Lin Jiajia went back to the town to celebrate the New Year with her grandparents, and the days of the New Year were getting closer and closer.

She and Han Chen were going to buy a lot of things, pinching them to visit Ningning's mother.

I bought a lot of various nutritional products, and when I met Lin Xiaoxiao on the road, she laughed and said, "Are you going to propose?"

Lin Xiaoxiao, who has always spoken sharply and meanly, always accompanied them to be unhappy, and both of them were lukewarm to her and didn't pay much attention to her.

They hailed a motorcycle, pinched their things, and set out to their peaceful home.

On the winter motorcycle, the cold wind blows all the way and blows mercilessly over the face.

"It's so cold, it's so cold...... Lin Jiajia sat behind and kept muttering.

Han Chen said to her: "Put your hand in the bag of my down jacket, lean on me, I can block the cold wind for you."

Without hesitation, she put her hand in his bag, and the wind seemed to get stronger and stronger as the motorcycle was climbing the hill.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, the people in the village have the habit of killing pigs for the New Year, and those who work outside the family will wait until they come back to kill them.

Lin Jiajia and Han Chen just caught up with the day when Ningning's family killed pigs, every time they went, they never said that they bought the things themselves, they would say that they bought them and brought them back.

Her family cooks with a high stove, and her sister is just the right height to cook on the stove.

Mom was also helping to cook in the kitchen, and Lin Jiajia walked into the kitchen and greeted them happily.

She saw that Ning Si was frying vegetables on the stove, and Ning's mother was using wood to add fire, and the whole house was filled with a strong New Year's atmosphere.

Ning Si looked at her and said, "I've never seen cooking like this, have you?"

Lin Jiajia nodded and said, "We all use induction cookers, and coal! ”

Mother Ning replied with a smile: "This is a stove, every house in the village will have a high stove, and the tall one outside the house is called a chimney." ”

"The family's stove is filled with firewood cut from the mountains, and when the firewood is dry, it is ready for cooking.

Han Chen also walked into the kitchen, and he said to Lin Jiajia with a smile: "People like you who have never been in the kitchen should not come here to make trouble." ”

Lin Jiajia's eyes stared at him, as if to give you a look and experience it yourself.

She stretched out her hand and replied, "Come, you come over today to give you a chance to perform, let you cook, and leave today's dishes to you." ”

He spread his hands, made a helpless expression, and said, "Neither will I." ”

The kitchen was instantly surrounded by laughter, and everyone was immersed in the sound of joy.

"Is it okay to be quiet in Guiyang?" Ning's mother suddenly asked.

"She's fine, Auntie doesn't have to worry about her," Han Chen hurriedly replied to Auntie's words.

"Blame me for not being physically angry, so she didn't get into college. Mother Ning suddenly sighed with emotion, and kept sighing.

Lin Jiajia looked at the depressed Mother Ning, and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her, with her funny personality, she kept laughing at any time.

Mother Ning smiled and said, "Fortunately, she has you by her side!"

Lin Jiajia and Han Chen said in unison: "We are also lucky to have her by our side." ”

In fact, for them, a quiet home is like their home, and they never feel strange or embarrassed to do anything at home.

Lin Jiajia watched wisps of green smoke rise from the chimney, filling the entire village with the faint aroma of pines and cypresses.

On the opposite hill is a pine tree, when the surrounding trees have lost their leaves, only the pine and cypress trees are still green, one by one life is endless, vigorously growing in this harsh winter.

Time is old, fast as a passing year, in a blink of an eye, we have gone through another season and a year, and a turn is another winter.