Time is very fast, in the blink of an eye, three days have passed, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, yesterday has been confirmed with Wang Liang contract details, he will arrange for people to mail it over after the year. In the morning, Zhuo Ziyuan's father went to the stall to process the leftover pork, of course, he also left something to eat at home for the New Year, and would go home for lunch. Zhuo Ziyuan and his mother got up early in the morning and started cleaning, the house is really comfortable to live in, but the disadvantage is that it is too torturous to clean up. Zhuo Ziyuan's house is a three-story building, adding up to more than 400 square meters, and it has to be cleaned inside and out, the windows must be cleaned, the doors must be cleaned, and the pigsty must be washed. After his father came home in the afternoon, Zhuo Ziyuan had to paste the word Fu and the couplet together. On Chinese New Year's Eve, in the afternoon, there was still a market in the town, all selling New Year goods and clothing, and Zhuo Ziyuan's family of three also went to buy a bunch of things, and one person bought a new set of clothes, not a brand goods, from head to toe, 300 yuan a person.

Walking around, I also met Li Xinyuan's family, Zhuo Ziyuan's parents had never seen them, so Zhuo Ziyuan introduced them to each other. Then the two adults started to talk about family life, Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother praised that your daughter is so beautiful, really quiet and well-behaved, and her grades must be very good;

But why does Zhuo Ziyuan think that this scene is a little familiar, how can this Nima look more and more like a polite relationship between in-laws, this girl is not only beautiful, where is she well-behaved. But looking at Li Xinyuan's current appearance, she really doesn't say anything that is not well-behaved, this girl is pretending to be something outside, and her face is full of deception.

Zhuo Ziyuan felt that he couldn't let them talk anymore, and he heard Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother say, whoever gets your daughter is really a blessing or something, on a cold day, Zhuo Ziyuan sweated down. Hurriedly pulled his parents and said, "Let's go home quickly, it's not early, uncle and aunt, I'll come tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings." ”

Zhuo Ziyuan dragged his parents away, and didn't forget to turn around and wave goodbye to Li Xinyuan's family. On the way, Zhuo's mother kept complaining and muttering, "What's the hurry, do you meet it, have a good chat, you see how quiet and beautiful the little girl is", back and forth on these words, Zhuo Ziyuan is too lazy to pay attention, if you really want to talk about it, I don't know what my mother said, at this age, I am still young.

"Xiaoyuan, you always run to their house, you won't fall in love early. Dad said something worried.

"What's the matter, I treat her as a sister, I've always wanted a sister, and besides, that little girl looks quiet, very tricky and weird. I didn't miss a look on my face. Zhuo Ziyuan hurriedly clarified that he couldn't let his parents misunderstand, but his father's words completely made him lose interest in talking.

"Actually, it's okay to fall in love, as long as it doesn't affect your grades, look at your first place in the exam, it will definitely not affect it, that girl is beautiful and quiet, just now her parents said that her grades are also very good, son, dad is optimistic about you. After speaking, he patted Zhuo Ziyuan's shoulder to show encouragement. "That's right, that's right," Mom added fuel and vinegar to the side.

"Not really. Zhuo Ziyuan replied weakly, rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

The New Year in the countryside is still quite interesting, and after eating at night, you have to pay tribute, worship ancestors, and burn paper. Every family in the lobby will have a middle hall leaning against the back wall, and then there is a table of eight immortals next to the middle hall, three long benches in three directions, usually eat is to sit in the west of the table of eight immortals, south, east, the back is attached to the middle hall, people sit down to face east, north, west, south is not a person, this is also a custom, the position of facing south is the honorable position, are reserved for the ancestors.

After dinner in the evening, put a plate of New Year's goods on the middle hall, fruits, peanuts, melon seeds, sugar, steamed buns, etc., in the two glasses of wine, the eight immortals table is in the middle of the boiled pig's head, pig tail, pork, there is a basin below, there is a live carp in it, and a big rooster is placed in the corner of the table, of course, the wings and legs are tied, these are used to worship the ancestors, of course, after the ancestors are finished, they will also be eaten by the family, so that the ancestors will bless. In the corner of the middle hall, there was also a plate covered with a red cloth, in which thousands of dollars were placed, which were to bless the fortune of the coming year, and these things were to be offered until the next morning.

After worshipping the ancestors, go door-to-door and start to set off firecrackers, fireworks, high rise, the fireworks that everyone puts are a long branch, are children in their hands, puff puff, put down, the fireworks will not be too high, it is five or six stories high, your house is finished, my house continues to release, bursts of firecrackers and this colorful fireworks, to the quiet village brought a strong New Year's flavor.

Zhuo Ziyuan set off a firework, and then began to play Gao Sheng, holding the bamboo stick under Gao Sheng, and then holding the incense fuse, with a biu sound, Gao Sheng crossed a two-line line in the air, and then fell down, playing five before stopping.

At 8 o'clock, Zhuo Ziyuan's family sat on the sofa and watched the Spring Festival Gala, looking at the picture in the TV, Zhuo Ziyuan really didn't dare to compliment, took care of the high-definition movies, and now back to the 90s, looking at the Spring Festival Gala with snowflakes, there is a retro feeling, the Spring Festival Gala is all old hosts, old drama bones, when in the previous life, Zhuo Ziyuan is also familiar, think about them can be popular for more than ten years, it's really not easy.

The Spring Festival Gala was hosted by Zhao Zhongxiang and Ni Ping, Niu Jun and Feng Gong cross talk, Song Dandan, Pan Changjiang, Chen Peisi and others had a few sketches, Zhou Haimei, Na Ying, Wang Fei, Qu Ying, Liu Huan sang, at this time they looked really young, and it is estimated that they are not as old as Zhuo Ziyuan's psychological age. Listening to familiar old songs, although he was used to listening to pop songs before his rebirth, Zhuo Ziyuan just felt very good.

Zhuo Ziyuan stayed up until the early hours of the morning, and followed his father to go back to the room to sleep after the firecrackers in the early morning, after all, it was the first year after rebirth, and this New Year's Eve was still very meaningful, although he only came back for more than two months, but after all, he was 1 year older.

Zhuo Ziyuan thought of his daughter, I don't know if she was happy during the New Year, did she think of me, if she thought of me, would she cry, or don't think about it, so as not to be sad. Thinking about it, Zhuo Ziyuan seemed to see the other side of time and space, and his daughter was still happily celebrating the New Year with her, happily watching her father set off fireworks, and looking at the more beautiful fireworks in the sky outside.

Beloved, Dad really misses you. Dad hasn't been able to learn to draw yet, Dad is really afraid of forgetting you, I'm really afraid that before I learn to draw, my memory has blurred your face, Dad really looks like you, you are the only person I miss.

Zhuo Ziyuan felt as if he had a dream, in which he had been growing up with his daughter, laughing with her when he was happy, being sad was to be her strong arm, watching her grow up slowly, watching her get married, handing over her daughter to another man who loved her deeply, and watching her daughter shed tears of happiness. In my sleep, a few tears slipped quietly from the corners of my eyes.