In the New Year, we came to people's side with light steps, and everyone's hearts were already full of emotion and pride.

When the bell of Chinese New Year's Eve rings again, we will be greeted with a new embrace.

Countless blessings, waves surging in the heart, sincere greetings, rushing to the sky in the song.

On both sides of the road, crystal popsicles still hang in the treetops, the cold wind blows, the plum blossoms are dark, the earth is silvery white, and the plain is enchanting, but the sound of cheering firecrackers can still be heard in the early morning.

The sound of firecrackers frightened Jing Jing and Liu Diandian, who were sleeping soundly, she looked at the clock in her hand, which was already pointing to nine o'clock in the morning, "Wow, it turns out that we slept so dead, it's nine o'clock." ”

She was a little surprised and said, today's New Year, all the supermarkets are on holiday, and there is no need to go to work, so there is no burden of sleep, and it is nine o'clock in the morning when I wake up.

In the blink of an eye, there is only one last day left in 2007, and the person is a year older, empty-handed, and in debt.

A person was in a daze in the early morning light, recalling the pile of bad things in front of him, and finally couldn't help but pat his head.

Liu Diandian walked to the window, and the scene outside was still the same as yesterday, and the popsicles on the trees were still hanging quietly on the trees.

"Tranquility, what's that, it looks like it's downstairs!" Liu nodded loudly interrupted her thoughts.

Lifted the quilt and got out of bed, the thick slippers on the bed, shh

Seeing Jiang Hao standing trembling downstairs, as well as Jiang Kai, she suddenly remembered that they had agreed to have lunch together for the New Year.

Quickly stood next to the sink and hurriedly began to wash.

It took less than ten minutes, not only to wash up, but also to get dressed, and to go out of the door with the cold wind.

"You've been waiting for almost an hour. As soon as I got downstairs, I heard Jiang Kai's complaining.

Tranquility smiled and said, "I forgot to go out with you today, I just thought I could sleep lazily last night, so I got carried away and slept until now." ”

Along the way, Jiang Kai was muttering something alone, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Do you want me to give you a lollipop and you laugh at one, how about it?" Tranquility took out the lollipop left in the bag yesterday from the bag, and said in front of Jiang Kai.

At this moment, her appearance is so pure and lovely, as pure as this white snow class.

Jiang Kai didn't answer anything, and directly took the true knowledge stick in her hand.

Tranquility was also constantly looking at her mobile phone as she walked, as if she was waiting for someone's call, as if she was expecting something.

"Are you waiting for the call?" Jiang Hao asked as he looked at her.

She shook her head and said, "I want to ask Han Bin how he is doing, he is alone, I want to call him together." ”

"Then you call him and ask him, keep looking at the phone, in case he doesn't contact you, don't you ask? Jiang Hao patted her lightly as he spoke.

Her expression became unusually strange, looking at the buildings in the distance, occasionally there were lanterns hanging on the windowsills of one or two houses, and there was a little New Year's atmosphere.

Occasionally, a car passes by the road, with snow chains wrapped around its tires, driving carelessly on the road.

She was holding her mobile phone, a little powerless, she wanted to call Xia Qing, but she was afraid that she couldn't bear the idea of being homesick and thinking of her relatives, and she had been hesitant and didn't know how to call her mother.

Jiang had already seen through her thoughts, so he dialed Xia Qing's phone, and his reputation was to ask her for a happy New Year.

In fact, Xia Qing understands that he is not drunk because he is drunk, but because he cares about tranquility.

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Xia Qing is busy cooking at home, she hasn't cooked for a long time, just taking advantage of today's New Year, she wants to cook a Chinese New Year's Eve meal for her father, so his daughter made a Chinese New Year's Eve meal by herself.

She clipped her phone to her ear and tilted her head sideways to speak.

"I'll call you later, I'm cooking, I'll be sent to the hospital in the afternoon." Xia Qing said to Jiang Hao.

Xia Qing, who hung up the phone, was frying crispy meat, making tofu, and humming his favorite songs softly.

Xia Yang sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, knocked melon seeds, ate potato chips, watched the frozen snow pictures everywhere on TV, and made some loud sighs from time to time.

Dad tied his apron and was busy in the kitchen with her, and the father and daughter also quarreled in the kitchen from time to time because of the addition of some spices.

"Oh, I've let go of the salt here, and you put it again, it's your fault that you can't eat it later. Xia Qing chattered and hugged in the kitchen.

"You two go out, I'll do it, and you can sit down and eat." Auntie couldn't stand their noise and volunteered to stir-fry.

In the end, Xia Qing, who was stubborn without arguing, shook his head helplessly and walked out of the room, the two Xia Yang got along quite well, and each of them was a model of well water and not river water.

Xia Qing's father looked at everyone in this house, and finally gathered together on this cold winter and on this important day.

In such a scene, I find more and more, more and more feelings, that the most real happiness comes from this ordinary life, there is no controversy, no noise, no noise, everyone is a simple heart.

For him, the more touching is that life is very short, sometimes in a hurry like a pony crossing the gap, as if there is only a time for a flower to bloom, and it is inevitable to go to the cold rain in the evening breeze, so that we have no time to bask in the warmth of the sun, nor time to enjoy the scenery on both sides of the strait, we can end in a hurry.

Xia Qing looked at every dish she made by herself in the kitchen, and it was deeply imprinted with her heart, in fact, she was very good at cooking and liked to cook, but her previous home always made her not in the mood and had no courage to do it.

I've experienced too many things this year, and I suddenly seem to have grown up, and what I couldn't understand before can now be understood, and what I can't accept now I accept.

She only hopes that in the future, her family, friends, everyone she loves, and no one who loves her will be healthy and live a stable life.

Through her mother's affairs, Han Chen's mother's affairs, these relatives lost in 2007, and the quiet father who was lying motionless on the hospital bed, she clearly felt that it was a happy thing to have relatives nagging around her, relatives eating meals made by herself, and seeing her relatives alive and healthy.

Looking back on the bits and pieces of the past, after today, we have grown one year longer, and in the years of growth, we have gained more freedom and mental maturity