After a long time, the son stopped crying with a twitch, and sensibly wiped the tears on her face for Qingqing.

"Okay, okay, blame me. Now we're going to have a big memorial service!"

I hurriedly walked over, patted my son's shoulder, touched his clear hair, and solemnly announced.

On the small coffee table next to the dinner table, we have already laid out all the delicacies of the evening (we have chosen a little of each and put it in each small bowl), as well as various fruits at home (three of each), as well as three cups of poured Jiannanchun liquor and three bottles of unopened Luzhou Laojiao.

According to the habit of my parents in their Chinese New Year's Eve, I also put the incense candles, straw paper and large-denomination Hades coins that I had prepared long ago (when I bought them, I also deliberately took some extra change money, saying that I was afraid that my ancestors would usually spend it inconveniently. One by one on the coffee table.

It was written with the names of my grandparents and grandparents Zhang Shan, and the inscription "Please enjoy the old man in peace, not enough to ask for dreams", and the final payment is "Your grandson (grandson-in-law) Liu Dajun, granddaughter-in-law (granddaughter) Zhang Shan respects".

At Zhang Shan's insistence, I added "great-grandson (great-grandson) Liu Yongrui" to the straw paper for the elders of the two parties.

Then I lit incense and candles, and the three of them knelt side by side on the sofa cushion (Qingqing said that it was cold, so he brought it on purpose), and I was the master of ceremonies.

"Grandpa (heavy grandfather) mother-in-law (heavy mother-in-law), grandfather (heavy grandfather) grandmother (heavy grandmother)" I read a sentence, and my son and her sister followed a sentence.

"From this, it can be traced back to the ancestors and ancestors of the Lao Liu family and the Lao Lin family!"

I'll say the rest alone.

"Thank you for your hard work and great contribution to our family! Now, we have spread out the branches, please be safe in the kingdom of heaven! No more hard work and fatigue, you have your own younger generations to respect, you can sit back and enjoy the blessings! Don't be reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, not enough money, please take a dream, the younger generation will be presented with both hands immediately!"

"Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Year of the Sheep in 2003, and next year is the Year of the Monkey in 2004. I beg the blessings of our ancestors and fathers!"

Then, the three of us said together: "Bless the younger generation with good health, success in their careers and studies, and all the best!" Thank you, ancestors and ancestors!"

"Three buckles!" I said solemnly, kowtowing to myself.

"A kowtow, thank the ancestors and ancestors, and reproduce their descendants!"

We all kowtow religiously.

"Second kowtow, thank your ancestors and ancestors for teaching culture!"

"Three kowtows, thank the ancestors and ancestors, bless all generations!"

After the ceremony, we officially took our seats and began to enjoy the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner that I had carefully prepared.

"It's delicious, ouch!"

Because he ate a chopstick boiled beef, which was numb and spicy, Qingqing stretched out his little red tongue, gasped for breath, and fanned it with his jade hand.

"Sister, give you a napkin. The son had sharp eyes, ran to the living room, brought a Qingfeng tissue box, and drew two of them.

"It's still Xiao Rui, I feel sorry for my sister. She glanced at me after graciously wiping her lips with a napkin.

"Hey, hey!"

Considering that Zhang Shan is from the East China Sea, the buddy has specially arranged a few dishes without chili peppers. But this boiled beef is a classic of Sichuan cuisine, and if you don't put more chili peppers and peppercorns, what is it?

What is national is what is global!

But I still smiled apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, I should learn to eat too. Qingqing said understandingly: "Otherwise, I will be hungry in the future." ”

"No, sister!" the son stood up and said very seriously, "I will bring you all the snacks to choose from." ”

"Hahaha!" I suddenly had a little coke, this kid, what a little good, this is filmed.

A few days ago, Zhang Shan asked him: "Do you have a girlfriend at school?"

He shook his little head handsomely, "I'm not looking for it." ”

I teased him and said, "Why, aren't you too ugly to find it?"

He pointed at Zhang Shan and said, "None of them are as beautiful as my sister!" Hmph, and gave me a small note, but I tore it up." ”

Amused me and Qingqing so much.

