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Chapter 32
Chapter 32. New Year's Eve
Zhou Zhe had forgotten the last time he saw her, but now that he saw her again, he felt a little strange to her.
She had a plain face, her hair was loose on her shoulders, she was wearing a slightly old loose sweater and rare flat shoes, soft and hazy, he was surprised, but more of a strangeness.
In her memory, she has delicate red lips and a high and white neck. Have you ever seen her so soft and thornless?
Qiao Li greeted him naturally: "Why are you here?"
He frowned slightly, her attitude made him not used to it.
In the past ten years, when facing him, Qiao Li was tense, defensive, hard but fragile, how could she be so relaxed and lazy.
He put aside the mixed thoughts in his heart and replied, "I accompany Sisi to buy vegetables, and she said she wants to cook me a big meal."
She nodded perfunctorily and squeezed out a polite smile: "Oh, what, you choose slowly, I'll go first."
Zhou Zhe made way for her, she passed by him, she was a little shorter without the blessing of high heels, and he could even smell the fragrance of her fluffy black hair.
He couldn't help looking at her back. In the crowded crowd, she was as eye-catching as ever, but in a different posture, blending into the world, full of fireworks.
He once heard others say that men are all cheap, longing for excitement and longing for adventure, and the women he hopes to meet are like flames, like roses, but after the dust settles, the final imprint is still in the old scene covered with afterglow. Blurred figure making soup.
Once he heard the words that just sneered and suddenly came out and smashed his mind, seeing someone pushing a shopping cart and about to hit her, his body acted before his brain, he rushed forward and grabbed her arm and dragged her. open.
The soy sauce and vinegar bottles in the shopping cart clapped together, and the woman pushing the cart scolded: "I don't see the road when I walk, I don't have eyes, who are you?"
Qiao Li's waist was knocked by the corner of the shopping cart, and her anger also rose: "Then what are you?"
The woman's husband squeezed in from the crowd, his face was dark and short and chubby, and he looked uneasy at first glance. Hearing Qiao Li scolding his daughter-in-law, he immediately raised his finger and pointed at her nose: "Do you scold me again? "
His finger was about to poke Qiao Li's face, she wanted to slap it, but she knew that this kind of man would really do it, and she could only endure it if she didn't want to suffer.
When the man saw Qiao Li's hoarse voice, he didn't have time to be complacent when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted his wrist so hard that he was covered in cold sweat with pain.
Zhou Zhe said disdainfully, "Do you still want to do it?"
Qiao Li didn't expect Zhou Zhe's shot at all, and looked at him in surprise.
He did it smoothly and tugged at the man's collar: "If you want to do something, go outside. There is a police booth next to you. After the fight, just call the police."
The man's neck was restrained, and his fat face flushed red. Seeing that Zhou Zhe was well-dressed, he knew that he could not afford to offend him, and bluffed, "Let go!"
Zhou Zhe has been in the industry for many years, and he has learned a lot from all kinds of people in society. Seeing that the man's momentum is weak, he will let go and stare at him contemptuously.
The man muttered a few nonsense words and took his wife away with a sense of humor.
The conflict was resolved within half a minute, and Qiao Li looked at Zhou Zheli's cuff, a little stunned.
This is really not like what Zhou Zhe, who has been with her for seven years, would do.
A few years ago, she was still working as a technical translator in a German factory. She was harassed by her boss to the point of having a nervous breakdown. When she found Zhou Zhe helplessly, he just calmly analyzed the pros and cons. Finally, with the confirmation of the recording, she helped her to get a large amount of compensation and resign smoothly. .
Is he doing it wrong? Qiao Li didn't know.
She only knew that in the countless nodes in his life, maybe he only needed to be less calm for a moment, and the ending would not be like this.
In the crowded crowd, the eyes of the two met, and they were speechless.
Qiao Li lowered his eyes, and when he lifted them up again, the complexity in his eyes had faded, and pretended to smile at him with ease: "Thank you."
Zhou Zhe twitched the corners of his mouth, but in the end he couldn't squeeze out a smile.
He shook his head: "What thanks between friends."
Even though both of them tacitly agreed that the other would never be their friend in this life, they still tacitly used this word to sum up their relationship.
Someone interrupted the silence between them.
"Why are you here, I'm looking for you everywhere." A man came running behind Zhou Zhe, skillfully took his arm, and looked intimate.
Feng Sisi paused for a moment, then moved his gaze to Qiao Li, and greeted with an inexplicable greeting: "Hello."
