The room was quiet and empty.
Su Di was not there, and neither was Zhao Fan. Meng Fu followed Yang Hua's instructions and turned on the lights in all the rooms.
Outside the window, it was almost twelve o'clock, and thousands of houses were lit up and fireworks and firecrackers were blasting.
The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were not drawn, and from this angle one could see the fleeting fireworks in the sky.
It was very quiet inside the window that was separated from the outside world. Even the lights were cold incandescent lamps. It was quiet and deserted. All I could hear was the waiter's faint "Happy New Year" outside the door.
Meng Fu felt that the door of the room was closed in the blink of an eye. She didn't even see the face of the young man who brought her the sobering soup before she was dragged into the room.
She blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Su Cheng closed the door, put his arm around her waist and grabbed her left wrist. He was aggressive yet gentle. His chin rested on the edge of her head and led her to the sofa. "How many bottles did you drink?"
The sound of heavy breathing came from above my head, the sound seemed a little faint, but it was imposing. .
Meng Fu suddenly woke up: "One..."
...
...
The other party lowered his head and looked over indifferently, the cold light making his already hard brows even sharper. He must have been training his soldiers these days, and the whole person was like a sword drawn from its sheath, his deep eyes sweeping over.
Like ice and snow.
Faintly, there seemed to be some blood.
Meng Fu: "Two..."
"Okay, okay, just three, four, five, six, seven, eight bottles."
With one hand, Su Cheng pushed her to sit on the sofa. He looked down at her and handed her the bowl: "Sit down."
Meng Fu took the bowl, looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, and saw him enter the room at a glance.
Meng Fu: "..."
Two minutes later.
With a crackling sound, a pile of crushed beer cans were thrown in front of her.
Meng Fu held the still warm bowl in her hands and looked up at Su Cheng. Her originally cold and pale face had turned slightly red because she had just finished a bath, as if she was covered in a halo by an incandescent light. She mumbled, "Ninety, eleven, twelve, thirteen, four, five, six, seven, eight bottles..."
After saying that, she lowered her head and took another sip of soup.
Su Cheng looked down at her. The cold and murderous aura around him gradually softened over the past few days. He bent down, with a look of fatigue between his brows. With his rough fingers, he put her hair, which was not completely dry, behind her ear. After a long while, he said in a gentle voice, "I'm too far away from you. You're drunk and I don't have time to find you."
Meng Fu said "Oh", then sat down next to him to make room for him. "What are you doing today?"
"Watch the drill and reward the guard team." Su Cheng sat down on the sofa with his hands on his shoulders. He reached out to pull Meng Fu over, leaned against her neck, took a deep breath, then reached out for the remote control and turned on the TV.
On TV, the Spring Festival Gala is still being rehearsed.
"Sudi said you still have to offer sacrifices tomorrow?"
"Well, nine o'clock in the morning." Su Cheng said lazily.
Su Di is Su Cheng's superior. He is so busy, so Su Cheng should be even busier.
She glanced at Su Cheng, then picked up the phone on the coffee table, dialed the front desk hotline, and asked her to send up some food.
The hotel prepared a lot of dishes for this year's New Year's Eve. Not long after Meng Fu called, the doorbell rang.
Meng Fu was about to go down to open the door, but Su Cheng beside her had already stood up and opened the door. In the blink of an eye, he had regained his usual elegance and grace, and said in a calm and steady voice, "Thank you."
He thanked the hotel staff and brought in a wooden basket.
There were four dishes and a bowl of soup in the basket.
Su Cheng placed the dishes on the coffee table, put the chopsticks in place, and looked at her curled up on the sofa, "Have you eaten tonight?"
"I ate with the director and the others." Meng Fu curled up on the sofa, watching the unfunny skit on TV, and commented to Su Cheng seriously: "Not as funny as He Miao."
"Well," Su Cheng glanced at the TV casually, then sat on the chair and picked the person up, "Eat with me."
