Chapter 6 Chinese New Year's Eve, a dilemma......

The younger brother has been gone for almost a year, and the younger sister-in-law is still young, as an older sister, He Xue hopes that Xiao'e can get out of her grief as soon as possible and find her own happiness, so she said what she thought in her heart.

"Sister, what you said is not unreasonable, but in my heart, Xiao Lei has never left! No!" Xiao'e hesitated for a moment, but still gave a negative answer.

"I don't want to go anywhere now, maybe, you all think that Xiao Lei is gone, in fact, as long as I am in this home, I can feel that he has always been with me, but we are isolated by an invisible thing, I know, I am guarding this home for him. ”

Yes, for parents, the presence of their daughter-in-law and grandson is like the presence of their son,......

He Xue looked over with the rest of her eyes, and her brother-in-law gently wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and then turned her head around, but with a smile on her face, "Sister, no matter when you come back, this family is waiting for you, your parents are here, Xiaolei is also there, really!"

After listening to her brother-in-law's words, He Xue felt that she had suddenly become small, and fell silent for a while, maybe because her sister was of the same age, but Xiao'e opened the conversation, "Sister, in fact, I am not bitter at all, I watch Liangliang grow up day by day every day, and I ...... for Xiaolei to honor his parents." ”

"Really one day, I'm getting old, my parents are gone, Liangliang is also married, I will consider finding a companion again, not dragging others down, that is, a companion, companion ......" In the end, Xiao'e's face flew a red glow, bowed her head and continued to be busy with the work in hand.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve was the sumniest table Zhao Nan had ever seen, and the more this happened, the more difficult it was to say what he thought in his heart. "Dad, you drink a bar!" Zhao Xiaoran held the bottle of red wine that had been opened, which was specially brought back from Huang Mingshi's home.

"Dad doesn't drink it, Dad drinks tea, it may be a lack of sleep, and his head hurts a little, you pour it for Grandpa first." Zhao Nan secretly thought to himself, how to speak, because of the pressure of thought, his head began to sweat.

"Are you okay, husband!" He Xue touched Zhao Nan's forehead worriedly, and then gently wiped it on his forehead.

"I'm fine, Xiaoxue, don't worry, let's start, Dad can't wait, Dad, you say a few words!" Zhao Nan focused on his father-in-law, He Chuntian.

The family looked at each other, and the old man had already picked up the cup, "Come on, children, the New Year, the family is reunited, and your mother and I are happy to see you!" The old man turned to his wife beside him, "Yes, old woman!"

"Happy New Year, Dad, Mom!" Zhao Nan said the words of blessing, but he was even more anxious in his heart, when should he say it more appropriately.

After touching two glasses in a row, everyone's faces were full of happiness, only Zhao Nan was worried.

"Dad, you be happy, celebrate the New Year, welcome and send off all night, this is not what I said, everyone should be happy together at this moment tonight. Daughter Xiao Ran saw her father's displeasure and said a poem by Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, which was quoted by the national leader.

"Ran, you want to find a way to coax your father!" He Xue guessed the reason why her husband was unhappy, but she couldn't think of anything.

"Hey, let's play poetry and fly flowers, whoever loses, either drink or put on a show. Zhao Xiaoran's eyes lit up, and she said a method she was best at, which was the drinking order of the ancient literati that she remembered.

"You have a bad idea, your grandfather and grandmother have never gone to school at all, besides, Liangliang is so young, how can he know any poetry!" He Xue said angrily.

"I will! I can Tang poems, my mother taught me a lot!" He Liangliang retorted loudly, and then recited loudly, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be ......" Although the voice was immature, it was serious, causing everyone to laugh out loud, and Zhao Nan also laughed out loud.

"Look, my dad laughed!" Zhao Xiaoran pointed at Zhao Nan and said loudly.

"Xiao Nan, do you have something on your mind, just say it and listen to it, just say it!" He Chuntian looked at his son-in-law and asked solemnly.

"Dad, I'm fine, maybe I was tired from driving last night, I can't lift my spirits, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while. Zhao Nan really didn't want to ruin the old man's interest, so he had to wait.

"It's okay, it's okay!" After making sure that his son-in-law was fine, the old man turned to He Xue again, "Xiaoxue, children love to play, just have fun, I'll watch you play with your mother!" He Chuntian looked at his grandson and granddaughter with a smile, happy in his heart.

"Sister, let's play with Xiao Ran, Liangliang and I also like it, since Xiao Ran participated in the poetry conference last time, we will memorize Tang poems and Song lyrics if we have nothing to do, don't underestimate the two of us, maybe we will win you, hehe!" Xiao'e seemed to be very interested.

"Mom, do you see, my aunt and Liangliang are not afraid, are you still afraid of a Chinese teacher?" Xiao Ran's tone was full of provocation.

"When did mom ever be afraid of you, who taught you that little ink in your stomach, participate in a poetry contest, and you will your tail, you say, how do you fly?"

"For the sake of fairness, we divided people into three groups, I counted one group, my aunt and Liangliang counted as one group, and my father and mother counted as one group, which is equivalent to three teams participating in the competition. "My daughter naturally feels that she is very strong, just like He Xue said, a little bit of a tail.

However, in everyone's opinion, such a Xiao Ran is more cute, which is called self-confidence.

"I'll start with the rules,......

According to what Xiao Ran said, their poetry flying flower order tonight is not very strict, as long as you say a poem, bring any of the four words "Happy Spring Festival", even if it is connected, it is not like the poetry conference, saying the word "spring", you must ask to bring the word spring.

