Zero point, another new year.

Farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Liner took a red envelope from his pocket and said, "Happy New Year."

Looking down at the red envelope that was extra in his hand, Xie Yan raised his eyebrows gently and said, "Is it for me?"

It’s not the huge amount of money during the day, or the red envelopes that ordinary families use to send New Year’s money to their children.

"Yeah." Liner nodded and said, "My dad gave it to you."

Xie Yan was a little stunned: "Uncle gave it?"

"Yes, I gave it to me before going out, and told me to give it to you at twelve o'clock." As she spoke, she yawned again, and the vague light of water was stained with the eyelashes at the corners of her eyes.

Xie Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled, put away the red envelope, and said, "Okay, then you can say thank you to my uncle for me."

Lin Er waved his hand: "Then I'll say something to you for him, no thanks."

She was in a bad spirit and spoke with obvious tiredness.

After getting used to going to bed around 10 o'clock, Lin Er always felt that his soul was about to leave his body after staying up all night.

Forced to suppress his sleepiness, Lin Er tilted his head and looked at Xie Yan: "Xie Tiantian."

Xie Yan: "Hmm?"

"Are you happy today?" she asked solemnly.

"Yeah, happy." Xie Yan smiled and gently pinched the tip of her nose that was blown by the wind.

Liner was still tilting his head and looking at him: "Really?"

Xie Yan nodded: "Really."

Lin Er looked at him steadily, as if thinking about the trueness of his words. After a moment, she suddenly stepped forward and walked half a step, reached out to hug him, and called his name in a low voice: "Xie Tiantian."

"Um?"

"It will be like this next year, and it will be like this in the future."

You are no longer alone.

There is no need to stay alone in that empty house even during the New Year.

I will be with you.

My friend will be your friend.

My relatives will be your relatives.

My home will be yours.

...

The third day of the Lunar New Year.

Early in the morning, Lin Yian was woken up by Uncle Cat's serial meteor fist. He grabbed his messy hair that was sleeping, and gritted his teeth and looked out of the quilt: "Uncle Cat, can you have some vision? What are you doing early in the morning?"

Mr. Mao’s response to him was another set of unambiguous iron horse meteor fist.

Lin Yian wanted to pinch its neck and throw it out the door, but after looking at its size, Lin Yian gave up.

Forget it, it's too heavy.

He was afraid that he would not lose his cat, so he finally flashed his waist.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yi sat on the bed with a steady flow of motion, "Hungry?"

"Meow!" Lin Baiwan's claws were slapped at his heart with a huge aura, and he pressed his claws anxiously and meowed.

What a hungry thing!

Stupid humans, why don't you get up quickly?

Didn’t you agree to get up early last night?

My uncle is condescending to come over and ask you to get up, but you still can't afford to stay in bed?

Lin Yian was not prepared and almost slapped in his heart by the powerful Vajra palm: "Oh, I'll fuck--"

He was photographed and lowered his head and coughed twice.
Chapter completed!