The thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve is coming.

Lin Miao was woken up early in the morning by the sound of firecrackers downstairs.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock at the bedside, the time was half past seven, which was neither too early nor too late for a primary school student on vacation.

Lin Miao lay on the bed for about ten minutes, going through what she was going to do today, feeling that it would be a waste of her life to lie down again, and finally got up lazily.

Pushing open the door and coming out of his small bedroom, the living room was quiet.

The door of my parents' room is closed, and it seems that I haven't woken up yet, and I said that it's a holiday today, whether I wake up or not, it's rare to have a chance to sleep in, but I don't miss it.

Lin Miao brushed her teeth, washed her face, and didn't bother to go downstairs for breakfast.

All the small restaurants on Xicheng Street have been closed, and only the grocery store is still open, selling some New Year's gifts, and all kinds of drinks, cigarettes, and snacks that are sold on weekdays are all sold in boxes at this time. Large gift boxes with various packages are piled up on the curb in front of the grocery store, but there is no chengguan to take care of them. The smell of firecrackers and fireworks permeating the streets and alleys not only brings the smell of the New Year, but also dispels all bad emotions. Even those petitioners who are full of antisocial impulses all the year round have stopped at this time, and the whole society is extremely harmonious with the bacon that should be collected and the duck that should be steamed.

Lin Miao sat alone in the living room on an empty stomach and finished writing the last part of "Growing in the Dark".

The content is very appropriate, that is, the New Year.

There are only a few words, a bit of coping, but it is indeed a little weak in writing, complaining about reflex nerve paralysis, and the chicken soup is also a little disgusting. When he put down his pen and put away the last manuscript, the clock was pointing to half past nine in the morning.

Lin Miao exhaled a long breath, feeling that this year's time had not been wasted.

As for where Lao Lin and Jiang Ping's living expenses should go next year-

Lin Miao smiled bitterly and shook her head, who is raising whom in this family now......

My heart was a little empty, almost empty in my stomach.

Lin Miao sat on the sofa as empty as her body and soul, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

This TV with remote control was bought by Jiang Ping with part of the 5000 copyright buyout fee of "Worm Flying", and Lin Miao's opinion was not consulted before buying, and of course there was no way to return it after buying it. As for the rest of the money, Jiang Ping nominally said that it had been saved and left for Lin Miao to be his wife. But in view of the fact that there is still a long gap between his physical development period and the legal age of marriage at this time, in such a long process, it must not be surprising that anything happens, for example, Jiang Ping spent the money, for example, Lao Lin spent the money, for example, Jiang Ping and Lao Lin spent the money together......

So the words "leave it to you to marry a wife" are really good to listen to.

If any child is serious, the future life will be particularly tangled, because you may never know whether you owe your parents or your parents.

Lin Miao watched the replay program in the morning for a while, felt a little bored, and walked to the balcony to breathe.

The building of Lin Miao's house is still not full of people, upstairs and downstairs are not occupied, only the left balcony is full of five or six rows of spicy chicken and bacon cured, indicating that a normal family lives here.

On the other hand, on the balcony of Lin Miao's house, there are only clothes that Jiang Ping just washed the day before yesterday but never came in.

Bacon or something, non-existent......

In the past, Jiang Ping was too lazy to do these things when she had nothing to do at home, but now that she has the reason of street work, she will not do it, and Jiang Ping not only does not dry bacon during the New Year, nor does she drink Laba porridge during Laba, nor does she eat Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival, nor does she eat mustard rice on the second day of February, nor does she eat zongzi and garlic during the Dragon Boat Festival, in short, as long as it is something that should be done on traditional festivals, Jiang Ping does not do it. It's not just because I'm lazy, but I don't have any reverence for these old traditions at all.

So later, Lao Lin threw himself on the street, and Jiang Ping, who suddenly lost the spiritual support of life, immediately threw herself into the arms of Christianity without any psychological obstacles, and did not fall behind every week, making the old lady of Lao Lin's family angry half to death.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Jiang Ping picked up the fluttering Lin Miao from behind.

Lin Miao turned her head to look at her, her complexion was good, and she couldn't see the fatigue caused by the pressure of life in her eyes.

"Wait for dinner. Lin Miao replied weakly.

But Jiang Ping's reaction was: "Wait for noon, let's go to the restaurant to eat together." ”

"When you're hungry, you can get some porridge for him first! How old is he, how old are you, will he raise children?" Lao Lin's dissatisfied voice immediately came from behind.

Jiang Ping hugged Lin Miao, turned her head and rolled her eyes and said, "You will say that me, you know everything yourself, why don't you get it?"

Lin Miao saw that the two were arguing again, so he simply interrupted: "Soy sauce rice, soy sauce rice, soy sauce rice......

Jiang Ping closed her mouth at this time, then kissed Lin Miao's face, and said with a smile: "Ma Ma will go and get it for you immediately." ”

put down Lin Miao and ran to the kitchen.

Soy sauce bibimbap, a bowl of rice, a spoonful of lard, two spoons of soy sauce, and a little shrimp skin, in fact, the taste is not very good, but Lin Miao often ate it when he was a child, and he ate it more times, and it became a delicacy in his memory - but later in retrospect, Lin Miao also felt sad, because when he was a child, he opened his mind late, and he didn't know what it meant to be so poor that his family couldn't afford to buy vegetables......

Lin Miao returned to the living room, sat in front of the sofa and waited.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Jiang Ping warmed up the meal and brought three bowls over.

The family of three was simple for the New Year, Lin Miao ate bitter rice, listened to Jiang Ping's eyebrows dance and said that she would go to the hotel to eat at noon, go to Lin Miao's grandmother's house to eat at night, go to Lin Miao's grandmother's house to eat at noon tomorrow, and set up wine at her own house tomorrow night.

Lao Lin saw that Jiang Ping was happy to speak, and the frowning brows that he had been frowning every day gradually relaxed.

Thinking of being able to go to the countryside to pretend to be forced during the Chinese New Year, Lao Lin was looking forward to it in his heart.

"Dad, I'm done. Lin Miao took the spoon and stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth.

Lao Lin was actually very calm, nodded with a smile, and said, "Then I'll find a time to go to your Aunt Shaoyi's house to pay a New Year's greeting, and send the manuscript over by the way." ”

Lin Miao said again: "Your book is a sealed pen work, if the publicity is done well, it is estimated that it will be no problem to earn 100,000 yuan." ”

Lao Lin sprayed a mouthful of rice directly on the coffee table, coughing non-stop.

Jiang Ping's eyes were round in an instant: "How much?"

Lin Miao put down the spoon, stretched out two pink little hands, opened ten more tender fingers, and flipped the gesture: "One hundred thousand." ”

It's as easy to say as ten dollars.