"What are you laughing at? Qingqing was not happy, "Xiao Rui is better than you to me!"

"Ah, the goose is wrong, he shouldn't laugh. "Hurry up and raise the white flag, who doesn't know that you two are as good as one person now.

"Xiao Rui, what is it good to punish your father?"

"Forget it. My son gave me a pitiful look. Oh, father and son soldiers, this kid still has a conscience!" Tomorrow morning my dad and I will run, and he will run 1,000 meters more. ”

Almost every morning, my son and I wake up early and teach him martial arts after running 1,000 meters.

What a son! I glared at him, trying to reprimand him.

"Hey, why are you glaring at your son?" the old hen came, and her eyes were already big, but now they are even bigger.

Sometimes, I like to see her staring, and in it, I can't read the lions in the east of the river, only the sika deer in the grassland.

"Ahh I don't stare anymore, can't I stare if I don't stare at it?"

Do you think, if you weren't afraid, would she increase her glare, and in the long run, her pupils couldn't retract, and the sika deer might really become a lion, right?

"Hmph! Just listen to Xiao Rui, run an extra 500 meters tomorrow morning. ”

"Yes. My wife. ”

Don't talk to women about justice. The leader instructs, and the implementation is enough. Besides, isn't there still 500 meters missing?

Qingqing still feels sorry for us.

"Actually, Junjun, the food you cook is really delicious, I think you can open a restaurant. I'm starting to adore a little, ah, no, it's appreciation. ”

Our family is very clean! Give me a small punch and give me a big white rabbit.

"Hey, so-so, you didn't eat it, did you? There are two kinds of cuisine in it. My old classmate Yangtze River and I, ah, I'll take you to meet each other another day, learn from each other, and the Yunnan dishes he makes are also delicious. "I hastened to be humble.

"Is there any difference between Sichuan cuisine and Yunnan cuisine?

Even if she is not very interested, as long as I speak, she will answer a few words, and occasionally be a curious cat, which makes me proud, thinking that I am really the most capable man in the world!

"Oh, to put it simply: Sichuan cuisine is spicy, and Yunnan cuisine is fresh and spicy. Specifically, Sichuan cuisine is spicy and spicy, one dish and one style, one hundred dishes and one hundred flavors, and the "three peppers" (pepper, pepper, pepper) and fresh ginger are reused. As for Yunnan cuisine, it is good at cooking mountain delicacies and fresh water, and its taste characteristics are sour, spicy and slightly numb. ”

"But Xiaoxiang people can also eat spicy food! Grandpa M also said that if you don't eat chili peppers, you won't be revolutionary. Hunan cuisine is also sour and spicy, why do you say that Yunnan cuisine is fresh and spicy, isn't it also sour and spicy?"

Qingqing was fascinated, but still tilted his head and asked questions.

"I'm glad that the other side put forward their own opinions. Qingqing, you have your own opinions, which is very good. Now the teacher will answer your argument's foothold, Yunnan cuisine and Hunan cuisine are both sour and spicy, why should I distinguish them?

Because the real characteristics of Yunnan cuisine are: fresh and tender, fragrant and sweet, moderately sour and spicy, "moderate", so I summarize it as fresh and spicy.

Regarding this point, Yangzijiang, a native of Yunding, also specially told me that Yunnan cuisine must be kept fresh and tender.

The biggest feature of Hunan cuisine is "harmony and difference". Hunan cuisine is different from the sweetness of the east, the freshness of the south, and the hemp of the west, and the salty and fresh of the north, but "harmony and difference", pay attention to "hot and hot, spicy enough, special fragrance, five flavors and harmony", its taste is heavy and sour. ”

Alas, buddies are teachers, and they will not mislead people's children!

"I see. No wonder others say: Yunding people are not afraid of spicy, Tianfu people are not afraid of spicy, and Xiaoxiang people are afraid of spicy. However, hehe, your Donghai dialect is not very good, it is like a foreigner speaking Chinese, and the accent is not like it. She smiled softly.

"But it's great to be able to get it all done. Junjun, you're still very talented in languages!"

