On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the Song family --- in the house

There was a crackling crackle and a burst of firecrackers.

Song Zhichao curled up in the quilt, opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was not in Hong Kong, nor in Pan Yu, but in a very "unfamiliar" place--- to be precise, in his own room in his hometown.

It's a very clean room, with a few faded celebrity posters on the white walls, including Lau Dehua and Aaron Kwok.

A bedside table with a small oval green vanity mirror and a small clock-up rooster alarm clock.

In addition to these, it is a box of high-end Marlboro cigarettes that do not fit in with the surroundings.

Song Zhichao tried to move, stretched out his legs, he curled up all night last night, because he couldn't adapt to the cold weather here, unlike in Hong Kong or Panyu, the climate is pleasant, not to mention, there are air conditioners and the like.

Who knows, as soon as this leg is extended, I feel a burst of warmth.

Song Zhichao was surprised for a moment, and tried to touch the source of warmth with his foot, but it was a mass wrapped in something.

Song Zhichao was curious, so he nestled in the quilt, bent over, stretched out his arms, and tried to touch the hot thing, but after a closer look, it was an infusion bottle wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth--- the infusion bottle was filled with hot water, acting as a simple warm water treasure.

Needless to say, this must be the mother Wang Jinfeng who was afraid that her son would freeze in the middle of the night, got up and got it, and secretly stuffed it in, no wonder it was warm in the nest.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

At this time, there were more and more firecrackers outside, more and more dense, dense, and the ears were panicking.

Compared with the prohibition of fireworks and firecrackers in major cities in the future, the "New Year" of this era really has such a New Year's smell--- the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers wafting in through the window, so that Song Zhichao couldn't help but rub his nose.

Familiar taste, so good.

Song Zhichao wanted to bury his head in the quilt and squint for a while, but when he woke up like this, he couldn't sleep again.

Song Zhichao has always been a workaholic, likes to stay up late, likes to work non-stop, and now he is nested in the quilt, which is really not his style.

Helpless, it's too cold outside.

Song Zhichao hates this kind of weather, instead of getting up and shivering from the cold, it is better to hide in the quilt to warm up.

But at that moment, there was a knock on the door---

"Ah Chao, are you awake? I'm going to pay New Year's greetings to my uncle today, you can prepare. "It's Mom's business.

Song Zhichao then remembered that it was now in Nandu, in a small village in Nandu--- and the traditional custom here was that on the first day of the Lunar New Year, a large family would gather together to worship their ancestors, and by the way, they would pay New Year's greetings to the elders in the clan.

Unfortunately, Song Zhichao really has an elder who has lived for eighty-nine years --- third uncle.

The Song family is not a big family in this Zhuangzi, but it is also luxuriant, and the population of the Song family is almost thirty or forty people.

Originally, Song Haiming was going to go alone this year, but it happened that Song Zhichao rushed back last night. So Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng thought about it and summed it up, it was better to let their son follow Song Haiming to pay New Year's greetings, after all, Song Zhichao is also old, and he will get married soon, and he went to the south for three or four years, and many relatives are almost no longer aware of their cub, so it is good to let Song Zhichao show his face.

Of course, the most important thing is that Song Haiming feels that his son has a career --- can make so much money at once, which is more powerful than the 10,000 households in the village, and he is sorry for himself if he doesn't show his face.

Song Zhichao was helpless, knowing that he couldn't hide these things if he wanted to, so he got up from the bed, put on his clothes--- wear thicker, and put on the old padded jacket that his mother made for him last night.

Now it can be said that Song Zhichao has no requirements for his image, mainly because his body temperature can be maintained at a certain height.

After wearing clothes, even the shoes have been changed, the original high-end leather black leather shoes have been replaced by the popular version of cloth-soled old cotton shoes, which are also sewn by Wang Jinfeng, each needle eye is her hard work--- put it on, uh, it's very warm.

......

Song Zhichao got dressed and went out of the house, and he heard Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Aaron Kwok's "I can't stop loving you" from the room next to him.

Next door is the boudoir of Song Zhichao's sister Song Yuqing, this girl is obviously listening to songs in the house and humming along.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but be curious, so he knocked on the door and asked, "Can I go in?"

"Come in, the door is unlocked!" Ms. Song said.

Song Zhichao pushed the door in, but saw that the little sister Song Yuqing was humming a song and dressing up in the mirror.

She is wearing a red duck down jacket, with a beautiful butterfly hairpin on her head, and her hair is combed into the style of "Zheng Yuling" on the poster--- girls in this era basically like Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, and then look at her dresser, full of various tapes, glance, "Little Tigers", "Four Heavenly Kings", and this year's most popular treasure island singer Lin Zhiying's cassette album.

"Do you like them very much?" Song Zhichao pointed to the cassette tapes.

"Do you mean these songs, or these singers?" Song Yuqing put eyeshadow on her eyes.

"Singer. Song Zhichao said, "At your age, it's not suitable for this kind of eyeshadow, so it's best not to wear it." ”

Song Yuqing shrugged: "But I think it looks good." ”

Also, how can a little girl like her know how to be aesthetic, she only thinks that everyone else wears heavy eye shadow, and it is fashionable to follow her, and she doesn't understand what "pure" beauty is.

Song Zhichao: "Do you want to go to school in Hong Kong?"

"What?" Song Yuqing didn't hear clearly, she was in her third year of junior high school this year, and her academic performance was not bad.

"I said, do you want to go to Hong Kong?"

Heard clearly this time.

Song Yuqing was so excited that she almost painted her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, "You said Hong Kong?" widened her eyes.

"yes, I'm doing business over there, and I can help you if you want to go. Song Zhichao said lightly.

Song Yuqing was stunned for a long time, and suddenly glanced at Song Zhichao: "Brother, don't brag!"

Song Zhichao: "......"

"You think Hong Kong is so easy to go--- it's Hong Kong!" Song Yuqing deliberately said Hong Kong very loudly.

Song Zhichao smiled: "I'm serious, I don't play with you." ”

"I'll be honest, if you can take me to Hong Kong, I'll ......."

"Just what?"

"I don't worship Aaron Kwok anymore, I only worship you, brother!" Song Yuqing said loudly.

Song Zhichao smiled, and couldn't help touching the beautiful bow on his sister's head, "Okay, you just wait to worship me!"

Song Yuqing: "......"

I don't believe that Song Zhichao can really take her to Hong Kong.