Chen Xia

Chapter 137 Substances
Grandma Ye remained silent again, walking to the door of the house with a cane, her footsteps paused, and she looked at her granddaughter who was following behind with a basket.

Then he walked into an empty room and took out a basket covered with cotton cloth.

She called Ye Mian, and lifted off the layers of cotton covering the mouth of the basket.

It is full of neatly arranged persimmons, each one covered with thick white frost, round and flat in shape, exuding the unique sweet taste of persimmons.

"You take these back and share them with your classmates."

"I have bad teeth, and I don't like sweets."

The old man who has always been serious in speech will be a little more tender when facing this little granddaughter.

Grandma Ye didn't mention the money, and she didn't give Ye Mian a chance to raise the money. She took off her gloves and went back to the room, squinting her eyes and said she was going to take a nap.

Looking at the round and flat persimmon, Ye Mian's long eyelashes trembled.

It may be because of the relatives of the next generation.

She felt that Grandma Ye was not the weird old lady that others said.

in contrast.

Grandma Ye was very warm in her eyes, but she was not good at expressing her kindness.

During this time, she received a lot of care.

Liudong's sparrow jumped onto the branch lightly, tilting its head to look at everything.

Time passed quietly when no one knew it.

The early morning of New Year's Eve.

There were children setting off firecrackers by the river, and the crackling and crackling explosions were so loud that Ye Mian was abruptly woken up from the warm bed.

"It's noisy."

Ye Mian murmured with her eyes slightly open, scratched her hair in sleepiness, and after relaxing in the bed for a while, she regained consciousness a little.

She reached under the pillow and fumbled for her phone, turned down the brightness of the phone, and sent Jiang Chen a message out of habit.

[Good Sleep: Mr. Jiang, good morning! 】

At this time, the sky had just dawned, and Jiang Chen should still be resting.

After she brushed her teeth and washed herself, she called Jiang Yuan first.

Jiang Yuan woke up earlier than her, and sent a message to Ye Mian at five o'clock, saying that their family got up before dawn to worship their ancestors, and lost half of their souls.

After the call was connected, Jiang Yuan's voice was the same as usual, even with a little joy, "Hey, Mianmian! Happy New Year!"

Ye Mian raised her eyebrows and joked, "I thought you'd be as tired as a worm now."

Jiang Yuan laughed several times before saying: "I received a big red envelope from my boyfriend 5 minutes ago, and I won't be sleepy right away."

"A materialistic woman who is obsessed with money."

"Stop scolding, I'll give you five hundred."

"A lovely woman who is kind and generous."

Ye Mian finished speaking.

The two were silent for a while, as if holding back their energy, and then burst out laughing again.

This midwinter year began with the hearty laughter of two young girls.

In the morning, the sunlight turned from an illusory twilight to a real one in an instant, not quite like winter, but like a gorgeous spring sun.

Although Grandma Ye has finished the cleaning in advance, New Year's Eve is still the busiest day during the Spring Festival.

Ye Mian has hardly had any rest since the phone call with Jiang Yuan ended in the morning.I have been helping my family make dumplings and noodles, and I didn’t really have any free time until one o’clock in the afternoon.

Ye Haisheng and Grandma Ye were preparing New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, and the pre-heating advertisement for the Spring Festival Gala was playing enthusiastically on the old TV.

Ye Mian washed her hands clean before taking out her phone from her pocket to read the news.

A row of little red dots are all mass-sent New Year greetings.

In the top chat box, Jiang Chen replied.

[Jiang Chen: Good morning, Xiaoyemian, happy new year. 】

The cold wind blew the dry mugwort leaves hanging on the porch and turned them around in the courtyard.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Ye Mian quietly went back to the room and made a video call for Jiang Chen.

The bell rang for a while before it was picked up.

Jiang Chen appeared on the screen.

The environment around him was dim, and only the cold white screen light hit his face, making his deep eyes and high eyebrows even more contrasting, his hair was still wet and hanging on his forehead, and a gray towel was hung on his shoulders.

It seemed that he had just come out of the shower.

Ye Mian looked at the time on the top of the phone, and asked in a low voice, "Did you take a shower just now?"

Jiang Chen put his phone on the table, slowly wiped his hands with a tissue, and said with a gentle look on his face, "Well, why are you video chatting with me during the day?"

Ye Mian followed his example and put her phone on the table, smiling and saying, "Today is New Year's Eve, I think you should rest."

Jiang Chen tilted his head, lowered his eyes to look at the little girl on the screen, and said amusedly: "So that's it, I thought you were afraid that your family would find out."

Ye Mian: "..."

"That's not important." She paused and then said, "Then do you want to rest today?"

She noticed Jiang Chen's expression. The strong tiredness in the past seemed to be lighter. Jiang Chen seemed to be listening to her words and taking good care of himself.

Jiang Chen glanced at the box at hand, and smiled lightly, "Well, I'll go to a place in a while, and then I can rest for a few days."

Ye Mian rolled her eyes in surprise, "Then I'll give you a video tonight, and I'll show you the fireworks here!"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and stared at her, the smile on his lips unchanged, "Okay."

Ye Mian wanted to say something more, but suddenly there was a knocking sound on the wooden door of the room, and Ye Haisheng said from outside the door: "Mian Mian, can you help Dad buy a bottle of cooking wine?"

"Okay, right now."

Ye Mian agreed, reluctant to look at Jiang Chen on the screen: "I'm going to go shopping."

Jiang Chen gave a soft "hmm".

"Jiang Chen, Happy New Year." Ye Mian picked up the phone and whispered into the sound hole: "I miss you very much."

This thought came too suddenly.

It was the first time again.

The man paused for two seconds before his deep and gentle voice sounded again.

"I miss you too, happy new year."

"..."

After Ye Mian bought the cooking wine, she took the newly bought skirt and went into the bathroom. The water was very hot, and her face gradually turned crimson.

Water gushes out from the shower head, filling the small space with mist.

She smeared the bath bubbles on her body and face, and suddenly thought of Jiang Chen who was far away in Wencheng.

She sighed softly.

She really missed Jiang Chen very much.

This feeling is not pleasant.

During the more than a month and almost two months of getting along with him, she had become accustomed to having Jiang Chen by her side.

After a day or two of separation, maybe there is not much feeling.

But after a long time, thinking about this kind of thing will open a small gap in the heart, and there will be undetectable and inexplicable emotions flowing out.

Drilling into dreams, occupying thoughts.

Think of someone without warning.

Knowing that we can't meet each other at this moment, I can't help but feel sour in my heart.

But it's not a big problem and she can tolerate it.

When she thinks that she will be able to return to Wencheng to meet her after the new year, she will have a slight expectation in her heart.

The saddest thing is never separation, but not knowing when to meet again.

　There are still a few chapters, and they will be sent out at noon, my dears

　　
　
(End of this chapter)