"This is simple, I'll come first, I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. Aunt Zhou Xiao'e took the lead.

Next, it should be the group of mom and dad, "The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring." Zhao Nan came as soon as he opened his mouth, and his words were not bad, not only the poetry of the great man, but also with two spring characters, and he also shifted his attention, so as not to destroy the festive atmosphere of the family.

Zhao Nan was still thinking about the epidemic in his heart, and 1287 cases were .......

Everyone no longer paid attention to Zhao Nan's anxiety, and they all paid attention to and thought about Feihua Ling's poems.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past?" just started, and naturally couldn't help but Zhao Xiaoran, who had participated in the competition, opened his mouth to say the poppy beauty of Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

"Mom, don't say it yet, I said I'll say it!" Liang Liang opened his throat and stopped his mother first, and then he was stunned for a few seconds, "Good rain, good rain knows the season, when spring happens." Is that going to work, Mom?"

"My house is shiny, you have talked about the Spring Festival and the Festival. Xiao'e excitedly kissed her son on the forehead.

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. He Xue instantly picked it up.

"Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with three springs. "Xiao Ran's speed is faster, this is Xiao Ran's experience, if you want to defeat your opponent, you must speed up and not give the enemy a chance and time to breathe and think.

Zhao Nan retracted his thoughts, looked at his daughter and nodded, "If you know this poem, then listen to its words and watch its deeds, you have to take practical actions,......"

"Dad, you are either distracted, or interrupted, affecting everyone, you should be punished for drinking, punished for drinking!"

Zhao Nan shook his head helplessly, drank half a cup of tea, and wanted to take the opportunity to educate his daughter, but he was attacked by this girl and punished herself.

"Aunt, come on, if you can't catch it, you have to drink it too. ”

"Who said it couldn't be connected, Liang Liang said quickly. Because of her brother-in-law Zhao Nan's sudden interjection, Xiao'e actually forgot the words she had thought of, and hurriedly poked Liangliang beside her, don't look at Liangliang Xiao, but she really doesn't care, "Wildfires can't burn endlessly, and the spring breeze blows and grows." ”

A wildfire can't be burned, the spring breeze blows and grows again, He Xue can't help but think of her younger brother He Lei again, and said with tears in her eyes, "The spring silkworm is dead, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry." ”

He Xue thought of her younger brother and thought of herself, a person, if he can do his best in his post, it is not a blessing in life.

"Mom!" Zhao Xiaoran, who is well versed in poetry, how can he not understand his mother's state of mind, but Chinese New Year's Eve is like this, a little heavy, and wants to say a few words of comfort.

"Xiao Ran, if you don't pick it up, it's time to be punished. "Dad Zhao Nan finally caught his daughter a chance.

"Who said I couldn't pick it up, then, what," Xiao Ran was so surprised by his father, and suddenly there were a lot of poems with words like Happy Spring Festival on his lips, and he ran away without a trace in an instant, and his brain was blank, but such a sentence came out, "Yang Liu sends songs, and the spring is dark." ”

"It's over, haha, the poetry flying flower order, I didn't let you idiom solitaire, baby daughter is ugly now!" Zhao Nan clapped his hands, with a gloating expression, he and his daughter often hit each other like this, and they were used to it, as a father, he didn't want to cultivate his daughter into a greenhouse flower.

"Who said this is an idiom, I am a poem!"

"Xiao Ran, you are not allowed to make it up yourself at home. "When I participated in the poetry conference, my daughter was in the link of the Flying Flower Order, at an emergency moment, improvised, and made a poem on the spot, narrowly defeating the opponent, but fortunately, the judges were not sure and did not point it out on the spot.

I remember that my daughter said later, she casually made up a sentence "Love is isolated and knows love more, and love is deep when it is love." ”

It was a flying flower order about the word "away", there were few poems containing the word "away", ordinary people only remember the grass on the plain, how can they remember other poems, less than three rounds, the daughter was dumb, fortunately, Xiao Ran's adaptability is super strong, and he casually created his own sentence.

It's also lucky, the judges turned out to be a bastard, they didn't think of the source of this poem for a long time, and they didn't dare to question it rashly, so they directly stunned the opponent and won a game.

"Mom, look at what you said, how can I have that level, these two sentences have a source. The father's troublemaking and the mother's questioning suddenly made the daughter feel very aggrieved, as if she had been wronged, and she was eager to defend herself.

This is a poem written by Bai Pu in the Yuan Dynasty, the name of the poem is called, Merry Son Huayue Juvenile Field, probably written in 1287, frolicking companion, the bottom story can not be forgotten. The willows send songs, the spring color is dark, the peach is smiling, and the fragrance of the sky is appreciated. The ,...... at the feast "In order to cleanse himself, Xiao Ran actually recited this ancient poem in public."

1287, hearing this number, Zhao Nan was stunned again, this number is so familiar, I remembered it, 1287 confirmed cases, at this rate, the spread of the epidemic should begin to enter a period of accelerated growth, tomorrow, what will happen tomorrow, "No!"

Zhao Nan said it very loudly, and people looked at him in surprise, what can't you do? Isn't Xiao Ran's poem good?

"Mom, look at my dad, play tricks!" Zhao Xiaoran simply stopped reciting and complained to He Xue.

"No, no, Xiao Ran, Dad didn't say you, I'm sorry, Dad apologizes to you!" Zhao Nan hurriedly coaxed his daughter, and then turned to his father-in-law, his face was full of guilt, "Dad, Mom, I can't accompany you two elders for the New Year anymore!"