of their children and did their best to accompany the child. They also gave him and his sister a wonderful childhood. When he was 15 years old, he insisted on returning to China without being disapproved by Song Qu. He objected, but he refused Song Qu and Natalia to accompany him to live in China.He knew that his parents were very distressed by the completely different choices of him and his sister, but no matter what, they were good parents in Song Tingyi's eyes, because they gave him and his sister great respect.

He picked up his phone, looked at the photo Song Qu sent him two days ago, and couldn't help curling his mouth.

He has always envied the two of them, they fell in love with each other, and since he and his sister are both adults, he has seldom cared about their lives and devoted himself to their romantic world.

Sometimes Song Tingyi even felt that Song Qu and Natalia lived younger than they did.

Also driving on the road extending in all directions on the Shangjiang River, Luo Yao's car and Song Tingyi's car ran in opposite directions.Although Song Tingyi's place of residence is not as remote as Luo Yao's, it is still an "urban-rural junction" near the northwest of the city center, but Luo Yao is a suburban villa completely close to the sea.

Luo Yao pinched the steering wheel and turned on the car stereo.

The host's energetic voice came from the radio. This was his favorite radio program, but for some reason, he couldn't even hear a word at this moment.

The ringtone of the phone interrupted the host's humorous words just right.

Luo Yao pressed the answer button, and Luo Chuanhai's voice came through the car speaker: "Are you going home for the New Year this year?"

"Back." Luo Yao turned on the turn signal and got off the highway, hearing Luo Chuanhai's muffled cough, "Are you coming back?"

"I'm not coming back." Luo Chuanhai coughed a few more times, his voice became hoarse, "I'm busy with my schedule, why don't I have time to go home for the New Year?"

Luo Yao stepped on the brake and waited boredly for the green light to turn on: "Dad, you should smoke less."

"No smoking." The other end of the phone replied quickly, sounding a little pretentious, and he coughed a few more times, "The wind in Kunlun is too strong and dry, and it makes people's throats hurt."

"You know you have a sore throat and you still smoke?" Luo Yao saw a father and son walking side by side carrying big and small bags of New Year's goods, and followed them unconsciously for a while.

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, and Luo Yao could only hear the whistling wind of Kunlun.

"Are you going to your aunt's house for Chinese New Year this year?" Luo Chuanhai changed the subject abruptly.

The red light counts down for three seconds and the green light turns on.

Luo Yao let go of the brake and lightly stepped on the accelerator to drive forward: "I don't know, let's see if my aunt comes to invite me."

Luo Chuanhai seemed to be making fun of himself, he said dryly and didn't speak, but he didn't intend to hang up the phone either.

"Dad," Luo Yao interrupted the silence and called him.

"Ah."

"You are celebrating the New Year in Kunlun, do you have mandarin fish for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Luo Yao grew up, as long as the family can get together to have a New Year's Eve dinner during the Chinese New Year, mandarin fish is a must-have dish on the table.When he was young, his grandfather bought steamed fish for him to eat. Later, when his grandfather got old, he bought it and made it himself.Later, when grandpa left, Luo Chuanhai and Luo Yao could not see each other for a year, but as long as conditions permit, Luo Yao would cook himself a steamed mandarin fish on the night of New Year's Eve, even if all the other dishes were delicious. No, you must eat this fish.

Luo Chuanhai smiled: "Where do you get fish from Kunlun?"

"How long has it been since you ate mandarin fish?" Luo Yao didn't know why he asked this question, but unfortunately he couldn't take back what he said, so he pursed his lips and turned on the turn signal.

Luo Chuanhai didn't speak again.

After an unknown amount of time, he smiled dryly: "Are you driving?"

Luo Yao stepped on the brake and waited for the old man in front of him to cross the road: "Yes."

"Then drive hard and be safe. I'll hang up first."

Listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, Luo Yao unconsciously took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Red lanterns were hung on the eaves of the security hall at the entrance of the community, showing a bit of a sense of the year. Luo Yao put the reverse gear on, skillfully put the car into the garage, and frowned when he saw the empty gate.

He just changed his shoes and fell on the sofa, his phone vibrated, it was a message from Song Tingyi.

Song Tingyi lived closer to the airport, and the other party should have sent him a message after he got home.

Luo Yao sat up straight and dialed the phone directly.

The phone rang twice and was connected.

"What's wrong?" Song Tingyi's gentle voice passed through the earpiece and entered Luo Yao's ears.

"It's nothing." Luo Yao raised his hands and gathered his collar. The winter in Shangjiang is colder than that in the south of Yunnan. He didn't feel it when he was sitting in the car just now, but now that he's at home, he feels a slight chill enveloping him, "Are you home?"

"Here we are." Song Tingyi seemed to feel a little embarrassed, but he really had nothing else to say, "Are you home too?"

Luo Yao got up and turned on the main valve of the central air conditioner, and gave a muffled hum.

"What's for dinner?" Song Tingyi turned his head and glanced at the aunt who was busy in the kitchen and the little greedy cat who was hanging around the aunt wanting to beg for a bite and smiled.

"Ah..." Luo Yao sighed softly, turned on the hands-free, switched to the takeaway software, rummaged up and down the screen with his slender and beautiful fingers, and said coquettishly, "I don't want to eat anything, but I don't want to make it myself .”

There was a sound of pulling the door from Song Tingyi's side: "Then... order takeaway?"

"Yeah." Luo Yao ordered a beef ramen, added a tea egg and a portion of beef, just about to place an order, but saw the five yuan shipping fee below, and could not help complaining to the person on the other end of the phone, "But Shipping is expensive."

Song Tingyi had just poured a glass of water and took a sip, when he heard the words of a star worth at least ten million, he almost spit out the water: "Star Luo still thinks the delivery fee is expensive?"

"Yes." Luo Yao turned on the central air conditioner and collapsed back on the sofa again, "Why don't you transfer some money to me, brother?"

Song Tingyi:? ? ?My boss asked me for money, what should I do?

"how much is it?"

"Five yuan." The voice from the receiver was full of joy, and Song Tingyi seemed to be able to see Luo Yao blinking at him in front of him.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Yao really received a WeChat transfer from Song Tingyi.

But it's not the five yuan he asked for, but 520 yuan.

He accepted the red envelope and immediately returned him a 1314.

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Sister Yao: (dangling with the phone) I have a 520 red envelope and you don’t.

Me: (left uppercut) Fuck off!Smelly couple!