"Miaomiao?"

After vomiting, Lu Yongfei seemed to have regained some clarity for a while, and called to her in a daze.

Lu Miao cast a fluttering look at him.

"Aren't you happy? Are you blaming Dad? Because of the chicken?" He said, the smell of alcohol in his mouth.

Lu Miao knew that he was drunk and did not intend to have a conversation with him.

"Daughter, you don't talk to dad anymore? I asked Lao Xu before killing the chickens. The problem with not eating is that our hens are too old..."

Lu Yongfei stuck his tongue out and said something, he had to pause three times.

"Since there's no cure...hehe, can a sip of fresh soup be considered to make the best use of it?"

After speaking, he felt that his words were very humorous, and he laughed a few times.

"Nothing to be sad about, daughter! Isn't chicken soup delicious, hen with us..."

Talking as if he was going to vomit again, he slowed down before finishing his words: "Be one with us! Hen, it's great, it tastes great."

Lu Miao held back and held back, and pressed down what she wanted to say again.

Lu Yongfei was so drunk that he was unconscious, and what he said was all nonsense.

When they got into the taxi, he hugged Lin Wenfang and started calling her naively: "Wenwen, Wenwen."

After shouting a few words, he actually cried himself.

A middle-aged man whimpered with snot and tears, like a child who couldn't find a toy.

No matter how Ren Lin Wenfang pushed him, he couldn't wake up.

Lu Miao sat in the co-pilot and silently blocked her ears.

This is the worst year she has had in fifteen years. She just wants to go home quickly and hide in her room.

And she did.

As soon as he got home, Lu Miao rushed into the room and locked his door.

"Lu Miao," Lin Wenfang called out to her after a few seconds, "take the food we packed to Xiaojiang."

The head buried in the pillow suddenly lifted up, and Lu Miao shouted in a shrill voice, "Eat what you eat! Is what you eat so important!"

There are a lot of things at hand, and her daughter is still so disobedient, Lin Wenfang is not angry with her: "What is the ghost called? You can't count on this child at all. Asking you to do things is like forcing you to hang yourself."

She was cursing, and her voice gradually faded away, probably because she was carrying something to the next door.

"It's the new year, and you are one year older. When will you learn to be sensible? You can't read books, people can't do things, but you have a big temper. It's all your father's habit of habituating you and becoming accustomed to this virtue... …”

Her mother was completely unaware of Lu Miao's sadness before, she thought she was being lazy; she had completely forgotten that there was an old hen on the table for the New Year's Eve. It was the chicken that Lu Miao had raised for many years.

Why can't she realize it?

Is this a normal thing?

Because it is a chicken, it can only be classified as food, and it is its destiny to be eaten; so her grief, the grief of the death of "food", is incomprehensible.

Lu Miao couldn't help but feel confused: Is it her parents or her who is strange?

I lay in a daze for half an hour. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, after the call for the countdown to the New Year's Eve, the sky-shattering firecrackers were set off.

Lu Miao jumped up from the bed, she suddenly remembered that there was a chicken soup in the food that her mother packed home.

She ran to the next door in a hurry, she was so anxious that she didn't even wear slippers.

Jiang Haoyue opened the door very quickly.

He was wearing a coat, obviously preparing to go out in advance.

"Come to me and set off fireworks?"

He smiled at first, then glanced at her feet and frowned.

"No shoes."

Without replying to his words, Lu Miao and Jiang Haoyue were on two channels.

"Did you eat what my mom packed?"

She entered the door directly, her eyes eagerly searching for the packing box.

He immediately felt that her mood was not right: "what's the matter with you?"

"Did you see my mom packed chicken soup?"

Lu Miao's shoulders were trembling, she looked around anxiously, she was at a loss.

"I see." Jiang Haoyue held her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

She looked into his eyes and tried to adjust her breathing, as if she would go crazy in the next second.

She asked, "Have you eaten?"

He looked back at her quietly and shook his head.

Fortunately, Lu Miao was rescued.

A small smile appeared on her lips, and she couldn't help holding Jiang Haoyue's hand, shaking it gently.

"Great, you didn't eat. You're not allowed to eat, you're not allowed to eat."

After repeating it twice, the voice was settled, and the smile on Lu Miao's face faded instantly.

"That meat is..."

With a trembling voice, she said those four words, her face wrinkled, and she suddenly burst into tears.

"That's Cong Cong."

——Not "hen", that is "congcong".

- It's been named, it's different from other chickens.

Cong Cong accompanied her, they have been together for many, many years.

It's old and sick.

It was killed.

But it is...

It's her pet.

It is, her friend.

Jiang Haoyue struggled to support Lu Miao, she wiped the tears from her eyes and fell into his arms crying.

"I drank the soup and took a bite of the meat."

She stomped her feet, crying in pieces, and a retching sound came from her throat.

"I swallowed the meat."

The world outside is celebrating the arrival of the new year, with firecrackers, fireworks, and an overwhelming crackling sound.