On New Year’s Eve, Sheng Tang’s family gathered in the living room to watch the gala.
Sheng Tang and his younger brother occasionally exchanged words, causing laughter among everyone. The atmosphere was very lively, with the festive ambiance created by the TV.
"If we could set off fireworks, we wouldn’t sleep all night," said Granny. "In recent years, it’s beco more desolate, lacking the festive spirit."
"But the environnt has improved," Sheng Tang replied with a smile.
At nine in the evening, Gu Shiting returned to his room to have a video call with his parents.
That side was also bustling and extrely lively.
"Dad, Happy New Year," said Gu Shiting.
Mr. Gu smiled warmly, "Happy New Year to you too. Did you have fun at Tangtang’s house?"
"It was a lot of fun. Did Grandfather say anything?"
"He asked about you. I told him you were spending New Year’s at Tangtang’s house, which made him very happy. He said to bring Tangtang to see him soti," replied Mr. Gu.
Gu Shiting agreed.
His parents and sister each said a few words, and then he wished his grandpa a happy new year before hanging up.
Sheng Tang walked up behind him and asked, "Do you want to drive back?"
After all, they were in the sa city, and the distance was not far.
Gu Shiting shook his head.
He reached out and gently held Sheng Tang’s shoulder, "I want to stay up with you."
Sheng Tang patted his hand and naturally led him back to the living room.
The gala progressed and the performances beca increasingly spectacular.
Granny watched the actors with envy, "These children are all so lively and pretty."
She glanced at Sheng Tang and Gu Shiting, also two handso people, not losing to those on TV.
But Sheng Tang increasingly resembled Cheng Ruojun.
The New Year’s Eve festivity spread across thousands of households.
At this mont, Feng Yijin was at a clubhouse, having New Year’s dinner with her two uncles’ families.
Her elder uncle’s son, Han Xiaozheng, had committed an offense and was sent abroad by her uncle, not allowed to return for the New Year, leaving her aunt depressed.
Her younger brother played boisterously with her cousins, displaying a naive innocence.
She was the sa.
At the dinner table, her father scolded her again for being ignorant and disobedient over trivial matters.
Once her uncles used to speak up for her, but later they saw her becoming increasingly hopeless and stopped saying anything, rely telling her father, "It’s New Year’s, say fewer words. If you want to discipline the child, wait until after the holiday."
Feng Yijin clearly saw the disappointnt and disgust in her father’s eyes.
When did it start?
When she was little, her father loved her very much, often letting her ride on his shoulders, the two of them running around the yard.
She received so much affection that even after her mother’s death and her stepmother’s arrival, it hadn’t stirred the necessary sensitivity in her.
But everything had changed.
After finishing the New Year dinner, everyone went about their own activities. The chauffeur from Feng Yijin’s house was supposed to take her and her brother ho first.
But Feng Yijin held onto her elder aunt, "Aunt, can I go to your place and stay up with you?"
Her elder aunt was slightly stunned.
She didn’t have a daughter herself and was very close to Feng Yijin’s mother, having indeed treated Feng Yijin like her own daughter in the past.
But later...
The changes that ca later, she felt sowhat powerless and sowhat negligent.
Seeing her like this suddenly, her elder aunt’s heart moved, "Alright, you can stay at my place tonight."
Her father was about to say sothing but was pulled away by her stepmother.
In the car, her elder aunt couldn’t help but ask, "Yijin, is sothing wrong?"
Feng Yijin burst out crying unexpectedly.
She clutched her elder aunt’s hand tightly, "Aunt, help , I can’t save myself anymore, please help !"
Her elder aunt’s heart trembled violently.
"Everything was wrong. I know it, everything I did was wrong," Feng Yijin sobbed bleakly, "Save , aunt, you loved the most before."
Her elder aunt felt her eyes warm.
How did this child co to realize it?
But, fortunately, it wasn’t too late, her realization was not too late.
She hugged Feng Yijin tightly, "Don’t cry, I’m here for you. You’re still young, there’s ti for everything. Don’t cry! Be good!"
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