"What about red envelopes?"

Miss sun frowned at Zhang Fu.

Zhang's father hurriedly took out two big red bags from the bag he brought back. "Here they are."

He hands the red bag to Gu Nianjia.

Sun Lifen looked at minding Jia lovingly and said, "Jiajia, this is the lucky money that your uncle and I gave you."

Although grandpa also gives lucky money every year, it's grandpa. She's so grown-up. She's embarrassed to have lucky money outside. She shakes her head and refuses, "I'm so old. What's lucky money?"

Sun frowned. "In front of your parents, you are always children."

This sentence, like a thorn pierced into the bottom of the most vulnerable place.

It is said that in front of her parents, she will always be a child, but she has no father since she was a child and has never felt the love of a mother.

So she often saw this sentence, but it never had anything to do with her.

Today finally Finally someone said this to her. For a moment, she wanted to call sun Lifen's mother in advance.

She looked up at Sun Lifen and the red bag in Zhang Fu's hand.

First, she held out one hand, trembling. Suddenly she thought of something. She paused in the air. Then she held out another hand and reached for the red bag.

Then he stood up and bowed down to thank Mr. Sun and Mr. Zhang.

Her eyes and the tip of her nose are a little sour, and also slightly red, afraid of being seen, she sat down and immediately bowed to eat.

This is the first time she has such a lively new year's Eve dinner.

Although very happy, but still very regrettable, still feel flawed, in the heart still can't help but miss home, miss Mom.

After dinner, Mr. Sun and his family would wrap dumplings in the living room and watch the Spring Festival Gala. At nine o'clock, they would set off fireworks. Gu Nianjia helped roll out the dumpling skin for a while and was absent-minded.

Zhang Jingyu saw that mindfulness was heavy, and he said lightly, "go upstairs and read. I haven't read a book yet."

As soon as he said this, he received the scorn and disdain of his three sisters.

"Zhang Jingyu, I'm afraid you're the devil. This new year's day, kindergartens are off. Your university teacher's management is really broad and strict."

make complaints about her.

Miss sun's eyesight is no worse than that of Zhang Jingyu. She knows that Zhang Jingyu can see that she has something on her mind. She wants her to go upstairs and be quiet.

She pretended to blame Zhang Xiaosan. "I'm afraid my daughter-in-law is tired. You really have no Eq."

After listening to miss sun's words, the second sister also inserted a sentence with a smile, "this is to know that it hurts my daughter-in-law, and I don't know that it hurts my sister."

Pretend to be jealous.

As soon as the second child's voice fell, he received the look that Miss Sun despised. "A single dog is not worthy of heartache."

"Zhang Jingyu's sisters:" the heart of the mother

Miss Gu Nianjia is not polite to miss sun either. She put down her work and went upstairs.

She went into her room, immediately took out her mobile phone, clicked on Song Changwen's wechat, and sent her a message: "Mom, happy new year."

After the news was sent out, she went to the bedside and threw her mobile phone on the bed. Then she lay down on the bed with her feet still on the ground.

"Ding"

the mobile phone suddenly rings a wechat prompt. She turns her head and looks at the screen. It's from Song Changwen.

She immediately picked it up and looked at the message, "happy new year."

Miss Jia blinks, thinking that she is wrong, she will send the same blessing words in the past years, even if the news is always sinking, but she still insists on sending.

It has become a habit.