Qiao Li understood her body language, raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Hello." She didn't look at Zhou Zhe, "Someone is waiting for me, I'll go first."
Without waiting for Feng Sisi to say anything, Qiao Li turned around and left.
Zhou Zhe stared blankly at her back.
Feng Sisi shook his arm: "What are you looking at? Come and help me choose lobsters."
Zhou Zhe returned to his senses, shook his head, and the two walked away in the opposite direction, hand in hand intimately.
Qiao Li returned to the cashier, the queue was still long, Feng Yi stretched his neck and looked around, finally relieved when he saw Qiao Li: "Why did you go for so long, I was shocked, I called you Didn't pick up either."
Qiao Li put the breast meat into the shopping cart: "When I came back, I had a little argument with someone, and it was delayed for a while."
Feng Yi immediately lowered his eyebrows: "Ah? What dispute, are you alright?"
Seeing his nervous expression, Qiao Li smiled helplessly: "What can be wrong?"
"That's not necessarily. You're a girl, so you'll always suffer a little bit. What if you meet a hooligan who does anything." He didn't read too much social news.
She smiled and didn't want to mention Zhou Zhe, so she changed the subject: "There are so many people ahead?"
Feng Yi lowered his head and spoke to her: "Are you tired?"
With this posture, Qiao Li doesn't have to look up: "I'm not tired."
"You lean on me." He straightened up and hugged Qiao Li.
Qiao Li, who was wearing flat shoes, was speechless: "I'm not tired." But she still didn't break free from his embrace.
After the two finally settled the bill, it was already dark outside for a long time. Compared with the Spring Festival, New Year's Day is more popular with young people, and the road is very lively.
Feng Yi carried two big bags and hurried home with Qiao Li with ease.
As soon as he got home, he started running around the kitchen and living room, hurriedly arranging things before the New Year's Day party started.
Qiao Li asked him with a smile, "Do you like festivals so much?"
He winked his eyebrows exaggeratedly to make her laugh: "Is there anyone who doesn't like holidays?"
After filling the coffee table with food, he brought over two cups of hot milk, and he was finally done.
Feng Yi turned up the volume on the TV, and the whole room was filled with festive and lively sounds. The TV has not been used for a long time, and the picture slowly became clear after a while.
Qiao Li nestled on the sofa, and for the first time really realized the word "festival". The New Year's Eve was just one of countless mediocre and lonely nights for her. At most, she saw that the time on her mobile phone had passed 0:00, so she learned from other people's habits and said to Zhou Zhe that she had no emotions." Happy New Year".
It turned out that all you need is a TV, a blanket and a hug to snuggle in. The endless work, the anxiety, the deserted room, and the confusion of life are simply eliminated.
The sketches at the party were very boring, and Qiao Li couldn't even enjoy the dazzling song and dance performances, but she had never watched TV shows so seriously.
She snuggled up to Feng Yi and listened to him describe the past in a warm voice: "In the past, our family of three would celebrate New Year's Day together every year. In the end, my dad would lift me up and shiver. When I got older, I could only sit on the small sofa next to me, wrap my little blanket tightly, and watch my parents nest together." He pretended to be aggrieved, "I thought at the time, I'm going to sit on the sofa with my future wife and watch TV. Our kids are sitting between us, and I can put my arm around them. When the kids are older, if it's a boy , then go to the sofa next to it, if it is a girl, then I reluctantly agree that she will continue to sit in the middle."
"They can eat chips, but the chips that fall on the floor have to be cleaned up, just like when I was a kid."
"My mother doesn't allow me to eat jelly. She said that the jelly juice will drip on the blanket, and it will be sticky and dirty, but there is a washing machine. Besides, I won't drip it out at all, okay? So in the future, I must Buy a big box of jelly for my child, let him eat it, and I want to buy it when my wife stops me."
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Qiao Li's family of origin made her never fantasize about married life. The fairy tales I read when I was a girl have no follow-up when "they lived happily ever after". Some people say that it's because life after marriage is boring and ordinary. .
But at this moment, snuggling up to Feng Yi, listening to him talk about the future, and looking forward to a mediocre life, she seemed to have vaguely read the plot after the fairy tale ended - occasional bickering, burnt dishes, a glance. See the end of the future.
She raised her head and looked at Feng Yi. The screen on the TV changed, and the light flickered. Sometimes his facial features were clearly seen, and sometimes they were hidden in the darkness. Only a pair of gentle black eyes were always clear.
It's really bad, at this moment, she actually yearns for those bland and trivial days.