February 4, 2000, Chinese New Year's Eve.

Appropriate: make a bed, close the account, enter the house, ask for a name, collect a collection, ask for an heir, sacrifice, and open a warehouse

Don't: Fasting, cooking, bed, burial.

Early in the morning, Song Mengcheng dialed the fixed phone at home, at that time, the fixed phone was the mainstream, the mobile phone was considered a luxury, and the call was answered by Song Chuwen.

Song Mengcheng said, "Dad, Happy Spring Festival!

Song Chuwen said: "Your mother is chopping the stuffing, and she will wrap it in a while." How are you doing over there, town?"

As soon as Zhuang Lan heard that it was her son, she immediately ran over and put her ear next to the phone.

Song Mengcheng said: "I'm going to buy some quick-frozen dumplings in a while, and call two classmates to celebrate the festival together in the evening." ”

Song Chuwen said: "How about it, are you used to it in Hainan? Are you out of money, after the sixth day of the new year, I will go to the bank to call you." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "It's very good here, there are mountains and rivers, it's much better than at home, I have enough money, don't worry." ”

Song Chuwen said: "That's good, your mother is here to listen and say a few words to your mother." ”

Song Chuwen handed over the phone to Zhuang Lan and went to the kitchen by himself, Song Chuwen is taciturn and doesn't like to express himself very much, Zhuang Lan is different, and grabbing the phone is a series of question marks.

"Son, you said that you are true, and you will not go home during the Spring Festival. Do you eat well over there? Is it cold in winter? How are you going to spend the Spring Festival?"

Song Mengcheng has long been accustomed to his mother's character, and said with a smile: "Mom's side is Hainan, it's very warm, and I'm used to eating, but the dishes are lighter, I'm fine, don't worry." In the evening, I made an appointment with two classmates to buy some quick-frozen dumplings and cook a few dishes. ”

Zhuang Lan said: "Son, although the weather over there is warm, but it is very tidal, you must wear autumn pants in winter, pay attention to keep warm, or it is easy to get rheumatism." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "All dressed, don't worry, I took care of myself, what about my sister?"

Zhuang Lan said: "Shanshan is still sleeping under the covers, I told her to listen to the phone?"

Song Mengcheng said: "No, I'll just ask casually and tell her to sleep." ”

Zhuang Lan said, "Son, how did you do in the final exam?"

Song Mengcheng said: "The grades are okay, in the middle and upper reaches, all the subjects have passed, that is, the physical education has almost not passed, but the teacher has lowered the standards for our students from other places, so we have passed." ”

Zhuang Lan said: "I heard your father say that you don't come back during the Spring Festival, because you want to work and study over there, son, you have to focus on your studies, you are only a freshman, and your work is still early, and your family can't afford to go to school, so you must not delay your studies." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Don't worry, I just use my spare time to do odd jobs, I can't spend much time, and I can't delay my studies." ”

Zhuang Lan: "......"

After talking about the phone for half an hour, Zhuang Lan was reluctant to hang up the phone, and Song Mengcheng understood her mother's personality and kept chatting with her.

After hanging up the phone, Song Mengcheng called Fang Xiaoya and asked her to wait at the West Gate, buy vegetables together, and cook for Chinese New Year's Eve. Fang Xiaoya, who received the call, was very happy and hurriedly changed her clothes and put on makeup.

Sun Lili asked, "What's the good thing, so excited?"

Fang Xiaoya said: "Song Mengcheng asked me to spend Chinese New Year's Eve together, do you say it's worth being happy?"

Sun Lili sighed and said, "You have someone to accompany you for Chinese New Year's Eve, what should I do, you can bear to let me welcome the New Year alone in the dormitory?"

Fang Xiaoya said, "Or, will you go with us?"

Sun Lili glanced at Fang Xiaoya and said, "You have used the word "or not", obviously unwillingly." Forget it, I'm not going to use the light bulb, I'll fix it myself. ”

After Fang Xiaoya finished applying lipstick, she kissed Sun Lili's face and said, "I know that you are the best." ”

Sun Lili said: "You are so disgusting, you want to complain, and go to your Song Mengcheng to complain." ”

Song Mengcheng waited for half an hour at the West Gate before he saw Fang Xiaoya's figure and asked, "Why did you come out?" I have been waiting for you for half an hour. ”

Fang Xiaoya hugged Song Mengcheng's arm and said, "Celebrate the Spring Festival with you, I don't have to dress up well." ”

The two of them went to JH Market to buy quick-frozen dumplings, beer and some fruits, Song Mengcheng wanted to go back, Fang Xiaoya proposed to buy some vegetables and go back to make them herself, on the way back, Song Mengcheng bought a pair of couplets and some fireworks.

In fact, Fang Xiaoya really wanted to buy a few chicken wings, thinking that Song Mengcheng didn't eat meat and couldn't cook it herself, so she hesitated in front of the stall and gave up.

Song Mengcheng noticed this detail and asked Fang Xiaoya, "Do you want to eat meat?"

Fang Xiaoya nodded.

Song Mengcheng said so, don't buy meat, the first is that I don't eat it, and the second is that you can't do it, I suggest that we order two meat dishes at the meal, and when you eat, you can just heat it up.

Fang Xiaoya said, "Really?"

