Withered Broken Ice Blue

Chapter 142 Drawing King 8

As long as you have money, you can see gorgeous fireworks at any time, anywhere and on any festival, but the scene of having dinner with his family is what Chi Feiwan dreams of.

Even a million-dollar fireworks show is not as good as having family sit together and eat New Year’s Eve dinner during the Spring Festival.

Song's mother paused visibly, "Child, don't you live with your parents?"

Chi Feiwan shook his head and said, "I live with my third brother."

"She is not from Haicheng. She and her third brother came to Beijing to study." Song Jinan explained.

Song's mother was a little confused. "The education in Haicheng is not bad. Why did your parents send you to Beijing to study?"

If you say that studying in Beijing is cheap, you are just dreaming.

The consumption in Beijing is much higher than in other cities, not to mention studying. You should know that several 211,985 universities in China are in Beijing, so how can studying be cheap?

If Song's mother loved surfing the Internet, it would be even less likely that she would have such an idea.

Chi Feiwan's thick eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Whenever someone asked her this question, she seemed to have lost the ability to speak and didn't know how to explain.

Normally, most parents, unless they have a compelling reason or difficulty, would not be willing to send their children to such a faraway place to study. Even if they really have to send their children away, these parents will often choose to accompany their children there in person, rather than leaving their children alone to study in a foreign land where they are unfamiliar with the environment.

Whenever Chi Feiwan couldn't answer a question, Song Jin'an would help him explain, "Studying in Beijing has its advantages. Maybe Wanwan's parents took this into consideration."

Song Jinan knew the inside story. If Chi Feiwan's parents loved her, would they send a seven-year-old girl to Beijing to study alone?

The answer is no, but he cannot say that. This is Chi Feiwan's pain. It is wrong to put other people's pain openly as a topic of discussion.

Everyone has their own sensitive corners and things that are difficult to talk about. If we choose to ignore these and use them as jokes or topics of conversation during small talk, it will undoubtedly cause great harm to the person involved.

This is also how Song Jinan's father taught him to behave in society when he was a child.

When interrogating prisoners, Song's mother would never use other people's pain to force them to speak out.

As if she realized the seriousness of the question, Song's mother did not ask any more questions.

Continue to put the dishes into Chi Feiwan's bowl.

Song's mother always had a warm smile on her face. "After dinner, let's play games together."

"Stay and celebrate the New Year with us, Wanwan, can I call you that?" Song's mother looked at Chi Feiwan with smiling eyes.

Chi Feiwan nodded, and her beautiful blue eyes were gleaming with light.

In fact, Song's mother was very curious whether Chi Feiwan was mixed-race. She knew that there was something in the world called colored contact lenses.

Whether she wore it or not, she was just curious.

The job of washing dishes was naturally given to the only man present. Before Song's mother fell ill, the family had a dishwasher, but after she fell ill, in order to save money, and because there were only two people in the family and very few dishes to wash, the dishwasher was sold.

Song Jinan stood at the kitchen door wearing an apron, "Mom, don't forget to take your medicine."

"I know." He turned around and complained to Chi Feiwan, "My son is always nagging, even more than my mother."

Chi Feiwan pursed her lips and smiled, "Auntie, I'm just concerned about your health."

"I know, but when I think of Song Jinan nagging me, I can't empathize with her." Song's mother smiled.

It's hard to imagine that the face that should have been handsome and charming has become so nagging at this moment.

He is like a caring old nanny, urging you to take medicine every day without getting tired of it.

The kitchen and the living room are not far away. Song Jinan is washing dishes in the kitchen. The sound of water can reduce the sound of Song's mother complaining about her to Chi Feiwan.

He didn't care. He was content as long as there was someone to chat with her mother and willing to listen.

Song Jinan cleaned up everything in the kitchen before taking off her apron and coming out.

Song's mother asked Song Jinan to take out the playing cards.

Chi Feiwan sat obediently on the sofa, his cell phone telling him that the battery was low.

She didn't check the battery level of her phone before going out and didn't bring a charger. It would be fine if it was an Android phone, but she didn't.

Chi Feiwan turned the screen brightness to the lowest and turned off the data traffic to reduce power consumption as much as possible.

Song Jinan moved the coffee table in the living room aside. He sat on the carpet and placed the playing cards on it.

Song's mother touched him and asked, "Go and get those little pieces of paper you were playing with before?"

Song Jinan looked at her suspiciously, "Aren't we playing Landlord?"

Song's mother rolled her eyes and said, "Who said playing Landlord? That's so boring. Let's play Turtle Shooting instead."

Song Jinan had no choice but to get up and get the small notes that had not been used up.

The notes were long blank strips, and there were a lot of them.

"Was it prepared in advance?" Chi Feiwan couldn't help but ask.

Song Jinan pushed the strips aside and said, "No, I made these when my grandmother, my mother and I played the game of drawing turtles during Chinese New Year a few years ago."

Those white strips were cut neatly and it was obvious that they were not torn by hand.

Chi Feiwan blushed and lowered his head, "I don't know how to play the game of drawing turtles."

She even learned how to play Landlord from watching videos online. In reality, she had never even touched it.

Many high school students at Chi Feiwan's age are very good at playing Mahjong, not to mention Landlord.

"The rules of the Turtle Poker game are very simple. During the game, you need to draw a prepared card first and put it on the table. Then the cards are distributed to the remaining people. Everyone has two cards that can form a pair, and they can play the cards until they have no cards left. This is considered the winner of the game. The person with the most cards in his hand will become the so-called turtle, and the loser will be punished." A smile bloomed on Song Jinan's handsome lips, and the tone of his voice was clear and pleasant.

Song Jinan's slender fingers like green onions were seen flexibly fiddling with the playing cards in his hand. He skillfully pulled out the jokers and cards with dots one by one and placed them aside.

Then, he sorted and combined the remaining cards at a dazzling speed. After this series of smooth operations, the originally disorganized playing cards were neatly stacked into a stack and placed steadily in the center of the table.

Throughout the whole process, Song Jinan's movements were elegant and neat, without any unnecessary delay, which was pleasing to the eye.

The first game was more like playing with Chi Feiwan. The waterproofing was quite obvious. After one round, Song Jinan and Song's mother both had long strips of scars on their faces.

After becoming thoroughly proficient, the mother and son started to play seriously.

In terms of luck, Song's mother has always been good.

After three rounds, Chi Feiwan had the most long lines on her face, almost covering her beautiful face.

The setting sun shines into the house, dyeing the walls golden.

Laughter echoed in the room.

Song Jinan looked at her mother, whose face was smiling so much that it broke, and the smile in her eyes became even bigger.

Compared to Song's mother's usual superficial optimism, he hoped that his mother could be happy from the bottom of her heart like she was today.

Halfway through the game, Chi Feiwan saw the clock on the wall and stood up abruptly, "Oh no, I forgot the time."

Chi Feiwan dropped the playing cards in his hand and smiled apologetically, "Auntie, I have to go back. Thank you for your hospitality today."

Song's mother also stood up and said, "Stay for dinner."

Chi Feiwan waved his hand, "No, I really have to go."

After saying that, Chi Feiwan took his down jacket and cell phone and went to the door to change his shoes.

Seeing this, Song's mother told Song Jinan, "Go and see Wanwan off."