Chapter 1134: happy New Year

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Whether Lei Qingyi thought he could not find it, or whether Ye Shuyun doubted whether they had given up.
He will never give up his Huanhuan, if he even gave up, then what is his Huanhuan.
She no longer has a mother, and even her ashes are just some left. If he is gone, she has been born again. What's the use? It's not as good as the previous life. Let her die like that. .
He exhaled gently, but he saw a milk tea shop not far away opening the door. It was an accident. Someone opened the door at this time, perhaps because the taste of the year was getting weaker, and There are more and more people outside the New Year.
He stopped the car and bought a cup of milk tea in the past, which was red bean flavored.
This kind of taste is a little sweet, he doesn’t like it too much, but Yan Huan likes it, she likes red bean flavor, he walked into his car with milk tea, the cup of milk tea warmed his fingers, but he was in no mood To drink.
Can't eat or drink.
He was worried whether Yan Huan was outside now, whether he could eat enough, and whether he could wear warm clothes. In such a cold day, would she have a place where she could shelter from the wind and rain.
He put the milk tea, and then continued to walk in the car, until the high beam lights were turned on, and came to sit on the bridge, there was a person sitting there, he was holding his knees, but also his own head It was buried in his knees, but under the lights of Wanjia, he was so pitiful.
Is it difficult to get home, or homeless?
He stopped the car and saw a bunch of fireworks rising in the sky outside.
The fireworks are really beautiful, and the silver flower of the fire at this moment does not know how much ashes are buried.
Use a flower blooming time to perform a journey of life?
And he couldn't laugh.
He walked out and took the cup of milk tea and the lunch box dumplings Ye Shuyun gave him.
Then I walked to the homeless person, and then put down the dumplings and milk tea.
"Happy New Year," he said, and under each sentence there was white gas from his mouth.
"I hope that the wife of my family I can't find outside is now eating dumplings and having a cup of milk tea. I hope she will help her when she is in trouble."
And he shook his head, and he didn’t know what to say here. He walked into his car and opened the car, but he didn’t know that at that moment, the man raised his face. A blue and white face with almost no color, and a pair of red eyes with tears, clearly he is familiar, clearly he knows, clearly what he is looking for.
"Lu Yi..."
Yan Huan sighed and sniffed her nose. She picked up the milk tea on the ground and it was still hot. Then she sat on the ground and drank it bit by bit. It was the red bean flavor she loved most.
The sweetness of red beans, the lovesickness of red beans, and the temperature of milk tea.
She picked up the lunch box again, and it was filled with dumplings. She suddenly smiled sadly, and her tears also fell into the dumplings. Ye Shuyun’s dumplings, she knew.
She carefully picked up and ate one, but she covered her mouth and wept again.
"Lu Yi, why are you, why?"
She lowered her eyelashes, she was nearly broken and there were no more glorious eyes. It couldn't be better.
It is no longer possible.
Yes, I can't go back in the past, I really can't go back in the past.
She picked up the lunch box and picked up the cup of milk tea, and then left here step by step. She didn’t want to stay at home, she didn’t want to stay in that cold place, she didn’t want to stay in a place with her own breath, so she When she came out, she just wanted to watch a firework. I don’t know if she could see it next year. She just wanted more courage to live.
"You can rest assured," she put the milk tea in her hand on her chest,
"She is drinking milk tea, she is eating dumplings, she is doing well, she is not frozen, nor bullied, and... Happy New Year."
Carrying these things, she went to where she lived, and just when she put the things down, she suddenly felt a sudden coldness on her body. This kind of pain and itching that is no longer familiar, she took her own She didn't know how many times it was locked in that small house, but every time she endured it.
She has endured once, endured twice, and endured three times, so tell her what else she can't endure.
Outside, a cluster of fireworks passed by.
The gorgeous ones were almost amazing. At this time, there was nothing in the room. Yan Huan bit a quilt tightly, and the cold sweat on the forehead was dripping down.
Hold on for a while, yes, hold on for a while, and hold on for a while, then you can pass.
I will eat dumplings later.
She touched her head against the wall. At that moment, she didn't know whose bone was hurting, but whose heart was hurting.
Suddenly, Lu Yi felt a pain in his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he found out that he didn't know when he fell asleep, and his forehead hit the steering wheel like this.
He let out a sigh of relief and then drove the car back to the Lu family.
At this time, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night. It seemed that everything was quiet, and even the sound of the firecrackers was also followed by light. Occasionally, there were still a few sounds.
The car drove over the bridge again, and under the high beams, he found that the homeless was no longer there.
"Happy New Year," he said again, and drove the car faster.
"Happy New Year," Yan Huan opened her eyes and smiled weakly. Well, it passed, and once again, she won again.
She stood up, changed her clothes habitually, and then washed her old clothes in the basin. She washed them one by one, drying them one by one, just like many times she was in Do the same thing.
When the clothes were finished, she wiped her hands on the clothes. This was when she came over, then sat down, took the insulated lunch box, picked up a dumpling and ate it.
And she hasn't eaten Ye Shuyun's dumplings for a long time.
The best dumplings she has eaten in her life, one is dumplings made by her mother, and the other is made by Ye Shuyun. They make dumplings as delicious as they are all moms.
All are good mothers to her.
But she was eating and she was crying, but she ate the dumplings with her tears.
She’s actually not too miserable this year, although there is only one person, but she eats dumplings, which is great