Chapter 789: New Year's Eve Every Year

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Mr. Lu grabbed the rag and hurriedly shooed people away, "Go quickly, be careful. If the grass grows taller, it will be difficult to pull it out."

Yan Huan stood up, turned around and left, but after taking a few steps, he turned around again.

"Why don't you use a wheelchair anymore?" She asked again without fear of death.

"I'm not sick. What kind of wheelchair should I use?" Mr. Lu rolled his eyes.

"Oh..." Yan Huan really wanted to ask, wasn't she not sick before, and was she still in a wheelchair? Of course, she was not so ignorant, she knew the shortcomings of Mr. Jie Lu.

She went to the fields to pull weeds, paying no attention to the outside world, just arguing with Mr. Lu over nothing. While working on the fields, she would sometimes forget the passage of time and the passage of time.

At this time, the Chinese New Year was getting closer, and it snowed again outside. This time it snowed very hard. The goose-feather snow was spread flat on the vegetable field. There were no vegetables in the greenhouse. Nothing was planted on the land, but the several acres of greenhouses were as warm as ever inside, and the vegetables were growing very well.

Yan Huan likes to stay here the most, taking off her coat, taking care of these young seedlings, watching them grow from seeds to young seedlings, and then from young seedlings to such a big size. Every time she can get a kind of insights and thoughts from it. It is also empty and clear, and the body is getting better and better because of the surging nourishment of these lives.

And she doesn't care about external affairs. As for whether there are still public opinions about her on the Internet, she doesn't care much. In fact, the entertainment industry is a place where people can easily forget it. Maybe now she has thousands of In the crowd, she was forgotten by everyone, just like she was in the previous life.

Maybe there are some things she can't escape, such as this forgetfulness.

When she came out of the sun shed, she was already covered in dirt because she had pulled out a lot of grass. Mr. Lu was holding the vase every day. He was in a very good mood and no longer sat in a wheelchair. Of course, his face was red.

"Is it so dirty?" Mr. Lu threw something away, and Yan Huan quickly caught it. Oh, it was the rag Mr. Lu used to clean the vase.

She took the rag without politeness and wiped it on her clothes. However, there was a smell of earth all over her body, which could not be wiped off.

She went in and took a shower and changed clothes. When she came out, the old man was still holding the vase and wiping it every day without fear of peeling off the vase's skin.

"Grandpa, the Chinese New Year is coming soon," Yan Huan sat down, propped up her head, and moved her fingers gently on the table. Did she need to live back? It's just that she didn't want to see it, and she wasn't willing to accept it from others. Any vision.

Disdainful, sympathetic, pitiful, and disgusting, she would rather stay with the vegetable patch every day.

"So what, we celebrate the New Year every year," Mr. Lu said. He has lived for such a long time. When he was a child, he always looked forward to the Chinese New Year. When he was young, he felt that it was no longer interesting. Now that he is old, he doesn't care if he can't celebrate the New Year. What's the difference? Anyway, after one year, he will be one step closer to death. Now the loess will be buried up to his neck.

"Don't worry," Mr. Lu carefully wiped his vase again, "No one will come to celebrate the New Year this year. I'm too lazy to say hello."

Yan Huan curled her lips, and it was considered a smile. In fact, she really couldn't smile.

This year may be the loneliest year she has ever lived. Even at that time last year, she could spend time with Lu Yi's tombstone, but Lu Yi was no longer her Lu Yi, and she didn't want it anymore.

And every time she thought of this name, it was true that she still felt a little painful, but it would eventually pass. Who said that there is no injury that time cannot heal, and there is no wound that cannot be healed, right?

She thought she would forget it, she would definitely forget it.

She disguised herself again, with a scarf, a mask, glasses, a hat, and a coat that almost covered her from head to toe. She looked like this, and no one could recognize her.

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Lu frowned, "Look at what you're wearing. Can you walk?"

"It's okay," Yan Huan tried to walk a few steps. She was a little fatter than when she first came. Fortunately, the clothes were big enough and she could fit her whole body inside. She shook the wallet in her hand again, "I'm going to buy new year's goods."

"You buy it?" Mr. Lu said with a long face, "So many people need you to buy it?"

"Process," Yan Huan stuffed his wallet into his pocket, "I'm just enjoying shopping."

"Go, go, get away, I'll get annoyed when I see you," Mr. Lu waved his hand and drove the person away. He was always wandering around in front of him every day, which was very annoying.

Yan Huan walked out. Fortunately, although she wore a lot of clothes, she did not stagger. The clothes blocked the wind, frost, and cold air. She stretched out her fingers.

All ten fingers are as swollen as carrots. Although I apply medicine every day, they have never gotten better. They have always been like this. However, fortunately, this year they are much lighter than in previous years, and there are no cracks. Let it stay swollen like this, and it will naturally subside in the spring of next year.

She drove Mr. Lu's car and had already left the house. Then she drove the car to the outside of a large shopping mall. Although it was not the weekend, there were a lot of people. The Chinese New Year was coming soon. Although most people had not yet had their holidays, the flow of people in the mall was still several times more than usual.

Yan Huan took her wallet and walked in. She just wandered around here casually. She bought what she could buy and didn't think about buying what she couldn't buy. In fact, there was nothing missing at home. She just wanted to experience the taste of the Chinese New Year. Although the taste of the New Year has become weaker and weaker, the New Year is still the most favorite festival for Chinese people. In addition to the holidays of these few days, it still means reunion.

Chinese people like to celebrate the Chinese New Year and attach the most importance to it, even if the taste of the New Year is weaker year by year.

Of course, for actors like them, if there is a film that can be added to the Lunar New Year file, then the box office will be expected. This year, Linlang also has a film that has entered the Lunar New Year film, and it has attracted much attention. I think the box office will not be low.

In this year, besides her disappearance, the news about Lu Qin and Su Muyan also faded a lot. Yan Huan knew that Su Muyan should have been diagnosed with that kind of disease.

What does other people's affairs have to do with her? Su Muyan is not hers. She doesn't know whether she is sick or not, and she doesn't want to know.

"How about this one? Do you think it looks good on me?" Suddenly, a voice came to her ears, familiar and uncomfortable.