Time passes without knowing it.

   It’s the Chinese New Year.

  Lu Jingzhi shook out the letter paper and showed it to Shen Nanwei, with an excited tone, "Zhuizhui is coming to town to celebrate the New Year."

  Shen Nanwei was applying a facial mask in the warm room—kindly provided by Lu Jingzhi. At this moment, she opened her eyes and looked at the letter paper. The letter seemed to still carry the smell of the ice and snow outside, mixed with the fragrance of ink, which was refreshing.

   Read the familiar handwriting on the letter paper at a glance.

   "I'm a little nervous." Shen Nanwei swallowed and said honestly.

  She was so nervous that she started picking at her clothes, which was something Shen Nanwei would never do.

  Why are you nervous?

Because on a dark and stormy night, she couldn't sleep and woke up Lu Jingzhi to have a heart-to-heart talk. Perhaps the darkness was too much to stimulate her inner desires. She said sadly that she missed her son. Then, under Lu Jingzhi's adjustment, she Decided to meet her son this Chinese New Year.

   "This New Year's gift is definitely the finale surprise." Lu Jingzhi vowed.

  Shen Nanwei was very melancholy, "Are you sure it's not a shock?"

   "Of course not. Your reaction to rebirth and time travel is as flat as water. How bad is Chau Zhui? He's your son! It's up to you!" Lu Jingzhi said firmly.

  Shen Nanwei stood up, "What you said makes sense."

   Her son just followed her.

   But when things came to an end, I was still a little worried.

   "I only told Zhui Zhui to one person, and I feel ashamed of Lou Lou," Shen Nanwei sighed, "That kid is very good at cutting corners."

  What she didn't say was that in the days after her death, Xu Shulou must have cried in secret many times.

  Lu Jingzhi: "Then let's talk about it."

  Shen Nanwei gave her a sad look.

  My baby girl doesn't understand her sadness.

   "Take off the mask, the time is up."

  Shen Nanwei went to get busy, washing her face, washing her hands, taking care of her skin, and so on. While wiping her hands slowly, she said that she actually fell in love with serving herself with her own hands. It was a different kind of happiness to pass the time.

  Lu Jingzhi said she didn't understand, after all, she has been serving herself for so many years.

  Although the family is rich, this house in the village is their pure land. They don’t buy girls and don’t let people in. They live here as if they are in a secret base, and they are very happy.

  There are countless gifts for this year's festival.

  Jiang Tanyue still only picked their favorite food, and piled the rest in the warehouse.

   Calculating that the time is either today or tomorrow, Yan Qingzhui will be able to reach the town. Lu Jingzhi wakes up early in the morning, puts the snow cake on his head and prepares to go out arrogantly.

  Opened the door and took a look, then laughed.

   "What are you doing at my house?"

  Ji Fei came here because she was unwilling to be dragged along.

  After going through the last incident, she had a psychological shadow on this place.

   After so long, I finally adjusted my mind.

   She didn't expect to think of anything, and when she opened the door, she saw the person who harmed her last time. Immediately, her hands were faster than her mind, and she pulled out the whip from her waist and swung it over.

Another woman who just got off the carriage couldn't help screaming, her eyes were wide open, and she was about to call the guards to stop her, when she saw a beautiful girl with a high ponytail who didn't even blink her eyes, she didn't know what to do Raising her hand, the whip in Ji Fei's hand was in her hand.

   With a volley, it made a crisp sound.

  The blue veins on the wrist are looming, like emeralds inlaid on white jade, more like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.

   It was just a random movement, sharp and wanton, much more aggressive than Ji Fei.