Meng Fu went to the room and got his cell phone.
I sat next to Su Cheng and opened WeChat to see if any red envelopes had been missed.
Su Cheng ate very quickly but elegantly. He had been taught strict etiquette since childhood. He picked up so many dishes, but Meng Fu never saw his chopsticks touch the bowl.
Meng Fu accepted the red envelope that Xu Mohuai sent her, and there were no other red envelopes.
The main reason is that there is no custom of celebrating the New Year in the West.
She put down her phone, propped her chin lazily with her hand, and looked at Su Cheng beside her, "Brother Cheng, did you forget anything today?"
Su Cheng sat on a chair. He was exhausted on the way here, but he didn't look embarrassed. He looked very graceful just sitting there. He took a bite of the fish and asked, "What?"
Meng Fu looked at his delicate features and said, "Ah," "Nothing, do you want some water?"
She stood up, took a cup and went to the water dispenser to get some warm water.
On TV, the last song and dance show was over, and the hosts were already standing together, waiting to count down to the New Year.
Su Cheng finished eating and put the food back into the wooden basket.
Meng Fu got the water and was about to go back.
There was another knock on the door. Meng Fu opened it with one hand. Outside the door was the second male lead of He Miao's crew. I heard that he was also a rich second generation who brought money into the crew, but he didn't spend as much as Su Cheng. Although his status was higher than He Miao, he only got the second male lead.
The second male lead blushed when he saw Meng Fu, "Listen, Sister Wen said you drank too much, here's some hangover soup."
Meng Fu glanced at him and said, "Thank you. I just finished my drink."
The second male lead was stunned. "Then, we are all in the KTV downstairs. Do you want to go?"
"No, I want to play games." Meng Fu looked at him, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"without……"
Meng Fu nodded, "Thank you, Happy New Year, have fun."
She closed the door.
Su Cheng put away his things and was wiping his hands with a piece of paper. He looked at Meng Fu and asked, "Are you from the crew next door?"
"Yes," Meng Fu closed the door and handed him the cup in her hand, a little puzzled, "Didn't Sister Wen ask someone to send me a bowl of hangover soup?"
Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, and the ice in his eyes melted away.
"What are you laughing at?" Meng Fu glanced at him.
Su Cheng took a sip of water, sat on the sofa, and motioned for her to sit next to him, "He might be interested in you."
"Really?" Meng Fu didn't care much and just said, "Then he has good taste."
After all, there aren’t many people in the entertainment industry who are prettier than her, at least none.
Su Cheng looked at her thoughtfully, "He can only settle for the next best thing."
Meng Fu looked at the host who had already entered the countdown of 20 seconds and asked casually, "What?"
Su Cheng listened to the host count down to ten. He tilted his head and looked at her, with a light in his eyes, aggressive yet gentle, and then he said slowly: "Because I already got it."
Meng Fu listened to a row of hosts counting down to "1".
On TV and outside the window, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks reached its maximum volume.
She didn't quite react to Su Cheng's words, "...wait?"
Su Cheng listened to the countdown to "one", and suddenly leaned over, pulled her into his arms, and said in her ear with a chuckle, "Happy New Year."
On TV, the host finished the countdown and there were other programs to follow.
The lights outside are like wrinkles.
Meng Fu came back to her senses, "Thank you, and Happy New Year."
Su Cheng lowered his eyes, looked at her eyebrows, and said slowly, "How do you thank me?"
Meng Fu pondered and felt that she should give in. She reluctantly said, "I'll give you a red envelope."
Su Cheng met her gaze, then moved his eyes downwards, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he reached out to cover her hair which was a little fluffy after being straightened for filming, "Well, then give me a red envelope."
Meng Fu stared at him for two seconds.
Then he slowly picked up his cell phone and sent a red envelope to Su Cheng.
Su Cheng clicked.
"Are you sleepy?" Su Cheng asked in a low voice.
