The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 299 Chinese New Year
"The way home~"

"Count the years and summers in a lifetime~ Count the ups and downs of the journey~"

"So much laughter, so much crying~"

"The way home~"

"..."

On New Year's Eve, the 2015 Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Horse is in progress, and King Liu is singing "The Way Home" with his unique voice.

This song of returning home is not only heard everywhere in China, but also in America and overseas, where our compatriots are also listening to it on the other side of the ocean.

It was still five in the morning in Los Angeles and the sky was still dark.

A yellow taxi was speeding all the way to Los Angeles Airport at a speed that completely exceeded the speed limit sign.

The driver was a white man with gray-brown curly hair and a patchy stubble on his chin. A lavender sachet was hung next to the air-conditioning vent in the car, symbolizing the secret connection between illegal immigrants and locals.

Sitting in the back seat was an Asian man wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses and a mask. The passenger was completely covered in a black windbreaker. Only occasionally, when the taxi turned and he leaned with it, one could catch a glimpse of his blue and white striped shirt from the unfastened collar of his windbreaker.

The driver, who was concentrating on driving, would occasionally observe the passenger behind him through the rearview mirror. To be honest, if the Asian man hadn't taken out a wad of money and asked him to take him to the airport as quickly as possible, I would have thought he was a staff member who had sneaked out of The Abbey (a well-known gay bar in Los Angeles).

This guy's skin is so white that he looks more like a white person than him!
After catching a glimpse of the other party's face when she just got in the car, the driver's heart was moved, thinking of the time when he and his ex-girlfriend with a beer belly and a thick beard ran freely along the west coast of California at sunset.

But I am a person who respects money, and the compensation given by the other party is equivalent to my monthly driving salary.

This money is enough for me to find a sexual friend who better suits my taste.

In the back seat of the car, a passenger was watching the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala on the other side of the ocean with his mobile phone, and King Liu's singing voice echoed in his Bluetooth headset.

To him, the Spring Festival Gala has no appeal at all. As a stay-at-home for many years, he only likes to relieve his loneliness by playing games. The thick calluses on his hands from years of holding the game controller are the best proof of this.

But the meaning of going home contained in this song always makes him lose his mind.

'Can I still go home? I don't think I'm going back to that home!'

The interior of the car was unusually quiet. The night scene of Los Angeles kept receding outside the window. After an unknown amount of time, the taxi stopped suddenly, and the passenger in the back seat almost hit his head on the backrest.

“Have a good one!”

The driver turned around and smiled at the passenger. The passenger turned around and saw the theme building of Los Angeles International Airport, which was shaped like an alien flying saucer.

The passengers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this; they had finally arrived!
He didn't bring any suitcases with him, so he said "thanks" to the driver and was about to get off. But then the driver suddenly said, "Wait!"

The passenger paused to open the door, and looked back, only to see the driver smiling and saying, "Sinian loves music!"

"..."

The passenger was stunned, and it took him a long time to realize that the other party was saying "Happy New Year".

"thank you, happy New Year!"

This time he answered the other party in Chinese, then took out a banknote from his wallet and placed it on the seat, then got out of the car and walked directly into the airport. He pretended not to hear the driver behind him saying "Happy New Year" and "May you make a fortune" in broken Chinese.

The winter wind in the United States was bitingly cold in the early morning. He tightened the collar of his windbreaker. He only had a thin layer of clothes underneath. He had no time to put on more clothes when he sneaked out, and he had no time to pack his luggage. Now there was only one thing in his mind, to get on the plane and fly back to Shanghai.

It was not about rushing back to have the New Year's Eve dinner, and besides, he couldn't make it in time. He just wanted to go back, that's all!

However, just as he was about to enter the terminal, two Asian men in black suits suddenly rushed out, grabbed his arms on the left and right, and dragged him back.

"you……"

He just opened his mouth to utter two words in horror when one of them covered his mouth. Then, regardless of his struggle, he dragged him towards the black Toyota Sienna parked outside the airport.

"Master Zhou, the master has ordered that you cannot return home now."

The man who was covering his mouth suddenly spoke at this time, but Zhou Chongguang struggled even harder when he heard this. He shouted, "Let me go, why can't I go back? I have already faked my death and had plastic surgery as required, why can't I go back!"

During the violent struggle, Zhou Chongguang's baseball cap fell off, revealing his dyed blonde hair, and his windbreaker was torn askew, revealing his blue and white striped hospital gown.

"I'm sorry, we are just following the master's orders."

"Is it because my body won't be seen at the funeral?"

Zhou Chongguang spoke again, and the person who had just spoken was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party already knew about this.

Just when he didn't know how to respond, Zhou Chongguang suddenly stopped struggling and said coldly: "Do you want me to really die?"

"How could that be?!" the man quickly replied, "Master Zhou, don't think too much. Your brother means that you need to stay in the United States for a while. You can go back after everything is arranged in the Magic City."