Qingqing, you're just a naughty director. Let the male pig's feet in this article first be depressed and inferior, and then immediately turn into ecstasy and empty eyes!

This acting skill is not good, and it is really difficult to change his face instantly.

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. But when it comes to Xiaoxiang people eating spicy, I can be regarded as a teacher. ”

I briefly described a classmate from Xiaoxiang University who fought with me for wine, but because the appetizer was a handful of dried chili peppers, I, a pound and a half, had never drunk one of his eight taels.

"Hehehe, are you two half a pound and eight taels? You also have a time when you drink and eat deflated! I see that time my parents were treated, aren't you very good at drinking? Not to mention more than one pound, right?"

Qing Qing smiled. drank some Jian Nanchun, and drank with me, and his face was like a peach blossom.

"Hehe, the drunkard has met the wine fairy, and people have a trick. I said self-deprecatingly.

After our family of three finished a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, we gave New Year's greetings to the elderly on both sides after we were full of wine and food.

Qingqing is very sensible, and at the request of my mother on the phone, she blushed and called out coquettishly: "Mom, hello!"

My parents were so happy that they said that they would come to the East China Sea for a while and personally present Shanshan with the heirloom that my mother-in-law gave my mother-in-law to my mother-a very valuable dark green emerald jade pendant.

When my ex-wife and I got married, because I didn't want to call my mother in the ceremony of serving tea to my parents-in-law, my mother only gave her a bracelet that was also green, which was originally an heirloom that only the daughter-in-law of the head of the family would have, and the pendant and jade bracelet were a matching pair.

Later, my ex-wife somehow found out, so she asked her mother several times. Mom only said that she couldn't find it.

This is also an important reason why my ex-wife counted me down, saying that I have no status in Lao Liu's family, and she does not admit that she is the daughter-in-law of the third generation of the head.

"Alas, it's been three years since I passed the door, and I haven't heard her call her mother!"

Now, before she passed the door, someone called Mom, how could the old lady not be overjoyed and burst into tears!

Dad grabbed the phone and said over and over again: "Our old Liu family knows the most about Entu Bao!" A big girl with yellow flowers, I don't dislike you as a second pot head, and I can be good to Xiao Rui, your kid is lucky and the stars are high, and the ancestors must be buried high (our ancestral grave is also the highest). ”

At the end, he once again warned solemnly: "If you kid dare to bully Shanshan, our best daughter-in-law, we will cancel the qualification of the third generation head of your old Liu family, and then send your second uncle and brother-in-law to the East China Sea to clean up the portal!"

moved my wife, dear Qingqing, to tears, and almost knelt down to worship my father-in-law and mother-in-law in the air.

As for the nut country, there are Shanshan's beautiful words, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin praised me on the phone, and my buddies mistakenly thought that they were already one of the top ten outstanding young people in Pudu District!

My brother-in-law, Dylan (a hero of the sea) whom I have never met, calls me brother-in-law directly on the phone, and I want to dance.

My brother-in-law is a bit like the family of my wife who was the first to admit my identity.

11 o'clock more.

"By the way, tonight's garbage must be disposed of before the clock strikes zero!

Qingqing put on an apron and cooked dumplings in the kitchen, while talking to my son and me watching TV in the living room.

"Why? Won't you do it tomorrow?" the son was watching the sketch and laughed haha.

"Junjun, tell him, I'm busy. Hey, the dumplings are going to be mushy!"

Zhang Shan was in a hurry in the kitchen, and it was really difficult for her. Soaked in the honey pot, and the only girl in the generation of my parents, she has long been spoiled to the sky, when is it not the clothes to stretch out your hands, and the rice to open your mouth?

So much so that one day in March, when our family of three went to Taoming Island, Zhang Shan raised her hands up and shouted happily: "Ah, there are so many leeks! The leeks are golden, the green waves, where is the poetic and picturesque meaning now?

Xiao Ni is still at this scene, I can't help but want to recite a poem.

Not to mention, she has the style of a literary young woman. Later, I painted a wild sketch without changing a word, framed and hung in the bedroom of my new house, and now it is a little yellowed.

