Although they had only met once on the train, Feng Yingying still recognized Su Changyao's voice.

His voice is deep and rich, as special as he is.

Feng Yingying turned around and saw Su Changyao wearing a tweed coat and holding a firework tube in his hand.

A long brown wool coat suits his figure very well and makes him look taller and more upright.

The man on a snowy night has a noble temperament.

It is unforgettable at first sight.

Feng Yingying smiled at Su Changyao: "I know that Shiweiji is closed tonight. I won't buy any stewed food. I'll come to see Master Su."

"It just so happens that my last name is Su."

Su Changyao asked: "Ms. Feng Yingying, am I the Master Su you are looking for?"

Some people can make you feel happy just by looking at them or saying just one word.

Su Changyao is such a person.

He responded to her in a humorous way, which made Feng Yingying feel happy and joyful.

"yes!"

Feng Yingying rubbed her frozen hands, smiled and nodded: "You are the Master Su I'm looking for."

Su Changyao did not ask Feng Yingying why she appeared on Wangfujing Street on a snowy day on New Year's Eve.

He didn't even ask why she came to him.

Seeing that her hands were stiff from the cold and she kept rubbing her hands while talking to him, Su Changyao took out a pair of cotton gloves from his pocket and handed them to her.

"Ms. Feng Yingying, since you are here, let's set off the fireworks together."

Looking at the cotton gloves handed to her, Feng Yingying felt warm in her heart.

She had been with Zhang Yuzhi for twenty years, and she had always been the one taking care of Zhang Yuzhi.

Some people won’t even ask you if you are cold, but will hand you a pair of cotton gloves while you rub your hands.

Su Changyao didn't ask Feng Yingying anything. He stuck the fireworks on the snow and took out a match to light them.

Seeing Feng Yingying looking interested, Su Changyao stopped striking the match.

"You wait."

After saying these three words, Su Changyao left Feng Yingying and disappeared into a small alley next to Shiweiji.

When Feng Yingying anxiously poked her head into the alley, Su Changyao came running back with a half-burnt candle in his hand.

In front of Feng Yingying, he took a match, lit the candle, and then handed the candle to Feng Yingying.

"You light the fuse of the fireworks."

Feng Yingying: “…”

Now she understood what Su Changyao meant by asking her to wait and running away to get the candles.

She had just been rubbing her hands, which were cold, so she took the cotton gloves Su Changyao gave her and put them on.

If the match is not struck fast enough to light the fuse, it is easy to burn your hand. Su Changyao saw that she actually wanted to set off fireworks, but didn't want her to get cold after taking off her gloves, so he ran to the store, took out a half-burned candle, lit it and handed it to her.

This way she wouldn't have to worry about burning her hands, she wouldn't have to take off her gloves to light a match, and the candle wouldn't go out.

She can hold a candle and light the fuse of the fireworks.

Feng Yingying felt that the feeling was the same as when they were communicating, Su Changyao was a person who made people feel comfortable to get along with.

He didn't even say any sweet words and spoke very little, but what he did was very powerful and could make people feel warm on a cold snowy night.

Feng Yingying accepted his kindness, took the candle, squatted down and lit the fuse of the firework.

Su Changyao was afraid that the fuse would burn too quickly, so after he saw her light it, he quickly pulled her back. The two of them evacuated to a safe place on the steps and squatted together at the door of Shiweiji to watch the fireworks.

Watching the fireworks explode in waves in the sky, so beautiful, and finally returning to silence.

Feng Yingying felt her heart also return from vanity to silence. She turned her head to glance at Su Changyao and felt as if she had known him for a long time.

Su Changyao stared at the silent fireworks, and moisture slowly welled up in his eyes.

"Master Su?"

Feng Yingying called out to him.

Su Changyao seemed to come back to his senses.

He held back his tears and shook his head: "I'm fine, I was thinking about my childhood."

"On New Year's Eve, our Su family will set off fireworks together."

Su Changyao smiled in a bitter way: "Things change unpredictably. Now I am the only one setting off the fireworks."

When Feng Yingying heard this, she almost burst into tears.

It was Zhang Yuzhi who harmed the Su family, so why did she feel so guilty?

Feng Yingying blurted out: "Master Su, next New Year, I will accompany you to set off fireworks?"

After saying this, Feng Yingying realized what she had said.

The only way to accompany Su Changyao and set off fireworks is to become his family.

Su Changyao had obviously thought of this as well. He turned his head to look at Feng Yingying in shock.

Feng Yingying felt extremely embarrassed.

In order to ease the embarrassment, she changed the subject: "Um, is there anything to eat?"

"The New Year's Eve dinner was greasy, and I didn't eat much. I'm a little hungry now."

Su Changyao nodded and took Feng Yingying into the house to eat.

Turning from the alley beside Shiweiji to the backyard, I saw eight dishes, four meat dishes and four vegetable dishes, on the table in the house.

As expected of the successor of Yuxiangyuan, the eight dishes are so delicious and tasty that they whet your appetite at first sight.

But Feng Yingying happened to come after having the New Year's Eve dinner.

She was also full.

Just now, in order to ease the embarrassment, she said that she was not full.

Does she have to eat now even with tears in her eyes?

And it is so pitiful for Master Su, the pen pal, to spend the New Year alone. Without her to accompany him for the New Year's Eve dinner, he will really be spending the New Year all alone.

Su Changyao looked over and Feng Yingying quickly picked up her chopsticks.

Seeing that she didn't know which plate to pick from, Su Changyao smiled helplessly.

He turned around, scooped a bowl of hawthorn millet porridge from the pot, put it on the table, and handed it to Feng Yingying.

"This porridge is good for the spleen and digestion."

Feng Yingying was a little embarrassed: "How do you know I came here after having New Year's Eve dinner?"

"New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion. At this time, if you don't finish your New Year's Eve dinner, your family won't let you go out."

"That's right!~"

Feng Yingying smiled and drank the porridge in small sips.

Su Changyao cherishes the fact that someone is accompanying her for the New Year's Eve dinner, and Feng Yingying also enjoys the quietness of this peaceful time.

Hawthorn porridge has a slightly sour and sweet taste, and it feels very comfortable in the stomach.

She had served Zhang Yuzhi for twenty years and was a good wife and mother of the Zhang family. It was rare for someone to cook a bowl of porridge for her.

Whether it is Su Changyao or Feng Yingying, they both want this beauty to continue.

But after all, Feng Yingying's purpose of coming today, in addition to having a New Year's Eve dinner with Su Changyao, was to ask other questions.

I had almost finished my bowl of porridge and saw that Su Changyao didn't move his chopsticks anymore.

Feng Yingying asked him, "That time when you caught the thief for me on the train, was that intentional, right?"

"Your adopted sister is Su Guifen?"

What was supposed to come finally came, and Su Changyao put down his chopsticks.

"You guessed it after all."

"Yeah! I guessed it."

The air froze for a moment.

The sour and sweet hawthorn porridge over the charcoal stove, and the fireworks we set off together tonight, have all become unreal beauties.

The fight between adults is full of hidden power.

There's no need to be so explicit and completely blunt.

After a brief silence, Feng Yingying told Su Changyao: "By the way, I came here to tell you that Su Guifen did not return to Beijing for the New Year."