She lay on the table and surfed the Internet. It was night in China. Half of the Spring Festival Gala was put on, every household was having the reunion dinner, and the circle of friends was hanging on the table.

Song Ran took a random look and searched for nearby hot spots on the Internet. There were still endless wars and terrorist attacks. Yesterday, Cangdi's terrorists bombed a bus and killed thirty-one people.

A motorcycle rang downstairs, and Song Ran dropped her phone and ran to the window. It was not Li Zan.

He parked the car and pulled out the car with the keys.

"Ah Zan!" She leaned out of the window.

Li Zan looked up and smiled at her. The golden sunshine shone on his face, making him look handsome and timeless.

He ran into the corridor, Song Ran poured a small basin of clear water on the table, went to open the door, and when the door opened, he happened to walk to the front of the door, and the two almost bumped into each other and smiled.

He walked in, reached out to the door, lowered his head and kissed her nose. She shrank her neck itchy and smelled the smell of sweat and smoke on his body.

"Wash it first."

"Hey." Li Zan took off her coat, dipped it in a towel and wiped her face and neck.

Song Ran paved the rice and cooked it on the cartridge stove. He then cleared the computer notebook on the table aside: "Have you called Dad?"

Li Zan made himself feel refreshed and sent a video to Li's father. His father spent the New Year with his grandparents in the countryside, and his uncles were all there, and he was having a happy time.

Song Ran poked his head and grinned: "Hello Uncle Li."

When Li's father saw her, he smiled happily and said that he would let her go to the house to play after returning home.

"Okay." Song Ran said, "I will be able to go home in another month."

After chatting about the video, the rice was steamed and the fragrance radiated.

Song Ran put all the rice into a lunch box, fryed the eggs first, and said, "We returned to China in March, and it was exactly March last year when we returned to Jiangcheng with you."

Li Zan thought for a while, grabbed a few grains of rice and put them in his mouth, and said, "Unknown to me, a year has passed."

"Time flies so fast." Song Ran said, putting the fried eggs on the lid of the lunch box, "Hey? Why did you start eating?"

Li Zan took a fork and scooped a piece of white rice. He just handed it to his mouth and opened his mouth. He glanced at her and put it back obediently.

Song Ran put cucumbers into the pot and smiled and said, "Eat it. I think eating rice is tasteless."

Li Zan scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth and said vaguely: "I haven't eaten rice for a long time." After eating, he said, "Bread and ham are going to be vomited. When I return to China, I will never eat bread or biscuits in my life."

Song Ran smiled and poured the cucumber soup into the lunch box, and fryed another beef: "There is really no green chili in China, only bell peppers. I have been looking for these for a day. I don't know if they taste delicious, just let it go."

Li Zan was very satisfied.

He could not satisfy such New Year's Eve dinner with fried eggs, cucumber soup, and red pepper beef.

There were not many bowls, and the red pepper beef was served in the pot; there were no chopsticks, and the two of them ate the same bowl of rice with forks.

"The taste seems average," Song Ran said, "No salt, and no other seasonings."

Li Zan smiled with a bent eyes: "I think it's delicious."

"You promised whatever I do." Song Ran muttered, rubbing his feet under the table.

Li Zan opened two cans of Coke, handed her one, and said, "Click a cup?"

Song Ran picked up the Coke can and touched him lightly, and put them together: "Today's New Year's Eve, do you want to say New Year's greetings?"

Li Zan said: "I hope you are healthy, write books smoothly, and feel good every day."

Song Ran said: "Then I hope you will be safe and safe, and all your wishes will come true."

He laughed: "This is too greedy."

She said, "No greed. I know you don't have many wishes, so it doesn't matter, it can all come true."

"Ah Zan," she asked, "what do you have in this moment?"

Li Zan sucked the Coke, smiled slightly, and said, "I want to go home."

"I think too. It's okay, I'll go back soon."

He raised his hand and touched her head.

I'm homesick.

However, with her here, I feel like home.

It was a simple three-course dish, and the two of them ate it cleanly, and there was no left of rice.

Outside the window, night falls.

At this time, it was already past midnight in China, and it was the time to set off fireworks for the New Year.

Li Zan glanced at the time and said, "It's still early, I'll take you to a place."

"where?"

"You will know when you go." Li Zan took out a thick coat from her box and changed it to her, put on a hat and mask.

The temperature difference between day and night here is large, and at night, the temperature can drop below ten degrees.

Song Ran climbed onto the motorcycle and hugged his waist tightly.

The motorcycle speeded towards the southern suburbs.

Passing through the empty and dilapidated streets, you will soon arrive at the edge of a desert outside.

At night, the boundless desert showed another kind of scenery.

There are stars in the night sky, and the horizon is slightly open-air. The golden desert that stretches during the day turns a little white in the night.

The night wind is strong, and thin sand is raised, like a hazy gauze curtain.

Song Ran slipped out of the car and looked around curiously. He thought that this was the purpose he brought her. When he got out of the car, she rubbed against him.

Li Zan turned his head and took off his mask, put it in her arms, and asked, "Is it cold?"

"A little bit." She rubbed his legs.

He pulled her hat down and tied the mask she had just pulled off: "Leng and take off the mask?"

She frowned: "What if you want to kiss me?"

Li Zan was stunned, his clear eyes lit up in the night. He raised a smile on the corner of his lips, fiddled with her ears and took off the mask, lowered his head and kissed her.

She leaned her head up in his arms, gently sucked his lips, and rubbed her softly.

The wind and sand were blocked outside, and there were only lingering breaths between each other in the narrow space, and the warm breaths blended, gradually warming up on the skin.

She was so fascinated by the kiss that she was so fucked.

When he let go of her, under the night, her eyes were clear and her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with love when she looked at him.

His heart softened, his cheek rubbed against her, and he asked with a low smile: "Is it hot now?"

She gently slapped his chest.

Li Zan smiled and lifted the motorcycle cushion, moved out three cubes from the storage box, and placed side by side on the sand not far away.

It turned out to be fireworks.

It's just that there is no outer packaging, it's all rolled up paper tubes.

Song Ran was surprised: "Where did you buy it?"

"Buy?" Li Zan squatted on the ground and looked back at her, "There is still a sale in Dongguo now?"

She immediately reacted: "You made it yourself? You can also make fireworks?"

"..." Li Zan looked at her, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you think this thing has a higher technical content than a bomb?"

Song Ran chuckled, rushed over his back and hugged his neck, and shook it twice: "It's hard to find materials."

"It's not difficult," he said, "I stole some of the materials I usually make bombs. Fortunately, I was not found."

"Will they say you if they are discovered?"

"No. If those guys find out, they have to do it every now and then."

"You didn't do it for them to play?"

Li Zan said: "Am I crazy? Do you make fireworks to make a group of men happy?"

Song Ran giggled, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "Then are you trying to make me happy?"

"..." Li Zan felt like he had dug a hole for himself.

She pecked his ear: "Azan, you are so nice."

He lowered his head and did not answer. He pursed his lips inadvertently, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm up, I'm going to light the fire."

"Oh." She immediately stood up and retreated three or four meters away.

Li Zan ignited the lighter, quickly ignited the three leads one by one, ran back behind Song Ran, and hugged her.

"Surp!" "Surp!" "Surp!"

The fireworks soared into the air, and the two looked up at the same time.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
To be continued...