Chapter 97 New Year's Eve
On New Year's Eve, Cen Wan returned to the Cen family near dinner time.
The small Western-style building is decorated in a festive and prosperous manner, and from a distance it looks festive and joyful with lights and decorations.
Cen Wan stood at the door, looking at the exquisite gold-plated couplets on the gate, and was stunned for a moment.
In a trance, I seemed to have returned to the past.
She started learning calligraphy at the age of three. When she went to elementary school, she was the one who wrote the Spring Festival couplets at home.
During the Chinese New Year, my mother would move a table to the yard, put out writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, and let her write couplets.
After writing, she would stand at the door, directing others to put up the couplets, and then admire her "masterpiece."
"Our Wanwan is the best. Her writing is better than the ones you buy."
“Then I’ll write every year from now on!”
The childish and innocent voice seemed to still echo in her ears, but she had not written Spring Festival couplets or celebrated a reunion with her family for many years.
The whole house was bathed in warm lights, and occasional laughter could be heard.
Cen Wan shivered in the cold wind, calmed herself down, and then walked in.
In the living room, Fang Yaqing was sitting on the sofa, wearing a natural fox fur coat, with a plump face. One hand was on her belly, and the other hand was holding Cen Shu's hand while she was talking.
Seeing her come in, Cen Shu glared at her and said, "Some people are so uneducated that they won't come back until dinner time. Since they don't consider this place their home, then they might as well not come back!"
Cen Wan said calmly, "Whether I have good manners or not, you should ask your father."
Cen Boqing is also her father.
Cen Shu was so angry that she pointed at her and couldn't say anything: "You..."
"Okay," Fang Yaqing patted her hands and said softly, "Be nice to your sister."
She looked at Cen Wan with a smile: "I'm glad you're back. I'll wash my hands and then dinner will be ready."
She acted like a hostess.
Cen Shu snorted indignantly and turned away.
The servants in the kitchen were busy serving hot dishes on the table.
It wasn't until five o'clock that Cen Boqing came down from upstairs. He didn't look happy when he saw Cen Wan, but since it was New Year's Day, he didn't say anything else.
At the dinner table, Cen Shu wished a happy new year to Cen Baiqing and Fang Yaqing, and said many auspicious words, which made the two of them laugh heartily and gave her two big red envelopes.
Cen Wan sat there without moving, eating by herself, pretending not to see anything.
"Wanwan, this is for you."
Fang Yaqing also took out a red envelope and pushed it in front of Cen Wan, smiling warmly: "Whatever Xiaoshu has, you won't be left without."
Cen Wan looked down and didn't answer.
Cen Boqing frowned and said in a serious tone: "What's your attitude? I gave it to you, but you didn't thank Auntie properly and keep it!"
Cen Wan clenched the chopsticks in her hand and said calmly, "My mother will give me the New Year's money in my dreams tonight, so you don't need to worry about it."
"You..." Cen Baiqing's face turned pale.
"Don't be so shameless!" Cen Shu scolded, "My mother is thinking of you because she is kind-hearted. Don't be ungrateful."
Fang Yaqing looked a little embarrassed and quickly stopped the two of them: "Okay, it's New Year's Day, don't make things unhappy because of me."
She looked at Cen Wan and said earnestly, "I know you've always disliked Auntie, and you've even resented your father. But you're blood relatives. If you become estranged because of me, I'll feel guilty."
"Look, you only come back twice in a year, and you don't stay for half a day each time. If word gets out, people will think we're not treating you well."
"Your father actually talks about you a lot...hiss..."
Fang Yaqing suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"What's wrong?" Cen Baiqing looked nervous. "Are you feeling unwell in your stomach?"
Fang Yaqing frowned: "It's nothing, just a little twitch in the stomach, maybe the baby is moving."
Fang Yaqing is already pregnant, and she is always supporting her waist and sticking out her belly.
Cen Baiqing was even more nervous.
He looked at Cen Wan, his tone brooking no argument: "Tomorrow, on the first day of the lunar year, go to the temple and light a lantern for the child in your aunt's belly, and get rid of this anger at the same time!"
When talking about children, Cen Wan's grip on the chopsticks tightened, and her fingertips turned white.
Fang Yaqing glanced at her and explained softly, "I originally wanted to go myself, but the weather is bad. They say it's going to rain and snow tomorrow, and your father is worried it's not safe for me to go out. Wanwan, you have experience, so please help your brother light a peace lantern this time."
"These days I keep dreaming about the past," she said, raising her hand to cover her belly, lowering her head and smiling lovingly, "I always feel like my child is back. This might be a gift from God."
"Wanwan, you won't refuse, right?"
Fang Yaqing looked at her eagerly.
Cen Wan's face turned pale.
Four years ago, she knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and went to the temple in the heavy rain to ask for a lamp for the afterlife for her unborn child.
It is both a plea and an atonement.
Now, Cen Boqing and Fang Yaqing are about to have another child. Once this child is born safely, will everything be written off?
"Wanwan, don't you want to?"
"Why are you daydreaming while I'm talking to you!" Cen Shu yelled in dissatisfaction.
Cen Wan came back to her senses, looked at Cen Boqing's unhappy expression and Fang Yaqing's hypocritical face, and lowered her eyes: "Okay."
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The Shen family's old house.
The bonsai pines and bamboos in the courtyard are hung with lanterns, and several couplets are hung on the balcony on the second floor, hanging from high up, eye-catching and eye-catching.
In addition to blessings such as "Happy New Year" and "Peace and Joy", there are also words with strong suggestive meanings such as "prosperous family" and "thriving population".
Shen Yixiao saw it as soon as he got out of the car. He glanced at it lightly and walked into the house casually. Wen Xianyun and Shen Zhongting were busy in the kitchen.
Every New Year’s Eve, the Shen family would give all the servants a day off. After all, they also needed to be reunited with their families, so they would cook the New Year’s Eve dinner themselves.
"Why is the yard so fancy?"
Wen Xianyun looked up and saw that it was him, and waved at him: "Come and help."
"Why is it so fancy? I learned this online. Young people all decorate like this now."
Shen Yixiao took off his coat and hung it aside, washed his hands, put on an apron, and went into the kitchen: "Then you are really fashionable."
Wen Xianyun was picking vegetables. Seeing his frivolous appearance, he stopped what he was doing and asked, "That's it?"
Shen Yixiao: "What else?"
Wen Xianyun: "Didn't you see the words above?"
"I saw it," Shen Yixiao casually picked up the knife beside him to cut vegetables, "Why, you and my dad are planning to work hard to give us a brother or sister?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xianyun hit him: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Shen Yixiao said nonchalantly: "My dad is still strong and healthy, so it's not impossible."
"Speak nicely to me." Shen Zhongting said, "You little brat, you have no manners."
Shen Yixiao: "Why haven't the decent ones come back yet?"
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of a car shutting down was heard in the yard.
Shen Yixiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Speak of the devil and he will appear."
He looked at Wen Xianyun: "Ms. Wen, please start your performance."
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