Section 296 Spring Festival Time

"Mom, Dad, I'm back!"

"I'm still worried about the plane being delayed, haha!" The father walked out of the kitchen at this time, and the mother also walked out, and it was natural to be intimate after not seeing him for half a year, Zhang Jun was already hungry at this time, and he saw that the restaurant was already full of delicious food, so he reached out and grabbed a piece of meat still in his mouth.

"I'm starving!" Mr. Zhang said, chewing.

His mother stretched out her hand and slapped him and said, "Don't say those things on a big holiday!"

"Uh-huh!"

At this time, my father took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and said, "Let's drink more today, happy!"

"Uh-huh!"

The family of three was eating and chatting, and after Zhang Jun drank a few sips of wine, he reached out to open the leather bag, and then took out a small bag from it and handed it to his mother, saying, "Mom, guess what's inside?"

The mother said with a smile: "It must be money!"

"My mom is from the bank, look at it!"

The mother opened the small bag and looked at it, and was shocked, even the father put down the wine glass and poked his head to see, it turned out that it was the 50,000 US dollars, and the brand-new ticket was neatly placed in the small bag, Zhang Jun returned to the chair and took out the red envelope from the pocket of his clothes and handed it over, and said: "There are still 200,000 here, all for you." ”

"With so much money, you didn't do anything, did you?" his father looked at Zhang Jun with suspicion, in his world, he always thought that only a real job had a salary, how could he earn so much money in half a year!

The mother counted him on the side and said, "You know that a real job, a year's salary is less than a fraction of that of a son, and you are embarrassed to say it." ”

"My money is good!" said his father, visibly displeased.

Zhang Jun looked at his mother and then at his father, and said, "Dad, my money is also very clean, but we don't work in the same industry, and our income is different!"

Zhang Jun briefly told his parents about the experience of half a year, the family of three laughed and ate Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, time passed quickly, and when I saw that it was dark outside the window, the big red lanterns had been lit up, the colorful lights on the trees flashed one after another, and the sporadic sound of firecrackers began to make up the excitement, Zhang Jun and his father also drank a lot of wine, Zhang Jun asked: "Dad, did you buy firecrackers this year?"

"Bought some earth red. ”

"I'll release it later!" Zhang Jun said excitedly.

"After watching Zhao Benshan in the middle of the night, I'll put it back!" said her mother.

"Well, that's fine. Zhang Jun actually thinks so, because for so many years, the peak season of firecrackers is the end of Zhao Benshan's sketch performance in the Spring Festival Gala, and that time is the real fireworks and firecrackers.

After eating, Zhang Jun carried the suitcase to his parents' house, then returned to his room and fell asleep with a lid on it, until 10 o'clock in the evening, when he woke up under the shaking of his mother.

Mother said: "Get up and be refreshed, watch the Spring Festival Gala and eat dumplings for a while." ”

"Oh!"

Northerners have the habit of eating dumplings in the Chinese New Year's Eve, eating steaming dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala is also a good feeling, but this year's Zhang Jun has no interest in the feeling of the Spring Festival Gala, he lazily leans on the sofa in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala, his father is watching attentively, and his mother is making dumplings in the kitchen.

There was not much time, so my mother came over with two large plates of dumplings and put them on the coffee table, and then sat down to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

"Can Jiahui come tomorrow?" asked the mother.

"That's according to the rules. ”

Zhang Jun said this psychology is still very confident, because the first few days they have already discussed, the three of them have seen Zhao Benshan's sketch, they heard the sound of firecrackers outside has been deafening, look back at the window can see a flower blooming in the air, Zhang Jun itched in his heart, so he was about to come to the firecracker and ran out, the community was already very lively at this time, the family put together and set off fireworks, especially the children covered their ears and watched the gorgeous fireworks.

Zhang Jun found an open space, spread out the 5,000 rings of earth red, and then lit the fuse with a lighter, and saw a tongue of fire make a "snort" sound, followed by a "crackling" firecracker with heavy gunsmoke, he looked at the red confetti bursting out of the sparks from a distance, and prayed secretly in his heart.

The square in the community is more lively, many neighbors are there than the flowers, one by one fireworks with a loud sound in the air blooming, like autumn chrysanthemums, like lilies, more like colorful lanterns in the sky, the smell of thick gunpowder smoke accompanied by the children's laughter one after another.

Zhang Jun stood aside and raised his head to watch happily, he suddenly felt that someone was walking towards him in the distance, who was that person?

It turned out to be the boss Gao who sold fritters, "Brother Gao, Happy Spring Festival!"

"Great army, Happy Spring Festival!"

