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From the next day, Song Meng set about raising funds. Yun thought about taking a day off at home, and went to Erbo's house for a reunion dinner at the age of thirty.

Their family reunion dinner is held once a year. Yun Zhiwu thinks about Yun now, but it is not enough. His shop is very colorful.

Although Yun Zhibin deliberately suppressed the price to be cheap and profitable, he was also praised by many parents.

"Sister, I want to learn painting. You and my mother talk about it." Yun Zhaozhao, the cousin of the Erbo family, pulled Yun to think and pleaded.

Yun Zhaozhao is Yun Zhiwu's youngest daughter. He is two and a half years younger than Yun Xiang. He just started high school this year.

"Like painting?" Yun asked softly.

"Well, I only like to paint." Yun Zhaozhao drummed his cheeks. "I didn't do well in the final exam."

This time the test scores have come out. Yun thinks about remembering that in July last year Yun Zhaozhao seemed to be admitted to her alma mater with her tail hanging.

"How many points did you take?" Yun thought about it.

"Less than five hundred..." Yun Zhaozhao replied quietly, "I'm so tired, I can't study anymore, I just want to paint in class."

"Go, take me to see what you drew." Yun thought about patting her shoulder.

Yun Zhaozhao also has her own small room, and she is happy to find out all her paintings and give it to Yun to think about it.

Yun thinks about turning page by page. She has also learned to paint herself, and her appreciation level is still there.

In the aspect of painting, Yun Zhaozhao is much more spiritual than her, and is very imaginative and creative.

After reading it, Yun Zhaozhao stared at her, and Yun thought about it: "I will help you talk."

Although he doesn't get along very much, Yun thinks about knowing that Erbo listens to Erbo Niang's words, and that Erbo Niang doesn't quite appreciate art, and always feels that painting music has no future.

Yun Zhaozhao was able to determine the direction of her struggle so early, and she naturally helped her as a sister.

Er Bo and Er Bo Niang trust her very much, not because she is a celebrity, but because she is the top student in the college entrance examination.

After eating and chatting, Yun thinks about specifically mentioning the art talents, and did not directly speak for Yun Zhaozhao.

She also mentioned her classmates who studied art in high school and talked about their current situation.

At the end, she sighed: "She told me that fortunately she was studying painting at that time, or even a decent university could not pass the exam, where could there be a chance to go abroad to exchange. Sure enough, there are 365 rows, there are champions."

Perhaps it was Yun Zhaozhao who told his parents to learn painting before. Erbo Niang asked in detail if he heard Yun think about it.

Yun thinks that it is natural to analyze all aspects to her.

If so, she would order it until it was too late.

After the reunion dinner, the little cousin Yun Miao dragged Yun's clothes and wanted to sign and give it to the classmates.

This little cousin is particularly beautiful, especially with her big watery eyes and fine long eyelashes. Although she is only eight years old, she doesn't like it. Yun thinks that she likes it too. Naturally, she is responsive.

After that, they went home and prepared their own dinner at home.

Yun Xiangsi is also busy in the kitchen before and after, so the family's happy atmosphere makes her like it very much.

After almost finishing, Yun thinks about seeing Song Mian sending a video to her on the phone.

It turned out that Song Mian was making New Year’s Eve dinner in the kitchen, and it was Uncle Song who recorded the video.

"Hey, in twenty-seven years, this kid made me New Year's Eve dinner for the first time. I was really flattered. Naturally, I had to work hard to promote it for him. Think about it, I will point at you and enjoy your mouth."

Yun Xiang thinks that Uncle Song is too cute and can't help laughing, but the video finally freezes every dish on the table, and Yun Yun thinks he's drooling.

Turn off the video, take the phone to the living room, shoot their family dinner and send them to the circle of friends, and find that the entire circle of friends is drying the dinner.

After dinner, the family gathered to watch a TV series, and it was just outside when it was dark.

Their family doesn't have the habit of keeping old, but every morning on the first day of the morning, Yun Zhibin has to rush to Guanyin Temple to incense.

At about 11:55, Song Mian called Yun Xiangxiang: "I want to count down with you for the New Year."

A very common sentence, Yun thought about it but sweetened his heart: "Are you keeping old?"

"Well, this is our family tradition." Song Mian replied, "Only for men."

The subtext is that if you marry me, you can go to bed early in the New Year.

Yun thought about how it might not be understood, but deliberately sternly said: "Does your family have a tradition of patriarchy?"

This is the case in ancient times, only men need to keep their years.

"Our family is just the opposite. Sons are more important than boys. My father has always regretted not having a caring daughter." Song Mian directly pulled his father out of the way to think about Yun. "I'm also persuading him to work harder."

Yun thought about covering her mouth and not letting her laugh out loud, which was a little rude, but Song Mian and Uncle Song were really happy: "You know you are angry with him."

"Since the last time my girlfriend taught me, I have been deeply introspective, and I have never been angry with him again."

Yun thinks about touching her slightly hot face, and digresses: "What are you going to do in the next few days?"

"There is no plan yet."

"I will be at home for the next few days and do homework to accompany my family. I will return to the Imperial Capital on the fourth day of the year.

The two chatted like this, and soon the time came.

Yun thinks of standing in front of the window and looking outside, silently counting down, five, four, three, two...

"Happy New Year." The New Year's bell rang, and the two spoke in unison.

"I won't tell you anymore, I have to reply to other people's wishes." Yun thought a little bit reluctantly.

Song Mian did not bother her, knowing that she had her own circle to be maintained, she hung up the phone decisively.

Pulling the desk and chair and sitting down, Yun thought about replying one by one. There were former classmates and friends from the circle who had known each other for more than two years.

She never responded to everyone like this in her previous life, which felt inexplicably good.

After the reply, Yun Zhibin also returned to the incense, and she turned off the light to sleep.

In the morning, she woke up at 5:30 and wore morning exercises. In order not to affect the rest of her brothers, she went outside.

Just walking to the playground, she saw a long figure, her heart thumped.

The closer she gets, the more familiar she feels. After seeing clearly, she quickly ran over: "How did you come? When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me? How many stations have you been here..."

Before Yun Xiang thought about the series of questions, he was pulled into his arms by Song Mian and hugged her tightly.

His confused, low-alcohol voice rang in her ear: "I miss you."

There has never been a person who makes him think so crazy that he can't sleep.