Song Mengcheng said: "It's just that I personally don't eat meat, in fact, I don't object to others eating meat, but I don't encourage it either." ”

Fang Xiaoya ordered two dishes to pack in Xiangmanyuan, one is steamed tilapia, and the other is cola chicken wings, saying that the meaning is that there is more than enough every year, spread your wings and fly.

Back to Unit C 403, the first thing was to paste the Spring Festival couplets, and then with the assistance of Fang Xiaoya, the cleaning was carried out, saying that it was assistance, but in fact, it was Song Mengcheng who really assisted, Fang Xiaoya was responsible for cleaning up, and Song Mengcheng could only be reduced to doing some work to help take out the garbage.

In fact, this place is not dirty, and the employees of the new classic will take turns on duty every day, and the cleaning scope covers all places except for the bedroom where Song Mengcheng lives.

Fang Xiaoya is a very careful person, more like the hostess here, although it is not too dirty, she still cleans up a lot of waste paper and pens and other things, and cleans up all the dust in some inconspicuous corners.

For the cleaning of Song Mengcheng's room, Fang Xiaoya was extra attentive, folded the quilt, mopped the floor, and rinsed the bathroom with a shower head to dry it again, even the toilet, washbasin, small cups for brushing teeth, and mirrors were cleaned again, and Fang Xiaoya's movements were very slow during the whole process, more like completing a ritual.

Song Mengcheng stood at the door of the bathroom smoking a cigarette, holding an ashtray in the other hand, and suddenly had an indescribable sense of happiness.

Song Mengcheng said: "Okay Xiaoya, it's almost done, don't tire you down." ”

Hearing the title of Xiaoya, Fang Xiaoya put down the rag in her hand, her eyebrows were crooked, and she said, "I didn't expect you to know how to care about people, say it again, I'll listen." ”

Song Mengcheng felt inexplicable and said, "Say anything again?"

Fang Xiaoya said, "Say what you just said again." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Okay, Xiaoya. Before she could say the next sentence, Fang Xiaoya hurriedly replied: "Hey." ”

Song Mengcheng asked, "What do you mean?"

Fang Xiaoya smiled and said: "This is the title in the future, you call me Xiaoya, and I call you Xiaocheng." That's what it means. ”

Song Mengcheng suddenly realized that he was less guarded against feelings, and this was really not good news for Song Mengcheng, who was afraid of trouble.

Seeing Song Mengcheng who was stunned, Fang Xiaoya stuffed the rag in her hand into Song Mengcheng's hand and said, "Why are you stunned, go and wash this rag." ”

"Hey, little one. Song Mengcheng replied with a well-behaved face, Fang Xiaoya turned on the faucet and washed her hands before letting open the door of the bathroom.

Song Mengcheng asked Fang Xiaoya while washing the rag: "How do you spend the Spring Festival every year?"

Fang Xiaoya said: "Before my parents separated, they were watching TV at home, they made dumplings, and then they basically went to my mother's place for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, what about you?"

Fang Xiaoya obviously didn't want to talk much about her family's affairs, and was busy changing the topic: "I'm similar to you, but my participation is much stronger than yours." ”

"It's just a festival, what else do you need to participate?" Fang Xiaoya asked puzzled.

Song Mengcheng said: "Chinese festivals, especially young people, basically watch festivals, not festivals in the real sense, you see people abroad for Christmas, carnival, are all involved in it, enjoy it, Chinese like to watch others happy, different." ”

Fang Xiaoya smiled: "It's true, when I was a child, I celebrated the New Year, watching my dad set off firecrackers, watching them put coins in dumplings, watching them clean their rooms, watching the Spring Festival party, I actually participated in eating it." ”

Song Mengcheng: "You are different this year, you participated in the whole process, not only bought vegetables, but also cleaned the room, and we cooked a meal together, and the feeling of this festival is complete." ”

Fang Xiaoya said, "What's the matter, don't you want to cook, push me to do the work?"

Song Mengcheng said: "Conscience of heaven and earth, didn't I just say, let's cook together?"

Lunch is indeed made by two people, but in fact, the knife work and stir-fry are all from the hands of Song Mengcheng.

Song Mengcheng made four dishes, cold salad with shredded cucumbers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded cabbage and braised eggplant. Fang Xiaoya was in charge of washing the dishes, and then made various shapes for the baked dishes, and even found a digital camera from the office and took a lot of photos of the dishes, which is quite a food expert.

As for the fish and chicken wings, which were already cold, Fang Xiaoya went back to the pot and fried them again, and a hearty lunch was placed on the table.

Fang Xiaoya poured two glasses of beer and said, "Xiaocheng, I think this Spring Festival is particularly meaningful, let's take a photo together, okay?"

Song Mengcheng said: "I'm not a big photo and don't like to take pictures, but today is Chinese New Year's Eve, so I can make an exception." ”

Fang Xiaoya first moved all the dishes to the table, then put Song Mengcheng's hand on her shoulder, held the camera high in her right hand, pressed the shutter of the camera repeatedly, and took a few headshots of the two people.

Song Mengcheng said: "It's okay, let's eat after filming." ”

Fang Xiaoya looked through the camera and confirmed that the photos taken were okay, before she happily raised her glass and said, "Cheers, Xiaocheng, Happy Spring Festival!"