Boss Gao came to his side and handed over a cigarette with a smile, "I won't!" Zhang Jun hurriedly waved his hand, Boss Gao was not polite, he lit the cigarette himself, and then said happily: "I really thank you, if it weren't for your first sentence, my loss would have been great." ”

Zhang Jun looked at him stunned, because he really couldn't remember what he had said, Boss Gao smiled and said: "You said let me sell the stocks, I sold them all the next day, you see that I escaped a catastrophe!"

"Oh" Zhang Jun remembered such a thing, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I heard that you are a trader in the south, can you tell me that you can buy stocks now?" asked Boss Gao again.

"You can buy some domestic necessities. ”

The thin tall boss squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Jun, a mouthful of smoke erupted from his mouth, the smoke and the smell of fireworks fused together, very pungent, Zhang Jun dodged to the side and said: "This time the market may not be small, buy some smaller plates, in line with the stimulation of domestic demand like cement, 3g, metal, etc." ”

"Specifically?"

Zhang Jun naturally knew the meaning of what he said, but his own underlying stocks would never say it, and he didn't study many other stocks by himself, but he had an idea and said: "Look at Zhongtian Technology, I have this ticket." ”

"Good!"

Looking at Boss Gao's happy appearance, Zhang Jun's psychology was also very cool, he was not like others who refused to tell his stocks, for fear of affecting himself, Zhang Jun never thought so.

The fireworks in the sky gradually sparsed, the sound of firecrackers gradually stopped, the people in the square slowly dispersed, Boss Gao also left beautifully, Zhang Jun stayed for a while and felt a cold wind hit a little cold, he wrapped his clothes and ran home.

The night of the Chinese New Year's Eve is a sleepless night, many people are playing mahjong all night, but his family does not have this habit, after the Spring Festival Gala not long after the parents sleep and rest, and Zhang Jun is a person lying on the bed to light the bedside lamp and look at various books about securities, through two sitting in the village trading Yes, he looked at these books already felt unusually simple, flipped through one after another, Zhang Jun unknowingly also fell asleep.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Jun deliberately got up early to clean up his house, and then he came outside to wait for Yang Jiahui's arrival.

He came to the door of the community and waited quietly for Jiahui, and after a short time, he saw a black BMW slowly coming from a distance, and through the window, he could clearly see that the beautiful face was smiling at him, why did Jiahui drive here today? Zhang Jun thought to himself.

"Jiahui, why did you drive here today?" Zhang Jun opened the car door and asked.

"You let me carry so many things!"

Zhang Jun turned his head to look at the back seat, it turned out that there were some gifts piled up on the back seat, and he saw at a glance the clothes he bought in Shenzhen, and some of them should be some daily necessities or gifts, so he asked: "Why are there so many?"

"It's all easy to use and delicious. ”

When the two of them carried the bags upstairs, Zhang Jun's parents had already cleaned up the house again, looking at Jiahui wearing gorgeous clothes today, the two "old men" were also overjoyed, and her mother pulled her to sit on the sofa for a meal.

Today, Zhang Jun is in charge of the cooking, although the cooking is not as delicious as Yang Jiahui, but the simple dishes are also very good, anyway, they are all family members and no one laughs at them.

The Chinese New Year is such a day, the family reunites together happily forget all the troubles, whether rich or poor, every family is like this, the Spring Festival is a kind of atmosphere, a kind of family affection, eating and drinking for them has no temptation, simply more pleasant.

After Yang Jiahui spent a day at Zhang Jun's house in the first year of junior high school, Zhang Jun in the second year of junior high school also came to Yang Jiahui's house with a bunch of gifts, and naturally spent the day very comfortably.

After a few days of eating and drinking, both of them were a little tired, so they decided to meet in a few days, and they would all have a good rest at home for a few days or go to the same school to have a look, because on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, they would embark on the journey south again and stay away from these relatives and friends again.

On this day, when Zhang Jun was still in a daze in bed, his mother walked in and said, "Dajun, Uncle He has a treat today, let's go together in a while!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Jun knows psychologically that their family and Uncle He's family are old neighbors, and every year during the Spring Festival, the two families will choose a time to get together for a good chat, maybe this year at his house, maybe this year at Uncle He's house, this year when he goes to Uncle He's house and can see He Yuanyuan again, Zhang Jun suddenly remembered something, has Analyst Yan found it now? He is a pit father, and he doesn't know how Yuanyuan is doing now?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun was much more energetic, he opened his eyes and saw that the clock on the wall was already ten o'clock in the morning, and then looked outside the window that the sun was already shining, Zhang Jun got up from the bed and put on his clothes and pants, and prepared to go to Uncle He's house with his parents.