Meng Fu yawned. "Fortunately, the director will give us half a day off tomorrow. The filming of Gods and Demons will probably be finished in a week. I will go back after finishing the work..."
**
Meng Fu hasn't had a good sleep in the past half month.
The director worked too much overtime.
This was the first time that she woke up naturally. When she opened her eyes, the room was still dark. Meng Fu's eyelashes trembled, and her memory was still on her watching TV on the sofa.
She sat in bed, almost suspecting that she had dreamed last night.
At a glance, I saw a red envelope next to the pillow.
The red envelope is very thick.
Meng Fu thought about it and thought that it was probably as thick as all the red envelopes she had received in the past few years combined.
She looked at the red envelope for a few seconds before putting it away, then stepped on the carpet to get out of bed and open the curtains.
The sun was already high outside.
Meng Fu picked up her phone and checked the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. On the screen, there was a WeChat message from Sister Fan.
[Reposted by the official Weibo of "Mutants 3", it broke 700 million on the first day of its release today. 】
Meng Fu reposted the Weibo post, then brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went to the crew to find the director.
"Happy New Year! Teacher Meng!"
"Happy New Year!"
There were joyful sounds all along the way.
Meng Fu pulled her scarf down and replied slowly, "Happy New Year."
The director was distributing New Year's red envelopes to the crew members and specially left a big one for Meng Fu.
"Director," Meng Fu sat in front of the director, propping her chin on her hand, "Can we discuss this? Finish filming my part today."
"Then you're going to stay up all night," the director looked at Meng Fu, stunned, "Are you in such a hurry to go back?"
Meng Fu was silent for a moment, "Well, something happened."
The director wanted to ask why, but suddenly he remembered what happened to Meng Fu’s grandfather some time ago.
During this period, Meng Fu's work on the crew was no different from before, and the director almost forgot what happened to Meng Fu.
Come to think of it, her grandfather will have his seventh birthday tomorrow.
The director remained calm and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go gather the crew."
Meng Fu wanted to finish filming her scenes ahead of time, so naturally she needed the cooperation of the entire program crew.
Fortunately, Meng Fu was popular, and when they knew that she wanted to finish the filming early, no one disagreed. On the contrary, most people were reluctant to let her go.
**
The second day of the Chinese New Year.
Meng Fu returned to the Jiang family early in the morning with the red envelope given to her by the director and Sister Wen.
Yang Hua was talking to Jiang Xinchen in the Jiang family garden. Meng Xun followed them impatiently. Suddenly, Meng Xun felt something and turned around to look outside the gate.
At the same time, the servant's surprised voice rang out, "The young lady is back!"
The servant hurriedly took the suitcase from Meng Fu.
"You're back just in time," Yang Hua looked at the calm Meng Fu, reached out to hug her, and said with a smile, "Go see your grandfather."
"Yeah." Meng Fu nodded and went to the Jiang family ancestral hall.
This was not her first time to come to the ancestral hall.
The last time she came, it was because Jiang Xinchen made a mistake, so she came to see him.
The ancestral hall was a bit cold and Meng Fu looked up at the tablets in the hall.
The one at the bottom has been replaced with the latest tablet.
It belongs to Mr. Jiang.
Meng Fu pursed her lips. Seeing this again, she calmed down a lot. She just took the incense and lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. Her voice still sounded calm: "Grandpa, I'm here to see you."
The ancestral hall was very cold, and the floor tiles were icy as well.
Jiang Quan hadn't seen Meng Fu for more than a month. When he heard that Meng Fu was back, he went to the ancestral hall to find her as soon as possible.
Before he even got to the ancestral hall, he heard Meng Fu's murmured voice in the hall: "Grandpa, are you cold here?"
Jiang Quan suddenly stopped, he stood on the stairs, his eyes turned red, and then he left quietly.
On the way, seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Quan shook his head at her, signaling her not to go in.
