Chapter 146 I Miss You

From the next day, Song Meng started to raise funds. Yun Xiangxiang rested at home for a day, and went to Erbo's house for a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve.

The reunion dinner in their family is once a year, and now Yun Zhiwu is very rare for Yun Xiangxiang, and his canteen is very popular.

Although the price was deliberately lowered by Yun Zhibin, the profit was small but the sales were high, and it was praised by many children's parents.

"Sister, I want to learn to draw. Tell my mother about it." Yun Zhaozhao, the cousin of the second uncle's family, pulled Yun Xiangxiang and begged.

Yun Zhaozhao is Yun Zhiwu's youngest daughter. She is two and a half years younger than Yun Xiangxiang, and she just graduated from high school this year.

"Like drawing?" Yun Xiangxiang asked softly.

"Well, I only like drawing." Yun Zhaozhao puffed up his cheeks, "I didn't do well in the final exam."

The test results had already come out by this time, and Yun Xiangxiang remembered that Yun Zhaozhao seemed to be admitted to her alma mater in July last year.

"How many points did you score?" Yun Xiangxiang asked.

"Less than five hundred..." Yun Zhaozhao replied in a low voice, "I'm so tired, I can't continue studying, I just want to draw in class."

"Come on, take me to see your paintings." Yun Xiangxiang patted her on the shoulder.

Yun Zhaozhao also had her own small room, and she happily dug out all her paintings and handed them to Yun Xiangxiang.

Yun Xiangxiang flipped through it page by page. She had also learned to draw, so she still had a good level of appreciation.

I feel that Yun Zhaozhao is much more spiritual than her in terms of painting, and is very imaginative and creative.

After reading it, meeting Yun Zhaozhao who was looking at her eagerly, Yun Xiangxiang said, "Let me explain to you."

Although he didn't get along much, Yun Xiangxiang knew that the second uncle listened to the second aunt in everything, and the second aunt didn't think much of art, and always felt that painting and music had no future.

Yun Zhaozhao was able to determine the direction of her struggle so early on, so she, as an elder sister, naturally had to help her.

The second uncle and the second aunt trust her very much, not because she is a celebrity, but because she is the number one in the college entrance examination.

After dinner, during the chat, Yun Xiangxiang specifically mentioned about art talents, but did not directly speak for Yun Zhaozhao.

She also mentioned her classmate who studied art in high school, and talked about the current situation of the other party.

At the end, she sighed: "She told me that luckily she was studying painting at the time, otherwise she would not have been able to get into a decent university, and how could she have had the opportunity to exchange abroad. Sure enough, there are three hundred and sixty-five lines, and there are champions in every line."

Perhaps Yun Zhaozhao had told his parents that he wanted to learn to draw before, and the second aunt heard Yun Xiangxiang's words and asked in detail.

Yun Xiangxiang naturally analyzed all aspects to her in detail.

If she wants to talk, she will stop at the end, and go too far.

After the reunion dinner, the little cousin, Yun Miaomiao, tugged on Yun Xiangxiang's clothes, asking for autographed photos for her classmates.

This little cousin is very beautiful, especially her big watery eyes and long curled eyelashes. Although she is only eight years old, she is very popular. Yun Xiangxiang also likes it very much, so she naturally responds to her requests.

Afterwards, they went home to prepare dinner at home in the evening.

Yun Xiangxiang was also busy in the kitchen, and she liked the happy family atmosphere very much.

After almost finishing, Yun Xiangxiang saw Song Mian sent her a video on his phone.

Clicking on it turned out to be the process of Song Mian cooking the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, and it was Uncle Song who recorded the video.

"Hey, in twenty-seven years, this kid made me a New Year's Eve dinner for the first time. I'm really flattered. Naturally, I have to do my best to promote it for him. Think about it, I will point to you to enjoy the food in the future."

Yun Xiangxiang thought that Uncle Song was too cute and couldn't help laughing out loud, but at the end of the video, every dish on the table was fixed, making Yun Xiangxiang swallow.

Turn off the video, go to the living room with the mobile phone, take a picture of their family's New Year's Eve dinner and send it to Moments, and found that the whole Moments are posting about the New Year's Eve dinner.

After dinner, the family gathered to watch TV dramas, and when it got dark, there were always fireworks outside.

Their family does not have the habit of keeping the year old, but Yun Zhibin has to go to the Guanyin Temple to offer incense in the early morning of the first day of the new year.

At about 11:55, Song Mian called Yun Xiangxiang: "I want to countdown to the New Year with you."

It was a very common sentence, but Yun Xiangxiang was so sweet in his heart: "Are you keeping the old age?"

"Well, this is a tradition in our family." Song Mian replied, "It's only for men."

The subtext is, if you marry me, you can go to bed early in the New Year.

How could Yun Xiangxiang not understand, but deliberately said with a straight face: "Does your family have a tradition of patriarchal?"

This was the case in ancient times, and only men were needed to keep the year old.

"Our family is just the opposite. We value girls over boys. My father has always regretted not having a caring daughter." Song Mian directly pulled his father out to divert Yun Xiangxiang's attention, "I am also persuading him to work harder."

Yun Xiangxiang covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing, which was a bit rude, but the relationship between Song Mian and Uncle Song was really joyful: "You just know how to piss him off."

"Since my girlfriend taught me a lesson last time, I have deeply reflected on it and never got angry with him again." Song Mian vowed.

Yun Xiangxiang touched his slightly hot face, and changed the topic: "What are you going to do in the next few days?"

"No plans for now."

"I will be at home for the next few days, doing homework to accompany my family, and I will return to the capital on the fourth day of junior high."

The two just chatted one after another, and soon the time was up.

Yun Xiangxiang stood in front of the window, looked outside, and silently counted down in his heart, five, four, three, two...

"Happy New Year." The New Year's bell rang, and the two spoke in unison.

"I won't tell you anymore, I have to reply to other people's blessings." Yun Xiangxiang said reluctantly.

Song Mian didn't pester her, knowing that she had her own circle to maintain, so she hung up the phone decisively.

Pulling out the desk and chair and sitting down, Yun Xiangxiang replied one by one, including former classmates, and circle friends whom he has known for more than two years.

In her previous life, she had never replied to everyone like this, and this feeling was inexplicably good.

After replying, Yun Zhibin also came back after offering incense, and she turned off the light and went to sleep with peace of mind.

She woke up at 5:30 in the morning, dressed for morning exercises, and went outside in order not to affect her brothers' rest.

As soon as she walked to the playground, she saw a slender figure, and her heart jumped.

The closer she got, the more familiar she felt. After seeing it clearly, she quickly ran over: "Why are you here? When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me? How long have you been standing here..."

Before Yun Xiangxiang could finish asking a series of questions, Song Mian pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

His blurred and low-alcohol voice sounded in her ears: "I miss you."

There has never been a person who made him miss him so crazily, until he couldn't sleep.

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