Small snowflakes fall leisurely in the cloakroom of pedestrians, on the stretching branches and leaves, on the slightly wet ground, and soon melt away.

The new year's performance is held in the International Exhibition Center in the city center. The audience will enter at 7 o'clock and the performance will start at 8 o'clock on time.

Because of Zhou youyou's invitation, Lu Pingyi and Zhuang Shulan didn't stop Lu Xiaolai from going out at night, but repeatedly told her to be careful at the dinner table. After the performance, they asked her to wait at the gate of the International Exhibition Center, and Lu Pingyi would come to pick her up.

After dinner, Lu Xiaolai put on his hat and scarf and called a taxi to the International Exhibition Center.

At the end of the day, with more than ten minutes to go before seven o'clock, Lu Xiaolai bought himself a cup of hot milk tea and wandered around bored.

At the beginning of the lights, the lights and shadows of Z City overlap at night, and the neon lights are flashing dazzling.

Lu Xiaolai reaches out her hand. A small six edged snowflake falls on her red glove. She raises her hand to look in front of her eyes, whips the snowflake off, holds the milk tea and goes to the entrance.

The venue is not allowed to bring milk tea. Lu Xiaolai turns his mouth and sucks the pudding at the bottom of the cup. He shoves the remaining half cup of milk tea into the hands of the security guard. He strides in boldly with his head held high and follows the sign to find the seat.

They are about 20 rows in front of the stage, with a bottle of mineral water on each seat. The water bottle is printed with a program list and a pile of French letters that they can't understand.

Lu Xiaolai picked up the mineral water and sat on his seat, looking around curiously.

The audience kept pouring in from all the entrances, but in half an hour, most of the venue was filled. Looking back, there were black heads in the stands.

Song Fengya came from behind, sat down on the seat beside Lu Xiaolai, and said hello to her with a smile.

Lu Xiaolai looked at his formal suit and his army green long down jacket. He tilted his mouth: "what's the situation? Isn't it just to see a show, so formal? "

Song Fengya looked at his dress: "well... I don't know how to explain this."

Lu Xiaolai hums and laughs jokingly and raises his eyebrows straight at him: "I see. You're looking for youyou's dress. Well done, young man. "

Song Fengya explained uncomfortably, "it's not because of this. It's because the organizer specially invited us. That's why I dress so formally."

"What? Invited you? Then you don't have to have youyou's ticket to see it? "

"Well, the seats are at the front, not far from here."

"Still ahead... Tell me which row?"

"First row."

"The first... The first..." Lu Xiaolai looks at Song Fengya in disbelief.

Song Fengya asked, "what's the matter?"

Lu Xiaolai's face was stiff at the thought of anything.

She suddenly grabbed song Fengya's arm: "wait, what do you mean by inviting you? Who else was invited? "

"Can Zhao, and WAN Liang elder sister... If the elders of the family don't come, we come to attend every year."

"Every year!" Lu Xiaolai collapsed and held his forehead.

Song Fengya held her arm anxiously and asked, "Xiaolai, are you uncomfortable?"

Lu Xiaolai held his forehead and turned to the other side, waving his hand to him: "I have a bad premonition, you let me slow down."

"I heard canzhao say that you want to study, but I didn't tell him that you will come too."

Poof. Lu Xiaolai wants to vomit blood.

This is what she is worried about. Song Fengya's Dao mends it, which puts her under great pressure.