"My brother?" Zhou Chongguang sneered, "Will he still see me? He was responsible for the death countdown. Now that it has become like this, maybe he wants me dead too!"

"How can you think so much of Master Gong? He is your brother and he loves you very much."

"Ha ha……"

Zhou Chongguang could only sneer, and compared to before, this laugh was even more creepy.

He used to be my brother, but is he still my brother now?
The black Toyota was right in front of him, and Zhou Chongguang's eyes showed despair and sadness. In fact, according to the plan, he was supposed to wait a few months after the Chinese New Year before going back. However, when he accidentally learned about what happened at the fake funeral in Shanghai, he immediately realized that the situation had taken a turn for the worse.

If he doesn't go back soon, he may never be able to return to the Magic City.

After waiting for so long and finally seizing the opportunity of the New Year to sneak away from the hospital, I failed in the end!
Zhou Chongguang struggled a few more times and found that the two men still held his arms tightly. He could only sigh and give up his plan to escape.

"Master Zhou, the hospital has also prepared a New Year's Eve dinner for you. We have invited a local chef to cook it. I guarantee it will be the flavor of Shanghai."

Feeling that Zhou Chongguang's struggling force had disappeared, the person who was responsible for watching him breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the other party was disliked by the old man, it was not his turn to bully him, not to mention that Young Master Gong really loved the other party!
Zhou Chongguang did not answer, but followed them into the car. When the car started, he suddenly said, "Don't call me Master Zhou. My name is... Lu Shao now."

On the other side, just as Zhou Chongguang was grabbed by the arms and dragged away by two men in black suits at the airport gate, the driver who had just brought him there was still happily counting the income from this trip.

As soon as he finished counting and was about to leave, he saw in the rearview mirror that the customer he had just brought over was being dragged away like he was kidnapped.

"Oh no! honey!"

……

In an alley in the Magic City.

"Come here, Nannan, these are the ribs I stewed specially for you."

The newly replaced light bulb emits a white and bright light. Although it is a little dazzling, it illuminates the originally dim room.

The Spring Festival Gala live broadcast is being played on the old big-butt TV. With the development of the times, the biggest function of the Spring Festival Gala is to serve as background music for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Nan Xiang looked at the ribs in the bowl, her eyes slightly dazed.

Seeing that she didn't eat, her mother quickly explained: "Don't think too much. I didn't use the money you sent back to gamble. I saved it all! This is the money I saved to buy it for you." Hearing this, Nan Xiang came back to her senses and looked at the other party. Her lips moved slightly several times, and finally she lowered her eyes and shook her head and said: "I didn't think anything."

After saying that, she picked up the ribs in the bowl and started eating them.

Nan Xiang's mother laughed when she saw this, and quickly asked her daughter to try other dishes.

Doesn't she want to use this money for gambling?
The truth was that she couldn't get into a larger gambling house now, so she could only try her luck at some small gambling tables nearby. But you know what, her luck was pretty good at these small gambling tables. Not only did she not lose all, she even won a little the day before her daughter came back.

What is this called?
May you have surplus every year!

Next year’s luck will definitely be very good!
Unfortunately, her current capital is too little. This small gambling table in the neighborhood makes her feel a little dull, far inferior to the exciting pleasure brought by the big bets in the past.

It would be great if my daughter could help me with some money.

Nan Xiang didn't know that her own mother was planning to make a big move next year. As she ate the New Year's Eve dinner that her mother had prepared for her, she began to feel bitter.

He was extremely arrogant in the videos he shot, but was instantly brought back to his original form when he went home for the New Year. The red wine and luxury when he was with Gu Li, and the elegance and coolness in the company, were like a magnificent dream. When he stepped into this alley, the dream ended.

When she was a child, her parents divorced and she depended on her mother for everything. At that time, she thought that when she grew up, she must make a name for herself, make a lot of money, and live a rich and good life with her mother.

But looking back now, it was just a passion that appeared occasionally when I was a child. People always have intermittent ambitions, don’t they?

After her mother's explanation just now, she kept feeling an urge in her heart, thinking that she had some money now, and would have more in the future, so she wouldn't have to squeeze here to celebrate the New Year anymore.

But her reason finally made her suppress the words that were about to come out. She had been deceived by her own mother like this countless times over the years.

Love is real, and the desire to gamble with money is also real.

There was a table full of dishes. Nan Xiang's mother started to prepare them in the morning. Nan Xiang wanted to help, but her mother stopped her and said that she should have a good rest after coming back for the New Year.

So when it was time to have dinner in the evening, the two of them could not finish such a large table of dishes. The mother and daughter chatted casually while eating, and looked at the TV from time to time. Even if the content of the Spring Festival Gala on TV was boring, it added a touch of New Year atmosphere.

When the countdown on TV was about to start, Nan Xiang seemed to remember something, and hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks and picked up the mobile phone beside her.

