By the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, every household was making the final sprint for the New Year. It is also to prepare vegetables and make dumplings, and it is to clean and paste Spring Festival couplets. Only the sour jujube house is deserted, and there is no movement. It was still Sour Apricot who sent a few cubs to take the time to come over and hurriedly clean up, so that the lifeless courtyard could be a little fresh.

As usual, Muqin and Feng'er had to walk around the village on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, especially those who were lonely and widowed and those with difficult families. Inspect how the annual purchase of each family is doing, and whether the condolences purchased by the village have been distributed in place. The two of them entered the courtyard of the sour jujube, and were just in time to take the labor ladder to the premises to post the Spring Festival couplets. The mother-in-law still knelt in the hall, closing her eyes and praying for that word. A body of the size outside the body seems to have nothing to do with it. The sour jujube is still lying on the bed like a dead man. The tears were gone, but the beard grew wildly, covering his thin jaw. It was as if all his tears had seeped into his barren skin, giving him enough moisture for his beard to grow, or perhaps all the nutrients in his body had been channeled to his chin to produce such a thick and thick beard. His eyes were staring straight at the fence, and his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be sleeping, which was really worrying.

Xylophone was startled, and then he believed that Maosheng's worries were not unnecessary. If it drags on like this any longer, let alone the family is scattered, I'm afraid I won't even be able to save people's lives. She asked her mother-in-law what to say, and her mother-in-law seemed to not know, still repeating the same sentence a thousand times. Asked the sour jujube again, the sour jujube barely raised his body, wanting to sit up, but he couldn't sit still. had to lean on the head of the bed half-lying and half-sitting, and answered the two of them weakly.

Xylophone clutched the thin fingers of the sour jujube, and tears almost fell. After a while, Xylophone said, this is good, I have to live for the New Year.

Feng'er said, sister-in-law, don't feel uncomfortable. I have discussed with my father and mother, and I will take my uncle and aunt to my hometown tonight for the New Year. After eating the reunion dinner, I will call the labor to send it back. He is also here to accompany the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Xylophone replied helplessly, it's okay, just call labor to accompany you. After the New Year's dinner, I also asked Jing'er and Zhong'er to come over to accompany me. Uncle has always liked these two babies, and he may be in a better mood.

The sour jujube moved its shriveled cheeks, barely squeezing out a smile, but it was more ugly than crying. He replied weakly, don't, tonight is the Chinese New Year's Eve, you have to keep Chinese New Year's Eve at home, don't worry about the two of you. Both of us are people buried in the neck, and there is nothing in the way if we don't survive the New Year. It's all busy with their own going, and it's important to live your own year.

Feng'er wiped the corners of her eyes and said, you two don't want to celebrate the New Year, how can we have a good New Year. If you two want us to have a good New Year, you'll have to cheer yourself up.

The sour jujube was speechless.

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