The distraction washed back and forth over his nerves for a few minutes like the tide washed over the sand.

While he was upset, he also had a feeling of heartache.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he calmed down, and for a moment, he didn't know where the emotion was coming from.

This year, he felt quite at peace with himself, not only did he feel calm, but everything seemed to be calm.

He even thought that he had reached the realm of returning to the basics, why did he feel this way when his heart was so calm?

He can be sure that this is not a physical reason, he does not have any problems with his body, he is very healthy.

So where does this turmoil come from?

After being puzzled, Wan Feng and Luan Feng went to their grandfather's house to greet the elders one by one, and after each of them distributed a red envelope of one hundred and eighty-eight yuan, Wan Feng returned to his home, and then went to Luan Feng's parents' house to pay New Year's greetings and give red envelopes.

"Don't sleep, keep the New Year! Send me a red envelope. ”

Luan Feng came to Wan Feng's side, smiling.

"Are you short of money?"

"There is no shortage. ”

"What kind of red envelope do you want? It's not a child. ”

"Didn't you send it, it means a different thing. ”

Wan Feng touched the right pocket of his ski shirt first, thinking about it, he reached into his clothes and took out a bulging red envelope from his upper left pocket and threw it to Luan Feng.

Luan Feng lay on the kang like someone else's child, and opened the red envelope with his fingers, and took a look inside.

"It's so little, last year you were eight or eight eight, and this year it's seven hundred less. ”

Last year's red envelope for Luan Feng was special, and this year, like those elders, it is one hundred and eighty-eight.

It's just a matter of meaning.

Wan Feng didn't say anything, and ten minutes later, when Luan Feng came back from his parents' house, he found that Wan Feng had fallen asleep.

Without Wan Feng's company, Luan Feng's New Year's Eve was just a piece of paper, yawning before two o'clock, and falling asleep on Wan Feng's stomach.

For people who don't gamble, there seems to be nothing to do other than hang out and chat during the New Year.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, Wan Feng went to some people's houses that he thought was worth going to to pay New Year's greetings, first went to his uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings, and sent a red envelope of 66 yuan to his cousin and cousin each, and then came to Liang Wanjia.

Liang Wan's two sisters-in-law have long been married, and his family's popularity is not as strong as before.

Wan Feng gave Liang Wan's old father a red envelope of sixty-six yuan.

Then he went to Liang Hua's room and sent red envelopes to the two fake sisters-in-law who still call him brother-in-law.

"Call me brother-in-law, so that your real brother-in-law won't beat you when he hears it. ”

Liang Hua's two younger sisters are twelve, eleven, fourteen and fifteen, and they are no longer the age of happiness that can be spent with a dollar.

"Brother-in-law, you're too deductible, it's only eight dollars. ”

Seeing that there are no eight pieces of eight is too little.

"Because I'm not your true brother-in-law, eight dollars and eight is a lot. ”

Liang Hua is also married, her object is a young man from a family surnamed Li in the same village, and she is going to someone else for the New Year in the fourth year of junior high school, so she looks affectionate, probably in her heart is in the complex psychology of wanting and being afraid of a child to put a whip.

"This year is the first time I went to someone to celebrate the New Year? ”

Liang Hua's face turned red when he heard this: "You guy, why do you change your taste when you talk about it?"

"What do you mean by bad taste? This is the truth, is it wrong to tell the truth? If you have the ability, don't let the little laizi touch it that day. ”

Liang Hua's nickname is Li Lezi, he was named because of the leprosy on his face when he was a child, and then the leprosy disappeared but the nickname was left, and he was called to this day and may always be called old.

"You hurry up, you don't have a good word for this thing. ”

Lao Tzu is your superior leader.

Liang Hua has also been an old man in the garment factory over the years, and now he is the leader of a team of twenty machines, and he is also in charge of more than twenty people.

"Liang Hua, I'm telling you very seriously, the first time a woman does that thing, it's very painful, it's painful, really! Whether you can be bitter or not depends on your leper's kung fu, if he can't do it, then your hard days will come, hehe. ”

Since I drove Lao Tzu away on the first day of the Lunar New Year, of course, I have to set up some psychological barriers for you.

Coming out of Liang Wanjia, Wan Feng walked towards Zhang Hai's house.

A group of children who put small whips on the village avenue saw Wan Feng and rushed over to greet Wan Feng for the New Year.

For children from eight or nine years old to thirteen or fourteen, Wan Feng during the Chinese New Year is a figure like the God of Wealth, as long as he asks him for a good New Year, red envelopes will fall from the sky.

This has been the case for several years in a row.

This year is no exception, after receiving a large number of New Year's Greetings of various tones, Wan Feng happily took out a handful of red envelopes from his right pocket and gave one to everyone.

He has red envelopes in his pockets from the inside out, about dozens of them, and of course the face value of the red envelopes in each pocket is different.

The red envelope in the right pocket is the least denomination, and the inside is the denomination of five yuan.

These red envelopes are enough to send these children away.

Regardless of gender, as long as the age is not more than 15 years old, those who see it have a share.

A group of children each held a red envelope in their hands and dispersed happily.

After sending the child, Wan Feng also came to Zhang Hai's house.

There are a lot of people who have been smuggling around these years, and Zhang Haijia, as the secretary of the brigade, naturally has no shortage of such people, Wan Feng saw several team captains and accountants in Zhang Hai's house.

Including his brother-in-law Zhuping.

Therefore, Wan Feng did not stay here for long, and he was not ready to join their discussion of Jiang Wei's future, so he left here after sending red envelopes to Zhang Hai's two children.

When Zhang Hai came out, he saw Luan Feng, who was dressed in red, going to her relative's house to pay New Year's greetings, so he couldn't help but pull Wan Feng to go with her.

After worshipping Luan Feng's seven aunts, eight aunts and Wan Feng's aunts, it was noon that day.

After lunch, Luan Feng was picked up by the sisters in the village who didn't know where to go, and it was estimated that the goods would not come back until dark.

Boredom, Wan Feng jumped over the ditch in front of the door to the cement road leading to Cui Tun.

Usually there was only Wan Feng on this busy highway at this time, and he walked aimlessly in the direction of Cui Tun.

I don't know why I was walking, and the feeling of distraction from last night hit me again.

When he walked to the small hill between Cui Tun behind the depression, this feeling suddenly became strong.

Wan Feng clearly felt them washing and cutting his nerves like a tide like a knife's edge, uncomfortable but not painful.

It was a very contradictory feeling, so contradictory that it gave him the illusion of a soul soaring.

He seemed to feel his soul slowly rising and floating in the air, looking down.

On the snowy earth all around, he saw another self standing on the concrete road blankly, with a desolate and lonely figure in his eyes...