Whenever the New Year approaches, there are endless feasts to eat. It seems that in the past few days, weddings, housewarming and other happy events have also come one after another. In a place like the countryside, there are not many people in the village at ordinary times, and everyone defaults to saving the happy event for the New Year. For example, there are many happy events such as May 11 in the city, and in the countryside, they are concentrated in the New Year, and everyone goes home for the time. This kind of banquet is not only to celebrate the blessing of the living Tao, but also to bless the bond of this nostalgia.

are all concentrated in holding banquets in the past few days, basically every day has not been broken, and sometimes there are even several families a day, and Yang Yunruo's family is not enough, so it can only be said that others can bring money. People can not get, the gift money must be to seem to become an unwritten rule, although the banquet is basically a loss, but everyone still likes the lively atmosphere of many people, basically every family is trying to win the name of the village to add a lively to their family's celebration. Despite being busy, it was blissful.

After the banquet, he can still pack the unfinished dishes home, and the continuous big fish and meat have made Yang Yunruo feel very tired. The refrigerator is stuffed to the brim, and the plum cabbage button meat, lion head, shrimp, and elbow can be eaten until the New Year.

The year in some areas of the south is also a little different from the year in the north, the north is more dumplings, the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve is not too good to eat, they like to keep the year, keep until the early morning to cook dumplings, grab wealth, in the eyes of many northerners, this dumpling is the New Year; and in the south, they regard the Chinese New Year's Eve to this day as the New Year, this night must be the best food of the year, in their opinion, this meal is the year. Northerners love fireworks, from the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve until the next day, deafening; Southerners like firecrackers, with a crisp and continuous sound more like the nagging of neighbors, crackling like popping beans during the day. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, northerners will go to people to pay New Year's greetings, kowtow to their elders, and express their sincere wishes, while southerners like to go to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva gods and ghosts on the first day of the Lunar New Year, praying for the fortune of the year and wanting to be blessed by ghosts and gods.

There is always a big difference between the South and the North. But it's almost the same, on the second day of junior high school, I must go back to my parents' home. For most daughters who get married, the second year of junior high school feels like a big day. Different from the uncertainty of returning to his parents' home in his early years, the second year of junior high school seems to be a general inheritance of returning to his parents' home, which has been passed down from the ancestors from generation to generation.

On this day, Yang Yunruo's eldest sister came back with a pair of children. The second sister and the third sister have all married away from other provinces, and although they have some friendship with Yang Yunruo's family, they are not very close. On the contrary, the daughters of the two uncles' families are very close to Yang Yunruo's family, since it is because of the proximity, Yang Yunruo's eldest sister and several cousins are about the same age, they went to school together, and later worked in the factory together. Every year when they go back to their parents' house, the four of them will meet together, have a lively time, and they can still see each other. Nowadays, they go to different places to make a living, and the number of times they can see each other is too few, and even fewer can get together.

Not long after my sister came, three cousins also came. In an instant, the house became lively. Four sisters, four brothers-in-law, and then eight children, each in pairs. Yang Yunruo looked at the eight tall and short nephews, the eldest one was two years younger than him, and the younger one was still in kindergarten, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he should be the same generation as them, but now he actually wanted to give him a red envelope. Especially the eldest one, who has been working for several years, always feels a little unable to hold the original 100 red envelopes in his hand. I had to silently return to the room, close the door, and re-wrap a little more.

When the two aunts came, Yang Yunruo knew that on the day of grandma's 'new grave' this year, all relatives and friends had to come to mourn her on this day. For this grandmother he has never met, Yang Yunruo has a good impression. In the original memory of Yang Yunruo, most of his childhood was occupied by a kind smile.

The two uncles have already purchased real estate in the county, and they are away all the year round, and the family's belongings are basically abandoned, so they have to come to Yang Yunruo's house, and the matters that were originally handed down by the eldest son's family have also fallen to Yang Yunruo's father, Yang Bin. Kneel in the ancestral hall to thank the relatives and friends who came to the new grave, as well as the neighbors who came to the ancestral hall to offer incense to the old lady, and everyone who came had to kowtow. In just one morning, Yang Bin's head was still broken, and the redness and swelling were a little terrible.

All kinds of aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, there were dozens of people who came. I usually don't pay much attention to it, but it turns out that I have so many relatives in my family. Because it was the New Year, everyone was dressed in a festive and glamorous manner, and there was no heavy atmosphere of going to the grave at all.

Three incense sticks, a pair of candles, a short string of firecrackers, and a small stack of burning yellow paper represent the faint thoughts of the deceased old man and the blessings for the future.

Relatives and friends burned this yellow paper, even if it was the last trip of the old lady at this point in time. In the future, everyone doesn't have to think about it.

Four sisters and two sisters-in-law helped Zhang Luo with lunch, going back and forth in the narrow kitchen. The elder brother and uncle and a few elders have opened several tables of mahjong and playing cards, and there are scattered banknotes on the table. A few aunts and aunts were surrounded by a few low stools, the parents chattered non-stop, and the little grandsons ran in circles around them. The younger generation of the group is black together, scolding and scolding, which makes people look sideways.

Yang Yunruo glanced at his brother's circle and found that he was in the circle of juniors who pretended to be young and did it decisively. Mahjong playing cards is not back, parents can't talk for a short time, it's better to have a game together.

"Uncle, you can't play, you old people should go play mahjong or something. This is what nephew Cao Zhi said to Yang Yunruo, and in an instant, Yang Yunruo's glass heart felt like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and it was already shattered.

"Uncle, I heard that you are a star, what TV series and movies have you acted in?" asked nephew Wang Haiyang cutely.

"I never thought of it," Yang Yunruo said happily.

"I haven't heard of it," a group of little kids shook their heads and looked at Yang Yunruo.

"Uncle, why aren't you married yet?" said her niece Yang Pei mending the knife on the side.

Yang Yunruo felt that he couldn't stay here. This is simply hell, I want to be in this group of children, I'm afraid I will die of anger. It's just that the already small home is suddenly full of so many people, and there is no place for Yang Yunruo to stay, and it is already difficult to find a quiet place to live and. In order to prevent someone from getting his computer, Yang Yunruo had to go back to his room, enduring the noise of playing cards in the room and the thick smell of smoke, pretending to watch playing cards and looking at his computer.