Yang Hua was stunned for a moment, then stood there and sighed.
When Meng Fu returned to the hall, she had returned to her previous state.
In the hall, Jiang Quan was discussing with Yang Hua what to bring to the capital, "Uncle Afu's legs are not good, so this is just right for him to take, and this. By the way, Xinchen, you must be good when you go to your uncle's house and study hard. I heard that the students in the capital are very good at studying, you can embarrass yourself a little, but don't be too embarrassed."
Father Jiang said earnestly, "Alas, you are going to bring shame to our T City..."
Jiang Xinchen said with difficulty: "Dad, I will jump..."
"Hey, Afu, you're here," Jiang Quan looked up and saw Meng Fu coming over. He waved at her and said excitedly, "Look at the gifts we are going to bring over, is there anything missing?"
Jiang Xinchen: "..."
That's fine.
The entire Jiang family's layout was very festive, and the servants discussed it with Yang Hua and Jiang Quan.
Occasionally the bird in the cage next to it would chirp, adding to the atmosphere.
Meng Fu also smiled. She walked over and lazily counted the things under her feet. "This is too much. Take less."
"That's not possible. Tomorrow is Xinchen's first day at his uncle's house." Jiang Quan firmly disagreed.
Meng Fu compromised, "You are right."
She let Jiang Quan prepare a bunch of things for them.
Jiang Quan is the only one left in the Jiang family now, and he is very busy. He was at home during the first and second years of the Lunar New Year, but on the third year he had to start looking for business partners and dealing with the major families in T City.
Jiang Xinchen skipped a grade and is in the third year of high school this year. School will start early on the eighth day of the first lunar month, and he will go to Beijing in the third year of the first lunar month to familiarize himself with the environment.
"Not bad, did the principal ask you to dance?" Meng Fu found some spare parts in the Jiang family, as well as some of Jiang Xinchen's mechanical treasures, and took them apart casually, then looked up at Jiang Xinchen.
Her fingers are long and thin, and these things look more like works of art in her hands.
"Well, he said that I don't need to stay in the second year of high school." Jiang Xinchen looked at Meng Fu fiddling with these machines. He was not angry, but just looked at the machines in Meng Fu's hands curiously. "What is this?"
Meng Fu paused and said, "Make a small aircraft."
Jiang Xinchen's eyes lit up. He had heard Yang Hua say that Meng Fu could do almost everything. Her mobile phone was made by Meng Fu herself. "What can this aircraft do?"
Meng Fu fiddled with the robotic arm and replied slowly, "It has many uses. For example, it can fly into a military base and no radar can detect it."
Jiang Xinchen looked at Meng Fu with sparkling eyes, "Sister, you are amazing."
"Otherwise, why is she your sister?" Meng Fu asked casually.
Meng Fu was busy and stayed at the Jiang family for a day, and rushed to the capital on the third day of the New Year.
Capital city.
The Yang family went to Old Lady Duan's house to pay New Year's greetings on the second day of the New Year. On the third day, they should have gone to pay New Year's greetings to the relatives of the Duan family. However, Meng Fu, Yang Hua and Jiang Xinchen came today, and almost no one in the Yang family went out.
Waiting for Meng Fu and others to come at home.
Meng Fu and his friends caught the earliest flight. Although there was a traffic jam on the road, they still managed to arrive at the gate of the Yang family at 11 o'clock.
Yang family.
Pei Xi put down the New Year gift and stood up with Yang Baoyi.
Outside, Butler Yang said with a smile, "Miss Baozhu is back!"
Mrs. Yang stood up immediately, and Yang Lai's eyes lit up. He controlled the wheelchair and walked outside.
Pei Xi sat on the sofa without looking up.
Outside, Yang Hua, Meng Fu, Meng Xun and Jiang Xinchen came in.
The servants carried back the gifts one by one.