"Dad, but then, isn't that Mai Lang?" my son whispered to me as he walked behind.

"Well, you're right. But listen to my sister, you have to do it!"

I don't want to spoil this harmonious atmosphere, quietly warn.

"Oh, your sister said, her grandmother said, you can't take out the garbage on the first day of the new year, you have to give up your wealth!"

Maybe that's cultural inheritance? My mom said the same.

"Alright then, I'll go. The son reluctantly watched the TV and went downstairs with the garbage.

At 12 o'clock in the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the clock had just struck zero, and we were already standing in the open space near the small river in the community, and I set off the firecrackers. Qingqing was timid, she covered her ears, and screamed loudly with her son, playing and laughing.

The last to be launched are fireworks. When they rose into the night sky, they were incomparably gorgeous! In the wave after wave of bright and brilliant colors, the three of us were very happy.

I raised my head proudly, leaned my head on my shoulder, and my son snuggled up on my sister's chest and looked up, looking forward to a happier tomorrow!

Postscript - I am writing this article to recall my youth and my survival that disappeared in the East China Sea, but more importantly, I want to miss my love and the dearest girl who is far away!

But on the website, I don't hear the comments of the readers, I don't hear the encouragement of the editors, even if you criticize me when you're fine!

I also had the courage to keep writing!

Does everyone like to look at those logical and incomprehensible, always saying how difficult they are, completely starting from scratch, their fathers are grande, and their mothers secretly gave a paltry 1000000000 yuan of entrepreneurial funds, and finally became famous (Yong earned 10000.0000 yuan, 0 is the same!!) The struggle history of various "second generations" is not the same as that of making a fortune?

Do you really like those planetary bigwigs who have famous cars, yachts, airplanes, and the next step is to develop into rockets and spaceships?

Do you really like those handsome guys and beauties who are too hard in Dubai's seven-star hotel beds and geese to lie on them?

I really like those who never go to work and haven't seen him study (don't look at the diploma, someone said, look at the curative effect), but can always say a lot of unnutritious and flawed words in the negotiation again and again, can you talk about the group and laugh at the proud bear?

If that's the case, I have nothing to say.

But screenwriter brother, don't you think this is a large-scale Xianxia fantasy time-traveling drama?

Because, we are still uphill, we are still revival, we are still struggling, this is the great reality!

So I tried my best to write about real life, the real life of ordinary people, based on my own experience! If I happen to be able to give a little help to young people who are struggling ambitiously, it would be very good.

Anyway, I am very grateful to the 1,314 readers who have read my book! Thank you for your patience in listening to the story of Qingqing and me.

Anyway, the commemoration of my most precious girl, Zhang Shan, Qingqing, my fiancée, is almost over.

Am I going to keep writing?

In the process of writing, Qingqing was in my mind, and she may have just passed through the quantum entanglement of "Daozi", and she instantly returned to the room where I was writing at my desk from a distant place.

She stood at the door of my study!

She is so pitiful to me, so tender as water.

She said distressedly: "Junjun, thank you for writing our story." But you have to take care of your body, I miss you, I want you to be happy! I also pray in another place, I pray that you will be happy and live a long life! If you don't want to write, don't write it. Anyway, I've received you, your words, your heart.

Is Rui okay?

He should have had his own home, right?

I miss you so much........"

Tears blurred my eyes again, maybe I will insist and finish the Qingqing story, maybe I won't write anymore, because when I think of her, my writing is all tears on the back of the paper, and my heart hurts unbearably!

Maybe after a while, when the mood calms down, I'll write again!

Alas.......

Empty shouting.

Late at night, September 29, 2020.

....... writing this, I can't see the computer clearly. Originally, on the first Spring Festival after getting married, I was going to take Qingqing home to worship her ancestors, so that she could see the high Eagle Ridge that I often mentioned.

But now, 16 years later, my beard is a little gray, and I can't keep my promise. Qingqing, are you okay? Will you resent me for not taking you back to Fuxing Town?

On September 30, 2020, it was all issued.

The organizer of the Quyi Troupe is accountant, get off the stage and bow!

Thank you, readers!