Chen Nan, that girl, only caused hatred for herself.

"However, if you hate it, hate it."

"Anyway, they don't like me, it's not a day or two."

Ye Fan said lightly, with a calm and breezy look.

After the mother and son talked and played, Ye Fan went to play with Jing Jing.

At this time, it was the twenty-sixth day of the first month of the lunar calendar, and there were only four days left before New Year's Eve.

These few days are also the busiest period of the Chinese New Year.

Almost every day, Ye Fan took Lu Wenjing to the markets in nearby towns to buy New Year's goods and Spring Festival couplets.

Of course, it was inevitable to buy some snacks for Lu Wenjing.

After coming to Yeyang Town for only a few days, Lu Wenjing was raised by Ye Fan, and her face grew bigger.

This little girl seemed to like this kind of life too, several times her parents called and asked her to go home, but Lu Wenjing refused to go back, saying that she would celebrate the New Year with brother Xiaofan here.

Regarding this, Lu Mingze and his wife were very helpless.

As for Ye Fan's mother and son, they naturally wouldn't mind Lu Wenjing staying longer.

Especially Ye Ximei, who has been alone for so many years, now that Ye Fan is back, coupled with this chattering, lively and cute little girl, she immediately feels that the atmosphere of the year is much stronger.

The family is also bustling, and it is no longer as deserted as in previous years.

Sometimes, when Ye Ximei saw Ye Fan playing quietly, smiling, she would shed tears.

Those were tears of joy, tears of joy.

In the past, Ye Ximei was most afraid of the New Year.

In other people's homes, the husband and wife are harmonious, the children and grandchildren are full, and the family is happy.

But, after visiting her parents, she watched the Spring Festival Gala alone, watching the lights of thousands of houses outside, and watching the fireworks in the galaxy.

No one stood with her at dusk, no one asked her how warm the porridge was.

People, only during the holidays, will they really feel lonely.

Alone, that's not home.

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Time, like water running through your fingertips, keeps passing by.

As New Year's Eve approaches, the atmosphere of the year in the small town becomes more intense.

On the road, children are often seen in groups of three or four, setting off all kinds of firecrackers.

Some use cannons to fry cans, and some use cannons to fry ice.

There are even more brats who put cannons on the shit, and when someone passes by, they light the cannons and run away.

In the end, with a bang, there was a "heart-piercing" curse from passers-by. JrNovels.com