"Nannan, do you want to eat more? Some of the dishes are cold. If you want to eat more, I will heat them up for you."

Nan Xiang's mother didn't find it strange to see her like this. She was used to the fact that her daughter and her best friends would rush to wish each other a happy new year every year.

Nan Xiang looked at the half-eaten dishes left on the table, shook her head and said, "No more, I'm full."

"Okay, then I'll go wash up and go to bed first. I'm too old to stay up all night. I'll get up tomorrow morning to clean up the dishes." Nan Xiang's mother yawned and stood up.

Nan Xiang nodded, and when her mother was about to go back to her room, she suddenly said, "Happy New Year, Mom!"

Nan Xiang's mother paused, turned around and said with a smile: "Nannan, Happy New Year!"

The countdown to the Spring Festival Gala on TV has begun. At this time, some people outside the house have begun to set off fireworks. The ban on fireworks and firecrackers in Shanghai is currently only limited to the inner ring. Even some areas in the outer ring have restrictions. But it doesn’t matter. On New Year’s Eve, the streets are not short of aspiring young people who want to fly their ideals.

"five four three two one!"

When the clock struck midnight, the colorful lights from the fireworks outside could even shine in through the windows, flickering and dreamy.

However, Nan Xiang didn't pay any attention to these. She was just like a 100-meter sprinter at a sports meet, always paying attention to the starting gun at midnight.

As soon as the bell rang, she immediately sent a message to Jian Xi: "Boss, Happy New Year!"

After sending this sentence at exactly midnight, she continued editing the message.

"Boss, I wish you good health, everything goes well, all your wishes come true, and a prosperous Year of the Sheep!"

After Nan Xiang sent a message to Jian Xi, she exited the interface and had time to look at the lively scene in her girlfriends group.

In fact, the Times Sisters group started to get lively as early as when the New Year's Eve dinner started. Tang Wanru and Lin Xiao were sharing what they had for dinner while complaining about how ugly this year's Spring Festival Gala was. In the beginning, Gu Li was still disdainfully saying that no young people in the new era would watch the Spring Festival Gala, but later she started to shout and angrily criticize the Spring Festival Gala for getting worse and worse.

Nan Xiang also made a few complaints at the beginning, then took a photo of the New Year's Eve dinner and started to dive.

During such a lively festival, there were only two people in her family having dinner overnight. The more lively the group was, the lonelier she felt.

It was past midnight and red envelopes started to rain down in the group, starting with Gu Yiyuan, just like in previous years. Then, Lin Xiao and Tang Wanru all started to post "Thank you, boss" in unison.

By the way, they were also asking why Nan Xiang hadn't come to grab it yet?

When Nan Xiang was about to join the crowd grabbing red envelopes, Jian Xi sent her a message back.

"Thank you, and I wish you a happy new year, good luck in the Year of the Sheep, and great fortune this year."

As soon as she saw the message from the other party, Nan Xiang immediately switched back to Jian Xi's interface. A smile appeared on her face. When she was thinking about how to reply, the other party sent her a red envelope.

Nan Xiang was slightly stunned, then took it directly.

"thank you boss!"

"Why didn't you go to the company group to grab the red envelope?"

At this time, Jian Xi sent another message. Nan Xiang reacted immediately and switched to take a look at the company group, which was filled with messages like "Thank you, boss" and "Boss is so generous".

She felt a little regretful for a moment, so she had to reply to Jian Xi: "I didn't notice it when I was eating just now."

After he finished speaking, Boss Jian sent her several red envelopes in a row, and finally added: "You've worked a lot of overtime this year, so I'll send you some extra privately."

Nan Xiang blushed when she saw this. She knew exactly what kind of overtime she was working. So, she should give a red envelope to her boss...

After coming to her senses, Nan Xiang replied, "Thank you, boss."

After a pause, she continued, "Boss, I said before that I would wish you a happy new year on time. How about it? Am I sure? Am I the first one?"

It became quiet over there. Nan Xiang waited for a while but saw that the other party didn't reply, so she had to interact with her girlfriends first. After a while, Jian Xi replied to her: "Almost, you are in the first batch."

The first batch?
Nan Xiang frowned slightly, thinking that the other person must be Lin Xiao and the mistress named Lin Quan.

But then Jian Xi added: "But what's better about you is that you are the only one among these people who accepted my red envelope."

"..."

Nan Xiang's expression froze. What did that mean? Shouldn't she have accepted the red envelope just now? Should she send it back to him?
Just as Nan Xiang was thinking about it, the dog man sent her a screenshot.

The screenshot shows the content of a group chat. In the group chat, the dog man sent out several New Year red envelopes, but no one received them.

There are only three people in this group chat, and the group name is "The Three of Us".

Nan Xiang was stunned for several seconds before she realized what was going on, and she felt angry and amused at the same time.

Even I don’t dare to accept the red envelope from this group!
(End of this chapter)