The throw pillows on the sofa were made by Zhao Rongrong himself when he had nothing to do after retirement, and the bonsai pine on the flower stand was neatly trimmed. There was a noisy thrush under the window, flapping its wings from time to time.

The upper and lower two-story small duplex buildings are elegantly and warmly cleaned by the second old man, full of life atmosphere.

A special program for the Spring Festival was being broadcast on the TV. In the background music of gongs and drums, He Dingxi glanced at Ning Jue who was watching TV with great interest, and explained, "My mother is old and talkative, don't mind."

"What's the point of that?" Ning Jue stared at the TV and smiled, "You are really in the midst of happiness and don't know your happiness."

It's not that the two elders are rare and strange. He Dingxi has been famous for many years. He Dingxi can be regarded as a wrist. What big and small star Zhao Rongrong has not seen? It's just that there have been too many lace news about He Dingxi over the years, and people around him have come and gone. This year, he actually brought a person to his house for the first time. Zhao Rongrong couldn't hold back his happiness for a while, and he didn't care whether the person was a man or a woman.

Because of Ning Jue's arrival, Zhao Rongrong worked hard at the New Year's Eve dinner. She used eighteen martial arts in a short period of time, and managed a table of dishes to the level of a state banquet.

Ning Jue was another person who would support him. He sat at the round table with a smile on his face, eating a bite of crystal shrimp from Zhao Rongrong and a bowl of abalone chicken soup made by He Jun. That habitually biting mouth was as sweet as honey today, and with just a few words, the second old man was coaxed into blooming flowers.

He Dingxi looked at Ning Jue, and suddenly remembered a theory that could not be verified: It is said that cats are animals that respect the old and love the young. They are extremely patient with the elderly and children, and only show their teeth and claws to the middle-aged people.

Thinking of this, He Dingxi couldn't help laughing, and was caught by Ning Jue beside him.

Ning Jue sneaked under the table and kicked him, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you laughing furtively?"

"It's nothing." He Ding took a sip of soup in his suit and lowered his head to hide the smile on his lips.

When the Spring Festival Gala started, Zhao Rongrong happily took out two big red envelopes, one threw one in He Dingxi's hand, and the other handed it to Ning Jue.

He Dingxi was very dissatisfied with Zhao Rongrong's discriminatory treatment, and was about to discuss with his mother, when he saw Zhao Rongrong lovingly said to Ning Jue, "Take it, the New Year's money."

That attitude is simply more kissable than his own son.

In Ning Jue's limited social experience, it is generally only when the boyfriend and girlfriend come to the door for the first time that he will receive the red envelope. He looked at the big red red envelope, and then looked at Zhao Rongrong, who had an earnest face. For a while, he felt that it was not acceptable to accept it, nor was it to refuse.

"Take it." Seeing Ning Jue's deflated expression, He Dingxi almost laughed out loud: "Our family's rules are that unmarried people can receive 'New Year's money'."

"Thank you, Sister Rongrong." Ning Jue then reached out and took the red envelope from Zhao Rongrong's hand, and said obediently, "Gong Xi Fa Cai! Gong Xi Fa Cai!"

Ning Jue put the heavy red envelope into his arms, and suddenly remembered that no one had given him "New Year's money" for many years.

After dinner, Ning Jue and He Dingxi's family gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. While Zhao Rongrong pointed at the country across the screen, he happily asked Ning Jue about all kinds of gossip in the entertainment industry.

Ning Jue picked and chose a few innocuous anecdotes to tell Zhao Rongrong, coaxing Zhao Rongrong to think he had mastered the core secrets of the entertainment industry.

Seeing that Chao Rongrong's topic was going to be extended to several female stars who had an affair with Ning Jue, He Dingxi couldn't stand it any longer, and reminded, "Ms. Zhao, it's almost enough."

"You're an unfilial son, but you have the nerve to say it!" Zhao Rongrong glared at He Dingxi angrily, and said, "If you don't know anything, the entertainment industry is a waste."

Ning Jue was so happy to watch the mother and son grind their lips and reach for the big teacup on the table, but couldn't pick it up for a while. The big teacup shook in Ning Jue's hand, and then fell back onto the coffee table, splashing a large amount of water.

"What's wrong?" He Dingxi noticed Ning Jue's small movements, picked up the teacup and put it in Ning Jue's hand, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Ning Jue held the cup in both hands and lowered her head to take a sip of hot tea, and said to He Dingxi lightly, "My right hand has been injured in the past. When it is cold or humid, it will occasionally be difficult to use."

For some reason, when Ning Jue talked about this, He Dingxi thought of the rows of trophies on Ning Jue's bookshelf for no reason.

He seemed to see a person's glory, but also saw a person's scars.

He Dingxi got up and walked into the room without saying a word, and returned to the living room after a while. He took out a blanket and threw it on Ning Jue, and immediately sat down on the sofa beside Ning Jue.

While Zhao Rongrong was going to peel the fruit, He Dingxi reached out and grabbed a handful on the back of Ning Jue's hand.

Ning Jue was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at He Dingxi.

He Dingxi ignored Ning Jue's gaze and commented casually, "It's a little cold."

Then He Dingxi held the hand under the blanket again and did not let go.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, He Dingxi mysteriously greeted Ning Jue to stand up. Ning Jue didn't know what he was doing, so he could only follow him to the terrace for unknown reasons.

When he came to the terrace, He Dingxi put a bunch of firecrackers into Ning Jue's hand, and suddenly asked without end, "Is it forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers in the third ring road of S City?"

He Dingxi's question stopped Ning Jue. The Spring Festival was just a day without work for him, and he didn't pay attention to these details in previous years.

"The time is almost up." He Dingxi looked down at his watch, then looked at Ning Jue with a smile: "Three..."

He Dingxi supported Ning Jue's shoulders, made him face an open space, and then said in his ear, "When I count to one, throw the firecrackers out of your hand, two..."

He Dingxi quickly lit the firecracker and raised his hand to cover Ning Jue's ear.

"One... Happy New Year!"

For a time, the endless sound of firecrackers sounded one after another, and countless fireworks rose to the sky from all directions, instantly lighting up the night sky.