Mei family. Today, the staff, including Sister-in-law Zhang's sister-in-law, all got Mei Lao's holiday and went back to reunite with the family. Guan Ping'an's mother and daughter showed their skills.

Around a table of sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, everyone chatted, eating, and drinking, the wine was not drunk, everyone was drunk, and Mei Lao also drank a few more glasses.

The table starts at six o'clock and eats until nine o'clock.

Guan Youshou took the lead in kowtowing to Mei Lao. In his words, he said less than 20 years of New Year's money, and this time, Mr. couldn't give it if he wanted to.

Mei Lao understands the meaning of the little disciple.

As soon as he was happy, Mei Lao did not drink an extra glass of wine, but drank bitterly. He has a cup, Mei Dayi has a cup...... Cup by cup, the two of them finally drank high.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the hearts of Chinese people, only the Lunar New Year is the beginning of a new year. This night's reunion dinner is of great significance to Mei Lao and Mei Dayi.

Both happy and excited.

And for the four members of the Guan family, the same, laughter and laughter. There are some regrets, but it is slowly rounded. Tonight, Guan Youshou didn't stop them from drinking.

Ye Xiuhe saw that this momentum was not right, and she would definitely not be able to eat midnight dumplings later, so she first ordered a pot of dumplings as soon as possible, which meant it.

And keep the year?

There's really nothing you can do.

Like Mei Dayi, who drinks high, Mei Lao's wine is also quite good. The only sad thing is that he is drunk, and he is holding Mrs. May's posthumous photo in his arms.

Since ancient times, affection is not as ruthless as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness. He/she Grandpa Mei is bitter in his heart.

What is the most feared thing about being a human being?

has the ability to protect, but is powerless to stop it.

Exactly empty remorse.

Guan Ping'an doesn't know if her Grandpa Mei has regretted it, but he definitely hates him. If he had stopped his wife's righteousness, he might not have regrets.

Guan Ping'an looked at the four cold dishes and eight hot dishes that meant "four peace and eight stability". After a while, she also stopped the idea of cleaning up first and began to renew the stall.

Yes, it's still right to have wine today and get drunk today, and leave no regrets. Otherwise, if you want to make up for it and recover it, you can only see you in Huangquan.

Guan Youshou was busy pouring hot water, and the other was busy helping Mei Lao and Mei Dayi wipe it, and for a while, they really didn't find out that she was secretly drinking.

The little drunkard is on the line.

I don't know if it's because she's getting older, or if she's secretly drunk wine in the little gourd, Guan Ping'an's alcohol consumption has increased, but the more she drinks, the more delicious it becomes.

"Daughter-in-law, bring ink. ”

"Daddy?"

"Drunk?"

Guan Ping'an shook his head again and again, "No, this is you, that's my mother." The direction of the finger is not wrong, "Come, let's drink three hundred cups!"

Hearing this, Ye Xiuhe smiled happily.

"Eat food, don't drink wine. Guan Youshou walked towards his girl with small hands, "Don't sing if you drink high, wake up your two grandfathers, dad doesn't care if tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

"Daddy, you don't hurt me anymore. ”

"Oh?"

"So I borrowed wine to kill my sorrows. ”

"More worried?" Guan Youshou sat down next to his daughter, glanced at her funny, pointed to his daughter-in-law, and motioned for her to sit down and eat more.

"Don't worry about you and my mother. Look~" In order to show that she was not drunk, Guan Ping'an picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for Guan Youshou next to her, "Steadily." ”

"Drink less. ”

"Good drops. ”

Guan Youshou didn't say that his daughter broke the ring, and when he saw that his daughter-in-law on the other side of the girl was feeding the child with vegetables, he also picked up the bowl and took a bite himself.

Eight yuan a bottle of Moutai. If you want him to say that it is not as good as the liquor brewed by his grandfather, it is also expensive, and I don't know what his family is doing with this thing.

But she didn't hide in the little gourd to drink secretly. He had counted them deliberately, and there was not one bottle missing. Bottles and boxes, all of them are what Xiaobei's bastard is used to.

Just this brand, there are so many boxes, and it's not easy to buy so many. However, no matter who it is, in the face of his family's peace and a pair of black eyes that look like two black pearls, he should be reluctant to wronged her. Just like him, no, what's so good about wine?

Of course, his daughter wouldn't let her get drunk herself. At this point, he can 100% guarantee the safety of his family than anyone else is afraid of revealing secrets.

Thinking of this, Guan Youshou couldn't help but think of Chen Lao and the others. Tian Shengli has limited care, but he doesn't know how Dazhong is getting along with the old men now.

In previous years, it's time for the time......

"Daddy, come, my daughter wishes you a happy New Year, all the best, a thousand auspicious, and all the best!" said Guan Ping'an, picking up the bowl and touching his bowl.

And then?

After taking a sip of a little wine from the bottom of the bowl, she stopped. Consistent with Guan Youshou's conjecture, she didn't dare to get drunk. I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm just afraid of what happens.

Guan Youshou, who was interrupted by his daughter, glanced at the girl who put down the bowl, and smiled approvingly, "Eat first." Dad tells you the story of 'Nian'. Do you want to hear it?"

Guan Ping'an nodded again and again.

You must listen to it, every year it is a new version of the legend.

Don't listen?

What the hell!

Her father was homesick, and her mother was homesick too. It turned out that unconsciously, many people have been able to integrate into her life, involving the mood of her parents.

As a human being, can you really cultivate to a certain extent without being influenced by the outside world? I'm afraid that Old Chen, who said this, is not sure.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless. is as rational as her Grandpa Mei, and when he gets old, he can't get over a relationship. This is a catastrophe, and no one can help it.

"Yes, I like to listen to my father tell stories and listen to my mother tell the ancients. Daddy, mother, tell me why you two have to keep the New Year observant?"

Guan Youshou and his wife are very rare, and their daughters have a smile on their faces, and their coquettish little appearance of dragging the tail note can always make him/her smile subconsciously.

In fact, as mothers and fathers, sometimes they really don't want to see their children grow up, and they are happy to enjoy their families, even if they are still very young.

There are really a lot of stories about 'year'.

Anyway, Guan Tianyou saw that he drank high Grandpa Mei finally stretched his brows, and when he came out lightly, he was still telling stories in the living room.

It's like this every year, but it's crooked?

How could it be!

"One night is two years old, and five watches are divided into two days. ”

The family gathered around the New Year, listened to the gentle whispers of their parents, listened to the cheerful laughter of their sister, and looked back on the past, looked forward to the future, and imagined the future on the occasion of removing the old and the new.

My heart is warm.

All this is enough for him to fight and protect it. Fortunately, after leaving Ma Liutun, his family made progress in a good direction step by step.

"Slept soundly?"

Guan Tianyou nodded at his Lao Tzu, "The doors are all cracked, and you can hear any movement." "It is estimated that this sleep, the two grandfathers will wake up again and it will be dawn.

"Go, step on the year. ”

Since entering the wax moon, there are farmers on the outskirts of Beijing who sell firewood and carry bundles of dried sesame straw into the city to walk the streets and alleys to shout.

In the brightly lit courtyard, a family of four held small hands with big hands, stepping on the sesame straw spread on the ground of the hall and making a crackling sound.

Pressing the New Year, keeping the New Year, stepping on the New Year, in the sound of firecrackers, seventy-four years came.