On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, with the arrival of this time, a large number of people have begun to resume their previous work.
But despite this, there are still many young people from other places who come to Hangzhou to work hard and still stay at home.
Although it is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the festive atmosphere has not diminished at all. It seems that the air is still filled with the joy brought by family reunions on New Year's Eve.
Home, this special and warm word, everyone feels attached to it from the bottom of their heart.
At this time, Jiang Li was staying at home alone wearing an apron. Mo Jingchun went out and said that he and Xu Fan had something to do.
It was almost noon, and Jiang Li was alone in the kitchen cooking lunch.
I have to say that Jiang Li looks like a good wife and mother with her hair tied up and wearing an apron while cutting vegetables.
If possible, Jiang Li would actually like to stay at home and be a homebody. The feeling of being isolated from everything seems to be pretty good.
Jiang Li took the vegetable basket, turned around and put it in the sink in front of him to rinse.
On the chopping board beside him was a piece of beautiful pork belly, chili peppers, ginger, garlic cloves and other condiments. Jiang Li had already cut them and set them aside.
Jiang Li stretched out his white hands to wash the vegetables. A heating machine was added above the sink, so that Jiang Li could use hot water to wash the vegetables even in winter.
And this thing was naturally bought by Mo Jingchun.
There was always a faint smile on Jiang Li's lips, as if one could see his exaggerated look when he was eating later.
Turning around again, Jiang Li picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and began to cut the pork piece by piece.
“We are each other’s special people…”
The sound of singing came from the mobile phone in his pocket. Jiang Li freed one hand to wipe it on his apron. After simply cleaning the water stains, he took out the phone.
I don't know when, but Mo Jingchun changed my ringtone.
Jiang Li answered the call, propped the phone up with one shoulder, and held it above his ear, while placing his hands on the chopping board to continue cutting meat.
"Jiang Li, it's me."
"Ah," Jiang Li's hand holding the kitchen knife trembled and he almost cut his finger.
"Aunt Lin Yun, Happy New Year!"
It was Lin Yun's call. As far as Jiang Li could remember, they had hardly met since Lin Yun brought her to Hangzhou No. 3 Middle School. They only spoke on the phone during her college entrance examination or other times.
The most recent time, it seemed like he called specifically to congratulate Jiang Li on being admitted to Hangzhou University.
Although Jiang Li always remembered to send happy holiday messages to Lin Yun during holidays or other times, the latter seemed to be very busy and had little time to reply.
Jiang Li was grateful to Lin Yun from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't even have a plan for where to go next.
Therefore, Jiang Li always took Lin Yun's calls seriously.
"How have you been lately?"
Lin Yun laughed heartily on the other end of the phone. "College life should be exciting, right?"
"Yeah," Jiang Li smiled and slowed down the speed of cutting meat.
“It’s wonderful.”
"I'm sorry, Jiang Li. I knew about the orphanage's situation a long time ago, but I was too busy and forgot to call you. I'm sure you've settled down by now, right?"
"Aunt Lin Yun, don't blame yourself. You've done enough for me." Jiang Li tilted his head and held up the phone with a serious expression. "I'm fine now, and I'm very stable."
"That's good……"
"Beep-beep-beep--"
Lin Yun's words were interrupted by a burst of urgent horn sounds.
After the horn stopped, Jiang Li asked, "Aunt Lin Yun, are you going somewhere?"
"yes."
Lin Yun was driving and didn't intend to hide it. She placed her cell phone next to the car and talked to Jiang Li while turning on the outboard.
Lin Yun turned the steering wheel, turned the intersection in front of him and drove onto the overpass.
"Go find someone," Lin Yun said, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Maybe you know this person."
"I know him too?" Jiang Li's tone on the other end of the phone sounded a little puzzled.
"Yeah, I remember he went to the same high school as you, and like you, he went to Hangtown University."
As Lin Yun spoke, he noticed the road conditions nearby.
"This..." For some unknown reason, Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat.
"His name is Mo Jingchun, do you know him?"
"Buzz—"
After hearing that familiar name, Jiang Li's mind went blank.
"I'm going to go find him."
"I'm from the same school as you."
"His name is Mo Jingchun, do you know him?"
These three sentences looped in her mind. Jiang Li's pupils widened in disbelief. She stiffly raised the kitchen knife and cut down, but this time, she didn't cut into the meat, but instead cut into her finger.
Bright red blood instantly gushed out from the wound, dyeing the originally tender and beautiful plum flesh red.
Jiang Li stood there motionless, even the kitchen knife was still cutting the wound without moving.
"Jiang Li, Jiang Li!"
Hearing no sound from the other side, Lin Yun called Jiang Li's name twice in confusion.
"Lin...Lin Yun, auntie."
The originally slightly happy smile disappeared in an instant, Jiang Li's little face turned pale, and panic surged in his heart.
"Forget it, I won't say any more to you. I'm going to look for him later. That's all for now."
Aunt Lin Yun hung up the phone in a hurry.
"Oh, okay." Jiang Li answered very stiffly.
Jiang Li let go of the kitchen knife and took the phone off his shoulder.
She stared at the call logs on her phone, her beautiful black eyes filled with disbelief.
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