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Chapter 180 180. Every Year
The Spring Festival is coming as scheduled.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, Ling Xing's family of four sat in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

They made an appointment to spend New Year's Eve together, but it was only ten o'clock when Mama Ling started yawning.

She was never a master who would wrong herself, so she immediately decided to go back to sleep.

So only Pa Ling, Ling Xing and Shi Shu were left in the living room.

Oh, and there are two energetic cats, Fat Tuan and Er Tuan.

Ling Xing's surname is Ling after her stepfather Ling's father's surname. In the past, her surname was Lin, and the homophony between Lin and Ling sounded similar. Ling's father never asked Ling Xing to change his surname, but Ling Xing insisted on changing his surname.

She wanted to completely sever ties with the Lin family, and she didn't even want to have anything to do with that biological father.

This made Ling's father very happy. Originally, he wanted to have a son, but at that time his ex-wife wanted the child to take her surname. Ling's father didn't care much about whose surname was. Agreed to Shi Shi's surname.

Later, the couple broke up and divorced, and he did not change Shi Shu's surname back.

While sipping tea, Dad Ling told Ling Xing and Shi how lively and poor the Spring Festival was when he was a child?
After talking for a while, he also started to yawn.

So he said to the two brothers and sisters: "You brothers and sisters can keep watch until as long as you can? There is no absolute in this thing, I will go back to the room first."

The two brothers and sisters nodded neatly: "Daddy, good night."

In terms of staying up late, Ling Xing should not be able to survive Shishu.

Most of the time when Shi Shu paints, he pays attention to a kind of inspiration. Sometimes he can sit in the room and paint for a whole night because of the inspiration.

The Spring Festival Gala is really nothing to watch, the taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker every year, Ling Xing is playing with the phone in his hand one after another.

At this point in time, red envelopes are being distributed everywhere in the group.

The amount of red envelopes is not large, and everyone is a student, so they don't have much money in their pockets.

Sending red envelopes means having fun.

Zeng Zhile also gave out red envelopes in the group, and Ling Xing was the first to click on the red envelopes, the amount was 2.88 yuan.

Then more people opened the red envelopes.

Zeng Zhile made an arrogant expression.He added: "Sure enough, one red envelope can blow up a lot of divers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yan sent out a red envelope.

Ling Xing immediately snatched the red envelope, but this time she was unlucky and only grabbed 0.63 yuan.

At first Ling Xing thought it was the small red envelope sent by Pei Yan, so he accidentally clicked on it, and damn it, Sun Xin actually snatched 12.44 yuan.

Even Zeng Zhile grabbed 6.47 yuan.

The one who is unlucky is herself.

Then Sun Xin sent another red envelope, and Ling Xing continued to grab it.

This time I was lucky and grabbed 8.05 yuan.

After grabbing several red envelopes one after another, Ling Xing also sent out a red envelope.

There were eight people in the group, and she sent out seven red envelopes, which were emptied within five seconds of sending them out.

This hand speed is simply no one else.

Sometimes, if you don't grab it yourself, someone will always grab it.

Ling Xing opened her red envelope and took a look, only to find that the first person to snatch her red envelope was actually Su Qingluo.

This guy Su Qingluo really has double standards, he didn't snatch the red envelopes sent by the previous people, but only snatched hers.

And the number of grabs...

Just as Ling Xing was thinking about it, he received a private WeChat message from Su Qingluo alone.

He sent a screenshot, which was the amount of the red envelope he just grabbed, 5.20 yuan.

Ling Xing: "..."

What do you want to express?
This is just the number you snatched, and it does not mean that it is the number I sent you.

This little group is still very lively, everyone gathers together to chat and discuss things about New Year's Eve together.

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and Ling Xing was also a little sleepy. She curled up on the sofa, hugged the second group and continued to play with her mobile phone, trying her best to endure the sleepiness.

Some people in the group were too lazy to type and started to speak, Ling Xing clicked to listen to what she said.

Messages kept popping up in the group, and it was from Zeng Zhile, who was the most active.

She was complaining, saying that fireworks were banned last year, but they were not banned this year. Now there are firecrackers exploding outside, and she can't sleep at all.

Xu Shi saw Ling Xing chatting by voice, but perhaps it was too noisy, so Shi Shu turned down the volume of the TV a lot.

He was sitting upright, his light blue eyes were staring at the TV, and he didn't seem to be sleepy at all.

Shi Shu's eyesight is very poor, and he doesn't like wearing glasses very much, so I don't know if he sees the scenes on TV blurry.

One after another, people in the group came back to Zeng Zhile.

Xia Nianchu: [Then you must not be sleepy enough, as long as you are sleepy enough, you can fall asleep when the sky falls. 】

This statement is somewhat exaggerated.

It is indeed noisy outside, but the sound insulation in the room is not bad, although the explosion of firecrackers can be heard, Ling Xing thinks it is not very obvious.

At least it doesn't affect sleep much.

She posted in the group: [You are still not sleeping, are you waiting for the New Year's Eve? 】

Zeng Zhile replied in seconds: [It is impossible to celebrate the New Year, but my mother said that as long as I accompany her past 12 o'clock, she will give me a huge red envelope. 】

Zeng Zhile: [You all know my temperament, although I would rather give up than surrender... But there is no way, my mother gave me too much, so I have to sit here and wait with her, and by the way, I can also be with you chat. 】

Sun Xin and the others immediately started joking: [How much will Auntie give you?Can I pay double? 】

Then Xia Nianchu continued to go wrong: [Squad leader, you are already hugging left and right, so don't grab me, I will pay three times, @zeng智乐, think about it carefully. 】

Sun Xin@夏志初: [No, no, what do I mean by hugging left and right? 】

Ling Xing was happily watching the fun in the group, when he suddenly received a voice call from Su Qingluo.

She clicked on the connection, and the boy's cold and gentle voice came through the microphone clearly.

"Star," he said, "come out, I'm at your door."

Ling Xing was stunned for two seconds, dropped the cell phone in his hand, pulled on the slippers, and ran out the door quickly before even saying hello to Shi Shu.

She opened the door, and there was a boy standing not far from the door.

Hearing the movement, the young man who was staring at the phone screen raised his head. Under the bright night sky, Ling Xing broke into his black eyes.

The boy was wearing a black down jacket. The loose down jacket was worn on him, making him tall and thin, full of youthful air.

He has a baseball cap buckled on his head, his eyebrows are feather-like eyebrows, his eyes are a bit like phoenix eyes, his high and straight nose casts a shadow in the night, his thin lips are lightly pursed, and he stands straight like a pine tree.

Seeing Ling Xing, he bent the corners of his lips, showing a gentle and doting smile, and the coldness around him immediately receded.

He strode towards Ling Xing, holding Ling Xing's hand naturally.

He lowered his head, Ling Xing raised his head, and the two looked at each other.

At this moment, he suddenly reached out and pulled Ling Xing into his arms, making physical contact, and he sighed contentedly.

At the same time, someone in the distance is cheering——

"It's 202×, happy new year!"

The cheers were echoed even louder: "Happy New Year."

Fireworks bloom in the sky, colorful colors come one after another, and the sound of firecrackers hits your ears.

"Xing Xing," the young man said in a low voice, his warm breath spraying against her ear: "I hope to have you by my side from now on, every year."

Ling Xing suddenly felt that this year, after all, has a bit of a new year.

(End of this chapter)