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Chapter 39 Happy New Year
"But he is not unforgiving. He has still sacrificed a lot for the Xi family. He has worked too hard because of his illness, and he doesn't pay attention to his work and rest. Don't imitate him at a young age. Your body will be broken down as soon as you reach your prime."

Xi Mo responded.

"I know that he has regretted what happened back then for many years. Coupled with the torture of illness, these are his retributions. After all, he is also your father. The blood relationship cannot be broken, and he is true to you. Care. Don't bear too much grudge against him. In his old age, people don't think about anything anymore. They just want a happy family and many children and grandchildren."

The old man talks a lot, probably because he is really old and talks more than before.

Xi Mo just listened quietly and occasionally responded.

Suddenly, fireworks rose outside the window, blooming brilliantly in the dark night sky.

"It must be your brother-in-law who is back." The old man smiled happily and murmured after a while: "Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, you are another year older."

After spending the New Year with his grandfather, he went back to his room to sleep. When he came out of the shower, he casually glanced at his phone and his eyes froze.

The cartoon girl’s avatar sent a message 15 minutes ago, and she posted it on New Year’s Eve.

Quickly clicking in, she sent an emoticon of Xiong Er raising his hands to greet the New Year.

[Happy New Year. I heard from Fu Ming that you went to Switzerland to celebrate the New Year with your family. It’s exactly [-]:[-] there now. 】

[In order to send you this message, I just woke up after two hours of sleep. Last night I stayed up late with my family until four o'clock, and now I am so sleepy that I can't even open my eyes. 】

[Happy New Year again, I have gone back to sleep and will have to get up for breakfast in a few hours...]

Xi Mo looked at the phone and scanned the messages carefully several times with deep eyes. He seemed to be able to imagine her struggling to send him messages in bed with a sleepy look on her face.

The corner of his mouth curled up, he turned off his phone and went to bed.

The depression accumulated all night is relieved at this moment.

Lying in bed, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. His mind seemed to be infected with a virus. It was all about her.

The way He Feng Xiaoyu lectured him, the way he spoke confidently and calmly under the flag stand, the way he was frightened by the python, the way he blushed shyly, the way he looked so fierce that his eyes turned red...
He frowned, shook his head slightly, and forced himself to sleep quickly.

Ten minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled.

Flashbacks flashed through his mind to the night they first met, when she stood on tiptoes and awkwardly kissed his chin, her breathing was soft and sweet, and the tear stain at the end of her eyes seemed to be warm, making his heart numb.

He let out a deep breath and put the back of his hand on his forehead.

The same thing can give people vastly different feelings as time passes.

I picked up my phone and saw that school started in 18 days.

Early the next morning, Wen Wei checked her phone habitually when she got up, and found that Xi Mo hadn't replied to her message.

She took a breath, it was really his character, cold and ruthless, he looked like a fish farming scumbag when he didn't reply to messages.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have struggled to get up and send him a message in the early hours of the morning.

His perfunctory attitude made her feel like she was acting like a childish child.

Put the phone away, get up and eat, and go play with my aunt, cousin, and the others later.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, they climbed to the tallest temple in the city. While her aunt prayed in front of the Buddha, she and her cousin walked outside.

On New Year's Day, many people went to the mountain to worship Buddha, and the incense was very popular.

The phone dinged, a new message came in. When I opened it, I saw it was Xi Mo.

【Happy New Year and good morning. 】

It's already afternoon but good morning.

After taking a glance, Wen Hua locked her phone.

Over there, Xi Mo didn't hear from her from morning until night. During dinner, he looked at the time on his phone and guessed that it was midnight in China. She really didn't reply to him all day.

After reading the chat history again, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to reply to her after receiving the message last night.

Just as he lowered his head and thought about how to explain, there was a click in front of him, and his uncle Xi Shengye set up his camera and took a picture of the family in front of the round table.

"I forgot to take a photo last night, let's take a group photo today." After saying that, he ran over, put one hand on the old man's shoulder, and supported Xi Mo with the other.

Photo freezes.

The whole family was beaming, and the old man couldn't help laughing when he looked at the photo.

"Sheng Ye, you are already 26. Hurry up and find a girlfriend. Many people your age have children. Why don't you get the idea? Bring me a girlfriend for the Chinese New Year next year."

"Dad, you can't rush this kind of thing, and there's nothing you can do if you rush me."

The old man stroked his beard, "If A Mo has a girlfriend in two years and you are still single, let's see if you lose face."

He looked at Xi Mo, "I met your grandma when I was your age, and we fell in love at first sight." He smiled and narrowed his eyes, "It's great to be young. I recall that the sky at that time seemed bluer than now. , the world in your eyes is colorful, and a lifetime has passed in the blink of an eye.”

Seeing Xi Mo listening quietly, he changed his voice, "Do you have a girl you like at school?"

Xi Mo paused, then opened his thin lips slightly, "No."

At midnight, Wen Hua received a message from him when she went upstairs to sleep.

【have you slept? 】

She waited for two seconds, and replied: [Sleep. 】

Xi Mo leaned on the balcony of the room and watched her words, paused for a moment, and decided to send a message.

[My brain was short-circuited last night and I couldn't reply to you in time. I'm sorry. 】

【Um. 】

Looking at her brief word, a touch of softness flashed across his cold eyes. Knowing that she was still looking at her phone, he continued to text.

[I have a question for you. 】

Wen Hua: [What? 】

He tapped on the screen with his long finger: [Chinese New Year, why did you take the time in Switzerland to send me blessings? 】

The person lying on the bed was stunned for a moment, Wen Hua held her forehead, yes, what did she think yesterday.

She thought it was a ritual, so she got up at six in the morning to send him blessings. But now that she thought about it, she felt more and more that she had done a useless job.

She didn't reply, so she continued: [My friends all send me messages during New Year's Eve in China. 】

[So, I am not your friend. 】She was typing randomly on the screen, feeling that what he said tonight had no beginning and no end, as if he didn't know how to chat and was having an awkward conversation.

[Then in what capacity did you send me your blessing? 】

Wen Hua narrowed her eyes.

Xi Mo over there was stunned after sending this message, and wanted to withdraw it but felt that it was too obvious.

Even he himself didn't know the subtle psychology behind typing these words.

Mo Tong stared at the phone, waiting for her reply.

[Front table. ] She replied with two words.

After thinking about it, she still couldn't figure out why he was chatting awkwardly with her tonight. Her eyelids felt numb and she yawned to get ready for bed.

Just after I closed my eyes for 2 minutes, my phone turned on.

When she opened her eyes, she was completely stunned.

Xi Mo videotaped her?
To accept or not to accept?
She stood up, straightened her hair, and answered the call.

What caught the eye was his high nose bridge and clear jawline. His handsome face had clear outlines on the dimly lit balcony.

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she didn't know where to direct her gaze, "Why are you making a video for me?"

(End of this chapter)