Chapter 1134 Happy New Year

No matter Lei Qingyi thought he couldn't find it, no matter Ye Shuyun suspected they had given up.

He will never give up his Huanhuan. If even he gives up, then what else does his Huanhuan have?

She has no mother anymore, and even her mother's ashes are only a few left. If she doesn't have him anymore, what's the use of her being reborn for a lifetime? It would be better to let her die like that in her previous life. .

He let out a gentle breath, but saw a milk tea shop not far away opening its door. It was unexpected that someone was still opening the door at this time. Perhaps it was because the taste of the new year was getting weaker and weaker, and There are probably more and more people celebrating the New Year outside.

He stopped the car and went over to buy a cup of milk tea, which was red bean flavored.

This taste is a bit sweeter, and 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 not in the mood. Go and drink.

Can't eat or drink.

He was worried about whether Yan Huan was outside now, whether she could eat well, whether she could wear warm clothes, and whether she would have a shelter from the wind and rain in such a cold day.

He put the milk tea away, then drove the car and continued walking until he turned on the high beams and reached a bridge. There was a man sitting there. He was holding his knees and holding his head. It was buried in his knees. At this time, under the lights of Wanjia, he looked so pitiful.

Is it hard to return home or homeless?

He stopped the car and saw a cluster of fireworks rising in the sky outside.

The fireworks were indeed very beautiful as they passed by, but at this moment of fire and silver flowers, I don’t know how many ashes were buried.

Use the time it takes a flower to bloom to interpret a journey of life?

And he couldn't laugh.

He walked out and took the cup of milk tea and the lunch box of dumplings that Ye Shuyun gave him.

Then he walked up to the homeless man and put down the dumplings and milk tea.

"Happy New Year," he said, and under each sentence, there was white air coming out of his mouth.

"I hope that my wife, who cannot find a home outside, is also eating dumplings and drinking a cup of milk tea. I hope that she will have someone to help her when she is in trouble."

And he shook his head, not knowing what was the use of what he said here. He walked to his car again, and then opened the car, but he didn't know that at this moment, the man raised his face, A pale face with almost no color at all, and a pair of red eyes filled with tears. It was clearly someone he was familiar with, someone he knew, and someone he was looking for.

"Lu Yi..."

Yan Huan sighed and sniffed. She picked up the milk tea on the ground, which was still hot, and then sat on the ground and drank it one mouthful at a time. It was her favorite red bean flavor.

It has the sweetness of red beans, the lovesickness of red beans, and the warmth of milk tea.

She picked up the lunch box again, and it was full of dumplings. She suddenly smiled sadly, and her tears fell into the dumplings. She knew the dumplings made by Ye Shuyun.

She carefully picked up one and ate one, but she covered her mouth and burst into tears again.

"Lu Yi, why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?"

She lowered her eyelashes. Her eyes were almost broken and had no luster anymore. They could never grow back.

There is no going back to the past.

Yes, you can't go back to the past, you really can't go back to the past.

She picked up the lunch box and then 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, and 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. She didn't know if she would be able to see it next year. She just wanted to have more courage to live.

"Don't worry," she put the milk tea in her hand on her chest.

"She's drinking milk tea, she's eating dumplings, she's living a good life, she's not cold, she's not being bullied, and...Happy New Year."

Carrying these things, she arrived at her place of residence, and just when she put the things down, she suddenly felt a strange cold on her body. This kind of pain and itching that she was no longer familiar with, she put her She was locked in that small house countless times, but she endured it every time.

She has endured it once, twice, and three times, so tell her what else she can't tolerate.

Another cluster of fireworks passed by outside.

The beauty is almost breathtaking. At this time, in the room with nothing, Yan Huan was biting the quilt tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping down.

Just hold on for a while longer, yes, hold on for a while longer, just hold on for a while and it will be over.

I will also eat dumplings soon.

She bumped her head against the wall. At that moment, she didn't know whose bones hurt, but whose heart hurt.

Suddenly, Lu Yi felt a pain in his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he found that he fell asleep at some point, and his forehead hit the steering wheel like this.

He let out a sigh of relief and drove the car back to Lu's house.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and everything seemed to be quiet, even the sound of firecrackers became lighter, with a few occasional sounds, and no one knew who set them off.

The car drove to the top of the bridge again, and under the high beam, he found that the homeless man was no longer there.

"Happy New Year," he said again, and then drove the car faster.

"Happy New Year," Yan Huan opened her eyes and smiled weakly. Well, it was over, and it was over again, and she won again.

She stood up, changed her clothes habitually, and then put her old clothes in the basin to wash. She washed them one by one, and dried them one by one, as if she was doing something many times.

When the clothes were washed, she wiped her hands on the clothes, then walked over, sat down, took the insulated lunch box, picked up a dumpling and ate it.

And she hadn't eaten the dumplings made by Ye Shuyun for a long time.

The best dumplings she had ever eaten in her life were made by her mother and Ye Shuyun. They were equally delicious. They were both mothers.

They were both very good mothers to her.

But she cried while eating, but she still ate the dumplings and her tears.

She didn't have a miserable New Year. Although she was alone, she had dumplings to eat. It was great.