After three rounds of drinking, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Many of the people had fallen on the table, delirious from drinking.

"It's not too early, so be it for today. ”

"Xiaofan, Zhang Fei, you are responsible for sending the drunk classmates home safely. ”

Seeing that the party was almost over, Zhou Han said to the few classmates who were not drunk.

"Brother Han, don't worry, I'll leave it to me. ”

Wu Jiangfan responded with a smile on his face, and at the same time began to organize everyone's homecoming.

Zhang Fei didn't speak, but he also joined Wu Jiangfan's team and played a big role.

"Brother Han, then let's go first!"

Supporting a drunken classmate, Wu Jiangfan said goodbye to Zhou Han and walked out of the box.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Fei held a classmate and walked out immediately, but before that, he left a "thank you".

As soon as the people left, Zhou Han got up and prepared to go to the checkout.

"Zhou Han. ”

When he walked to the door, a voice behind him stopped him, and he subconsciously turned around.

"Is there something wrong with this classmate?"

I saw that this was a fairly good-looking girl, and Zhou Han felt a little familiar.

But it was too long, and he couldn't remember it well.

"Oh, nothing, goodbye!"

"Well, goodbye!" Zhou Han replied.

He only felt that this girl was a little inexplicable, and what she said was messy.

Alas, woman, what an incomprehensible animal.

The girl looked at Zhou Han's back, her heart was panicked, and her eyes were inexplicably a little red.

It wasn't until later, when Wu Jiangfan mentioned this matter, that Zhou Han suddenly realized.

When the girl was in her second year of high school, she confessed to Zhou Han, but she was rejected by him under the pretext of studying hard to get into college.

It's a sad story.

...

The seventh day of the lunar month.

Zhou Han's family of three drove back to their hometown in the countryside and bought many things on the way to prepare.

Guyuan Village, which has the same name as Guyuan District, is only a small village.

Most of the people in the village have the surname Zhou, and it is not an exaggeration to call it Zhoujia Village.

Wide, undulating fields, as far as the eye can see.

There is no vitality of spring, no lushness of summer, and no fruit of autumn.

The field paths and ridges are as distinct as the green tendons on the skinny people.

The arid rice seedlings are looking forward to the snow quilt that the heavens have given them.

Who's got a hare, out of the corn stalks heaped hastily, ran into the depths of the field.

The soft sunset, the gorgeous sunset, lying horizontally on the Xunlong Mountain not far from the sky.

Clusters of villages built against the mountains, curling smoke rising from the roofs of houses.

It is like a girl in a white veil dancing, graceful in the light of the setting sun.

Zhou Han poked his head out of the car window, breathing in the fresh air, admiring this rare beauty.

An evening breeze blew, ruffling his hair, and there was a strange beauty of tranquility.

Passing by a stone bridge, it is an old stone arch bridge.

Across the Xunlong River with low chanting and singing, the water is beautiful, the people are beautiful, and the bridge is more beautiful.

The bluestone pavement on the bridge has long been polished by the footsteps of pedestrians.

"Lao Zhou, you're back, look at this car, you've made a lot of money this year, right?"

"Yes, on the day of the big day, I'm back for the New Year, and I'll go to your house later!"

"Hahaha, welcome at any time!"

The car drove slowly into Guyuan Village, and Zhou Pidong greeted the villagers on the side of the road one by one.

Many villagers found that he seemed to be a little unusually active this year.

Looking at the spring-filled Zhou Pidong, Zhou Han couldn't help but hold his forehead, shake his head and smile bitterly.

Can we keep a low profile?

After a while, the three of them came to a small two-story building with a large courtyard in front of the door.

There are four elderly people living in it.

"Dad, Mom, we're back!"

After Zhou Pidong and Chen Fang got out of the car, they hurriedly shouted towards Xiaolou.

At the same time, I took down the things in the car one by one.

"Hanzi, hurry up and move things. ”

Zhou Han, who had just gotten out of the car, was suddenly arrested.

"Dad, you said you, can't you wait for the car to drive into the yard and then take things out?" Zhou Han was speechless.

"That's not good, I'll have to go out later, hurry up, stinky boy, dare to make fun of your dad, do you want to be beaten?"

"Okay, good, all listen to you!"

Hearing the movement, the four old men opened the gate of the courtyard and hurriedly walked out.

"Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, hello!" Zhou Han was the first to shout.

"Xiao Han is back too, and he looks like he's grown a lot taller?"

Zhou Pidong and Chen Fang are also only children and have no brothers and sisters.

The four elderly people stayed in the countryside and did not want to go into the city to disturb their children.

In order to facilitate the care of the elderly on both sides, they were arranged together.

It's good to take care of each other.

"Come on in, it's been another good year!"

Grandpa sighed, and the other old men nodded in agreement.

...

The eighth day of the lunar month.

As a traditional festival in China, it is a signal that the "New Year" is coming.

Traditionally, laba porridge is drunk on this day and laba garlic is made.

Before dawn, my grandmother and grandmother had already gotten up and were ready to make laba porridge for everyone to eat for breakfast.

Chen Fang started to clean up, carried a few buckets of water, and had a great posture of washing the entire small building.

Zhou Han's father and son naturally did not survive the disaster, and they were pulled strong one after another.

Grandpa and grandfather are leisurely, they are both cultural people, and they can write with a few brushes.

The two of them stood at the table and began to write couplets, which were very high.

It's fulfilling, everyone has something to do, and time flies.

...

On Chinese New Year's Eve.

Everyone in the village got up early, including Zhou Han's family, and did some similar things.

Paste couplets, worship ancestors, burn incense, light candles, and hang lanterns.

Of course, there is also the word Fu upside down.

"Mom, Dad, this is the new clothes I bought for you, put them on and try them on. ”

Chen Fang took out a few new clothes and distributed them to the four old men in turn.

It caused several old people to laugh again and again.

On this day, the big guys are dressed in new clothes, and the little ones are running around.

"Grandpa, grandpa, tell me the story of your youth!"

Zhou Han sat next to several old people and began to ask about the old man's story.

"Okay, since Xiao Han wants to hear it, then I'll talk about it. ”

Grandpa and Grandpa laughed and told many stories from the last century.

Evening.

Everyone gathered together and had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Although there are only seven people, the dishes are not a lot.

Dishes such as chicken, fish, oysters, lettuce, bean curd, garlic and pork belly are served.

Of course, there are dumplings, which are the most important feast that cannot be replaced by any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

The old men drank wine and talked about life.

In the dead of night.

Zhou Han was guarding the New Year, standing in the courtyard, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The moon appears in mid-air, and the sky is full of stars.

The stars in the sky, they do their best to blend the bits and pieces of light together.

Although it is not as brilliant as the sun, nor as clear as the moon.

But that dreamlike light sprinkled into the world and illuminated people's hearts.

Make the earth strange and bring beautiful dreams to people.

...

New Year's Day.

The sound of firecrackers rang out, and Zhou Han walked out of the house and walked around the village.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

When everyone meets on the road, whether they are familiar with each other or not, they will say "Happy New Year" to each other.

Zhou Han unconsciously came to the stone arch bridge, staring at the crystal clear river, and was a little fascinated.

Thinking back to his previous life, he sighed secretly.

"This year's flavor is really nostalgic!"