when you are in love

Chapter 166
From the morning of New Year's Eve, Song Jinyu successively received bombarding group messages of blessings.At night, the bombing became more intensive, and if you didn't pay attention to the message list, it would be 99+ every minute.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, she sat on the sofa in the living room with Song's father and mother Song's family of three, and turned on the TV as usual.

The dried fruit plate on the coffee table has been covered with various nuts and sugar such as melon seeds, peanuts, almonds, and fruits are placed on the top layer.

Song's father made good black tea, and Song's mother put on a good facial mask.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala is like a traditional ceremony for the whole family to get together. After all, modern people are going to bed later and later. Lao Song’s family usually keeps watch until the end of the Spring Festival Gala.

——In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Song's father and Song's mother were chatting at the side, and Song Jinyu nestled comfortably in the corner while watching and playing games.She, Jiang Zhi, and Jiang Yan had a happy three-row row in the canyon, but Shen Wang failed to go online.

She preliminarily speculated that the little nephew, the little niece, and the dog are all attached to him.

Furthermore, his eldest brother and sister-in-law are all there.

He couldn't do whatever he wanted on New Year's Eve like them.

After a game ended, Jiang Zhi was busy. When she cleaned up the news list, she found a submerged Gu Zheng——

[Goldfish, happy Chinese New Year. 】

Song Jinyu replied to him casually: [You too, Happy Chinese New Year. 】

Gu Zheng: [Are you overwhelmed by group blessings? 】

Song Jinyu: [I have been clearing the list, the OCD is too strong, I want to get rid of the little red dot when I see it. 】

Gu Zheng: [Hahahaha. 】

After that, when Jiang Zhi came back, Song Jinyu played games with her and Jiang Yan again.Eat, watch shows, until the end of the Spring Festival Gala.

The people of the whole country count down the countdown and bid farewell to the old year.

Song Jinyu put down her phone, stared up at the TV screen, looked at the host with a familiar face, and waited quietly for New Year's Eve to pass.

Wait for the arrival of the first day.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..." The countdown sounded piously and solemnly from the TV.

After the word "one" ended, three or two minutes later, she received a red envelope from her parents on WeChat.

...a huge sum of money enough to buy several sets of Hanfu.

Song Jinyu happily held the heavy mobile phone, and turned to her parents excitedly.Mom is rare to be gentle and emotional: "Xiaoyu, Mom hopes that you will be happy and go well in your studies this year."

"thanks Mom."

Song Jinyu rushed over and gave her mother a kiss.

She sat between her parents, and Song's father smiled gently: "Mom's blessing represents father."

Mother Song: "..." Cut corners.

Song Jinyu: "..." The New Year's money can also be given out dog food at the same time.

"Thank you dad." A simple hug.

Song Jinyu was very close to Papa Song when she was a child.

That closeness comes from the daughter's natural trust and dependence on her father.

After all, Mother Song is very strict with her.Standing against the wall like a dog, for Song Jinyu, was once more diligent than eating.

Apart from the major issues of right and wrong, Papa Song almost doted on her.

Parents typically have a white face and a red face.

However, there is always such a process between a daughter and her father. They were close when they were young, and the distance grew as they grew up.

"Okay, let's disband on the spot and go back to the room to sleep." Not long after, the Spring Festival Gala achievement was perfectly achieved, Song's mother turned off the TV, put the remote control away, and announced a little tiredly.

"Okay." Song Jinyu happily stood up from the sofa and went upstairs happily.

The lights in the living room were dimmed, and peaceful conversations sounded amid the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs.

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(End of this chapter)