Mrs. Yang had already prepared three big red envelopes. She handed them to the three children and smiled: "I have been counting the days, and I have finally seen you back!"
Meng Fu took off her scarf, walked in coldly, and greeted everyone one by one, "Uncle, aunt," and when she saw Yang Baoyi, she paused, "Aunt."
Meng Xun followed Meng Fu's call.
Yang Baoyi put down her teacup and nodded slightly at them.
Pei Xi continued to drink tea calmly.
Jiang Xinchen was the only one he didn't recognize, so Yang Lai personally introduced them, "Xinchen, this is Aunt Afu, and this is my eldest cousin, you can just call them the same."
"Baoyi, Xixi, this is Afu's other brother, Jiang Xinchen," Yang Lai said to Yang Baoyi with a smile, "He is a sophomore in high school this year and transferred to Beijing to study. But his math is not so good."
Jiang Xinchen was very polite, and placed his hands in front of him properly, "Aunt, cousin."
Yang Lai continued with a smile, "Xinchen, your cousin Xixi is very good at math. If you have any questions, remember to ask your cousin Xixi."
Behind them, the corners of Meng Xun's mouth twitched.
Meng Fu didn't pay attention and went to the greenhouse to see the flowers planted by Yang Hua.
Jiang Xinchen smiled, but was very calm, "Okay, thank you uncle."
Yang Baoyi looked at Jiang Xinchen and smiled faintly, "He's a good kid."
No desire to communicate more.
Pei Xi put down the teacup, glanced at Jiang Xinchen, and said nothing. He just stood up and said, "Uncle, aunt, aunt, I have something to do and can't stay for dinner. I have to leave first."
Madam Yang, who was talking to Yang Hua, tried to persuade them to stay: "Are you in such a hurry? If you don't stay for dinner, Baozhu will be here soon."
Pei Xi shook her head calmly, "No, I have to go to the lab. My grandmother wants to meet a professor with me at noon today, and I have to go to the School of Engineering in the afternoon. I've been very busy with research recently."
Yang Lai smiled and said, "Xixi is a big celebrity now and is very busy. Don't delay her work."
Mrs. Yang knew that Pei Xi was busy, so she and Yang Lai sent the two of them out.
After the two left, Yang, the housekeeper, saw that Jiang Xinchen didn't seem to care much, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't look at Miss Pei like this, she has entered the nuclear submarine research center and is now the youngest researcher in the team. But you probably won't see her normally. You can also ask Master Zhao Lin, he has already submitted an application to Continental University."
greenhouse.
Meng Fu looked at the dark, hard soil in the corner, then at the small cluster of green sprouts, and couldn't help but feel doubtful.
Can this thing really grow in here?
In my pocket, the phone rang.
She thought it was Dean Li who came to see her, but unexpectedly it was Teacher Galton.
"Teacher," Meng Fu poked the hard soil with his hand and spoke lazily, "I remember I handed in the test last semester, right?"
"You submitted it, but you didn't receive the medal. The paper has been published in Nature." Galton put down what he was holding. "It's not entirely about that. Did you participate in the projects of the key laboratories?"
"Dean Li hasn't contacted me yet." Meng Fu wasn't sure.
She still had something to ask Dean Li. Meng Xun and Jin Zhiyuan were also in his hands. If he came to her, she couldn't refuse unless the difficulty was too great.
"Okay, I've already taken the award for you," Galton said without urging Meng Fu, "Come back and get your stamp when you have time. If you're sure you'll participate, remember to find me. I have a research project here."
After they finished talking, Galton hung up the phone.
Next to him, the assistant handed him a pile of documents. "These are patents from last two months. They have just been sent here and need your review."
Every year, it takes two or three months for most new certificates to be sent to the federation, so Galton had to help Meng Fu handle it by express delivery himself.
Galton picked up the proofs and read them one by one.
Stamp them one by one.
Glancing at an argument next to it, Galton paused, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and reached out to pick it up and take a look -
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