Chapter 1944: Mirror World (21)

It’s a noisy hour, and finally it’s about the New Year’s Eve, let them move again after the end of the year.
At that time, all the buildings that violated the rules had to be demolished, and some people were not convinced, but there was no way.
After the first kite and the uncle bought a gold-plated bowl at home, Yu Mu would not let them go out, and bought everything in a few days.
The kite is spread out at home every day and nothing is done.
These two days are not always good cards, maybe it is busy lottery.
Although it is all about the New Year, but the interval of ten years, all the Spring Festival is not the same day.
Cheng Hao has been in advance for many days.
- Don't go out with your classmates?
The first kite knew that Cheng and his stepmother were not at home. At this time, he was the only one at home.
"Nothing." Cheng Yu shrunk in the chair and slid his legs to eat ice cream.
- So cold, do you still eat ice cream?
"...I will eat!" You control me!
The first kite can hear the sound of fireworks on the side of Cheng Hao. The teenager sits alone in the chair, the dim light falls on the body, and some inexplicable loneliness.
He pinched the spoon, and there was a little digging, and his look was slightly low.
The phone rang and stopped on the table, stopped and rang, and finally returned to silence.
The first time the kite was sitting there, the mood was not very good. Walking back and forth in the room, the look of the mirror was getting worse.
[Miss sister, you can stay steady, this mirror is really finished. 】
First kite: "..."
The first kite opened the chair and sat down.
- Cheng Hao.
"Well?" The boy raised his eyebrow slightly, not knowing what the kite suddenly told him to do.
--you have me.
The young man squatted.
The words on the mirror are beautiful.
Cheng Hao did not know these three words at the moment.
What does she mean?
Cheng Hao inexplicably heard his heartbeat, and the hand holding the ice cream cup could not help but tighten.
After a few seconds, the boy slacked off and the spoon dug a piece of ice cream into his mouth: "This sister, you are ten years older than me, don't look at me handsome, just hit my idea?"
- Ten years later, you are one year older than me.
"..." The ice cream spreads on the tip of the tongue, from the throat to the chest, and the limbs become icy: "Have you found me after ten years?"
Cheng Hao first heard the news and did not show much reaction.
But does he really care?
Where did he go after ten years?
Why are there no traces?
- Cheng Hao, I will wait for you after ten years.
when--
The twelve-point bell sounded when the last word of the first kite was finished, and a cluster of fireworks bloomed outside the window, and the light was extinguished, shrouded in the boy.
He stared at the words on the mirror for a long time and did not respond.
Finally, how to go to bed to sleep, Cheng Hao can not remember a bit.
On the second day, Cheng Hao was awakened by the knocking of the door. Cheng’s voice came in through the door panel and let him change clothes quickly.
Every year is the same process, Cheng Hao did not expect anything, and did not want to get up, stayed in bed for a while.
It was hard to get up and found a box on the table with a piece of paper pressed under it.
Cheng Hao’s mind remembered what happened last night, hesitating to pull out the note from the bottom of the box.
--happy New Year.
Cheng Hao held the note for a long time, and finally put the note down and opened the box.
The box is filled with very common bear-shaped biscuits. This is very common and even many people will do it.
However, when Cheng Hao saw the biscuits, his eyes were a bit sour.
This bear biscuit is different from the others, and Cheng Hao can recognize it at a glance.
He squeezed a piece and put it in his mouth, which was crisp and sweet, exactly the same as in his memory.
Cheng Hao sat down in the box and looked into the mirror. In the dark and deep pupil, there seemed to be flashing light.
The dry lips were opened and the voice was hoarse: "How come you can find this?" In his world, this has long been discontinued and can no longer be found.
He didn't ask the people there to be absent. He instinctively told him that the people there were definitely there.
She is pressing herself.
Waiting for him.
Sure enough, the mirror quickly appeared in the handwriting.
- Asked your friend. Like it?
"..." Friends... Li Huan? Only he knows. "It has been discontinued. Is it still ten years later?"
- No.
"So how are you..."
Although the factory is not there, but the people are still in the formula, it is not difficult to make it again.
- You like it.
"……Thank you."
- You are welcome.
Cheng Hao holding the box, suddenly laughed, only one second, smile slightly, quickly cover the box, put it in the drawer: "My dad called me, I will go down first."
Not waiting for the first kite to reply, Cheng Hao went out of the room directly.
When the door was closed, Cheng Hao backed the wall and took a breath.
He didn't really like the biscuit, but his mother liked it, whether it was happy or not, she would always buy that kind of biscuit.
Therefore, his mother had no news after all, he always went to buy this kind of biscuit.
later……
He can't find it.
Just like his mother, suddenly disappeared one day.
"Where are you doing here, how do you look like this, clothes don't change? What do you do with the New Year?"
Cheng father did not know when it appeared on the stairs, looking at him in a beautiful look.
Cheng Hao returned to God and found that he had just come out too urgently, and he was still wearing pajamas.
Cheng Hao glanced at Cheng Cheng, did not talk back, let the servant to help himself take the clothes out.
Cheng father wanted to count a few words, but I thought that Cheng Hao was hard to talk to him, and finally did not say anything, and went downstairs with his face down.
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Cheng Hao was forced to participate in family activities. The whole person was absent-minded. Some people greeted him. He was also very rude to go back.
Cheng Hao hates such hypocritical occasions. These people do not necessarily want to talk to him much, but they are forced to be identifiable.
In the next few days, Cheng Hao was very busy.
Occasionally coming back seems to avoid the first kite, not to seal the mirror, or to appear in the mirror.
You can breathe the kite.
She can't touch it, but she can't read it now.
Is there anyone who is worse than her?
Daxie is not good!
But there is no way, good luck.
I want to do something that the socialist successor will not do to wash my heart.
It’s hard to catch the good guy card on the first day of the kite.
- What are you doing with me?

No.
The boy answered very quickly:
It’s very busy recently.

He didn't lie, he was really busy.
Busy to see relatives who don't know how many turns have been turned, see those who are in the business field.
--Oh.
The word "first kite" was too cold, but it made Cheng Hao somewhat uncomfortable, and the room suddenly quieted down.
Cheng Hao walked back and forth in the place where the mirror could not reach, and irritated his hair.
He saw a pair of glasses, only his own room in the mirror, but he could see through the mirror and see the people on the other side of the mirror.
What will she look like after ten years?