Ji Wenxu gradually adapted to living in the Zhao family, and he also sincerely felt that the Zhao family was different from those who took advantage of them when they were in trouble. They were good people with good character and easy to get along with.
When it comes to who is the most popular among them, out of some selfish motive, he wants to give this title to his sister.
My sister has a bad temper, but she is indeed likable.
He read and wrote every day, discussed lessons with his teacher, often went to pay his respects to the old lady, and repeatedly went to his sister to ask for some books to read.
Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Day.
Outside, the place was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and the atmosphere was festive. Maids and servants were running around, hanging red lanterns and pasting up couplets. Zhao Minghe and Zhao Mingyan even got together to set off firecrackers, making the place very lively.
Yu Huan leaned on the window and looked out for a while, then turned around and continued to read his notebook idly.
"Master Ji is here." The little maid's message was much briefer.
Ji Wenxu didn't even wait for her to finish her question before running in. He looked like he had been standing outside against the wall for a while, and his body was warm.
Because it was New Year's Day, Mrs. Zhao made new clothes for everyone, including Ji Wenxu, the orange-red one he was wearing.
The bright color highlights the boldness of the boy's eyebrows and eyes. The hair tie has also turned red and is wrapped in the black hair, giving him a unique youthful vigor. You can vaguely see his cheerful and talkative demeanor when he was a young master.
His eyes were dark and his smile was warm and energetic. He took out a hot paper bag from behind and pushed it to Yu Huan.
"I bought it for my sister."
Before Yu Huan opened the bag, he smelled the fragrance first, and when he saw what was inside, his eyes lit up.
Baked sweet potatoes!
Her mood was suddenly filled with the sweetness brought by the sweet potato, but Zhao Yuhuan in the script would not be bribed by a roasted sweet potato, so she pretended to be unmoved.
He just didn't know that his series of micro-expressions had already been seen by the other party.
Ji Wenxu actually didn't care. He just saw Zhao Minghe and Zhao Mingyan running around outside, and thought of his sister who couldn't even go out. He heard the hawking outside, so he ran to buy some.
The New Year is almost here.
It’s better for my sister who has a bad temper to be happier.
?
At night, I went to the old lady’s courtyard to have the New Year’s Eve dinner.
If the warm room wasn't too small, they would have done it here.
Fortunately, the courtyard where the old lady lived was not far away. The maids stuffed a steaming hot hand warmer into her hands and covered her with a thick cloak before they dared to let her go.
The family reunited and naturally had a happy New Year's Eve dinner. Mr. Zhao was in a good mood and drank a lot of wine. The old lady was also very happy.
Yu Huan couldn't eat much and put down his chopsticks after a while.
There were several charcoal braziers burning in the room, making it very hot. She walked to the window, opened it a little, and looked at the stars in the sky.
At some point, a figure appeared on the other side of the window.
Perhaps because the atmosphere was so relaxing, Ji Wenxu spoke in a casual tone, joking: "Uncle, you have a good alcohol tolerance. You don't look drunk even after drinking so much."
Yu Huan glanced at it and said, "What's good about it? It's just that the alcohol takes a long time to take effect. Wait a minute, and he'll be lost."
"Is that so?" Ji Wenxu chuckled. It turned out that his sister would also say bad things about their father behind his back.
"Sister, what were you looking at just now?" he asked casually.
"Star."
"The star?" he demanded.
"The stars in your eyes." Yu Huan was extremely perfunctory.
"What are you doing?" The system was startled by her nonsense.
Yu Huan slapped his mouth with his own thoughts.
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down. Ji Wenxu had probably never heard such words before. He blinked and hesitated, "There are no stars in my eyes..."
Yu Huan's face was stern and fierce: "If I say yes, then yes."
Ji Wenxu was silent for a while, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
Not long after, Master Zhao really started to act crazy while drunk. With tears in his eyes, he hugged the wine jar and wailed: "Huanhuan, Huanhuan, it's Daddy who's sorry for you. It's Daddy who didn't raise you well, that's why you grew up so small..."
He clumsily patted the wine jar with his big hand, and felt it was smooth and slippery. For a moment, he thought that he had patted his daughter's hair off, and felt guilty and ashamed.
Others wanted to take the jar of wine away, but he held on to it tightly and couldn't be pulled away. They wanted him to go back and rest, but they couldn't pull him away no matter what.
"It would be great if there was a wheelchair." Yu Huan propped up his chin, "Just push him away."
"What is a wheelchair..." Ji Wenxu asked curiously.
"A chair with wheels." Yu Huan answered perfunctorily.
Ji Wenxu imagined it for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing. He felt that his sister had many strange ideas in her head.
The red lanterns fluttered gently, a symbol of joy and good fortune. It was snowing again, and the maids chirped, "Auspicious snow signifies a good harvest. The coming year will surely be a good one."
The howling Master Zhao finally allowed the servants to help him back to his room. Zhao Mingyan and Zhao Minghe were playful and ran outside to light firecrackers, which would vibrate their ears every once in a while.
The lively atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is always filled with the warmth of family love, which lowers people's defenses.
The two figures leaning against the window seemed to be drawn closer together.
…
Despite taking every precaution on the way there, Yu Huan still couldn't prevent himself from being blown by the wind by the window, and fell ill when he returned.
I couldn't get up the next day and was forced to drink twice the amount of medicine.
Early in the morning, Ji Wenxu wanted to go to the warm room to wish his sister a happy new year.
Before he even entered, he saw a maid hurriedly carrying a steaming pot of medicine. Seeing him, she kept walking and said, "Master Ji, please come back another day. Our young lady was too cool yesterday and caught a cold wind, so she fell ill today."
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