On the phone, his son said that he had just gotten up, and he remembered that his sister was leaving today, so he hurried to report it.

In the past 1 week, Zhang Shan has come over almost every day, bought him delicious food, toys, and played games with him.

But as long as there is one person who plays Contra again, the other person will definitely disappear, and the emperor standing next to him is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is anxious to roar and jump, shouting and cheering.

Reconciliation.

In those few days, buddies really felt that this is a home, a complete home!

Of course, buddy must have great benefits.

Because Zhang Shan is going to the United States, every day is like the last day, carrying forward the fine style of not being afraid of hardship, not being afraid of tiredness, and fighting continuously, and my little Qingqing, lingering to the death!

The strange thing is that the next day is still energetic and young!

Thinking that I don't know how long it will take to meet again, I feel faintly melancholy.

"Ah, my sister said she didn't say what time the flight was?"

It's all over the calf, you calf!

Curse yourself in your heart.

"It seems to be past eleven o'clock," the son thought for a moment.

Originally, I said a few days ago that this morning, my son and I drove her to Pudong International Airport, but we had too much wine and forgot to be poor.

Called her, and the phone was turned off. "Qingqing, are you going to kill me in a hurry?" I drew circles one by one in the room.

I looked at my watch, it was 9:37, and if there was no traffic jam, 40 or 50 minutes should be enough. You can meet before you clear the security check.

"Son, hurry, you wait for me at the gate of the community in 5 minutes, and I will pick you up by car." Send your sister. ”

As I instructed, I told my men to go down to the duty room to get the company's spare car keys.

Then, he rushed to Mr. Wu's office and told him, "I'm in a hurry!

"Go ahead", Mr. Wu waved his hand.

Ten minutes later, my son and I drove Santana to Pudong Airport at a high speed.

Santana has a top speed of 120 miles per hour, and with my son here, I don't dare to reach it as full as before, but it is also between 100-110 miles.

Scenery and buildings flew by through the car window, but I was not in the mood to look, I stepped on, I stepped on, I stepped on it.

"Qingqing wife, don't wait for me."

Silent in my heart.

Luckily, everything went well. Before getting on the elevated road, although he was almost hit by a "Ben Clan", the buddy turned left in time and avoided it without danger.

It was almost time to arrive at Pudong Airport, and suddenly there was a situation in front, and the traffic light at an intersection went on strike.

Two traffic police officers direct north-south and east-west vehicles respectively in the middle of the road. A police car with a flashing red light was also parked nearby.

When we arrived, we were just in time for the east-west traffic to pass.

I was so anxious that I immediately saw the stitches and rushed to the front of the convoy before I braked the car sharply.

After waiting for 5 minutes, I saw that the east-west direction was about to finish, and there was another problem.

A large container truck broke down and was stuck in the right-hand lane in the east-west direction, and the car more than 10 meters long was just in the middle of the lane when passing in the north-south direction.

The east-west left lane is still slowly passing traffic.

Another 5 minutes passed. Anxiously looking at his watch, he visually measured the distance between the back of the big card and the roadbed with his left thumb, and Santana should be able to pass.

"Son, sit down"!

My car started suddenly.

The traffic police found out about the situation and made gestures. Trying to stop me.

When I rushed to the intersection in front, I drove in front of the Camry that was passing sideways, and when I was about to make close contact, I slammed on the brakes and sprinted to the left, and a beautiful drift was like driving behind his right, and at that moment, I even saw the driver's white and desperate face.

Then, I immediately jerked the steering wheel to the right (Santana's steering wheel was dead) and rushed through the gap in time for the second car following in the east-west direction.

In the exclamation of the traffic police, Santana passed accurately from the left rear side of the big truck, and the right reversing mirror of the car actually hung up the branches of a big tree.

Slam on the gas pedal all the way, rush to the parking lot, and walk out of the parking space.

A police car roared to a halt in front of me.

"Stand still and be checked"!

Two traffic policemen rushed out of the car.

"Son, you walk slowly in the back, we meet at the gate of the airport"!

After saying that, I pulled my legs and ran.

Just kidding, isn't it too late to run? It's already 10:50. The last cut-off time for security screening is 11 a.m.

I took out the top three results in the provincial youth games in the 400-meter run, and threw the police chasing me far away.

As I ran, I yelled "Zhang Shan, Zhang Shan, wait for me!", and quickly scanned the 360-degree panorama from front to back, left and right.

The surprised crowd, some of them gave way to me, and some of them were flashed by my dexterity.

At 10:56, I rushed to the security gate in a breathless manner.

The security check for this flight was nearing the end, and there were only 2 male passengers in their backs.

"Zhang Shan, Qingqing, why don't you wait for me?"

I squatted down weakly, panting for breath and feeling very uncomfortable. The eyes are also a little blurry.

It was as if the most precious thing had been taken away by her, and it was as if the Daozi of consciousness had jumped out of her heart and slowly rose into the air.

"You run, I see you run, why don't you run?"

A young traffic policeman caught up with me, with a black face and a loud accusation.

"Comrade policeman, I really have something urgent, I'm sorry. Now, I'll go with you and be dealt with. ”

I gave my hand a quick wipe on my face and said in frustration.

"Why did you go earlier, we can't stop you, and you're still playing drifting, is it fun? ”

Another middle-aged traffic policeman teased me kindly.

"It's not fun, it's not fun at all. "I was sad that I didn't see anyone, but I also felt relieved.

When something fails, it's better to be honest and admit it and learn the lesson.

The traffic police grabbed me and walked out of the airport gate left and right.

Outside the door, the winter wind was howling, making people's eyes uncomfortable. I ran hot, and as soon as I came out, I sneezed twice in a row.

"Who? ”

I said to myself.

"You're good, boy, are you still in the mood for humor?"

The middle-aged policeman in his 40s said with a smile.

I didn't speak.

"Dad, look!

It was his son, his face was red from the cold, and around his neck, there was a light blue scarf, and his small hands were waving alternately. Next to him is the Qingqing I have been thinking about for a long time.

My girlfriend, my dear, my wife.

The scarf was given to her son, and at this moment, her white neck shrank a little, but she stood so proudly in the cold wind.

She didn't speak, just looked at me quietly.

I know, she's still mad at me, and I owe her an explanation. However, she should have already boarded the plane?

I broke free of the police and strode towards her.

"Boy, stop! Do you want to run again?" the middle-aged policeman's voice followed closely behind.

"No matter what, it's still important to have a family!

I rushed to her and hugged her, hugged her tightly, and rubbed her face with my face.

The son had already turned his back.

"I thought, I thought, I'll never see you again. Suddenly I felt lost and regained, my nose was sore, and tears actually came down.

"Why are you still looking for me?" she was still angry, but her eyes were also teary-eyed, "Don't you have Xiaoyu?"

"Qingqing, you must believe me, I really have nothing to do with her. It's just that last night, last night I was drunk, and she lived close to us and sent me back. It's true. ”

I explained anxiously, wiping her face with my hand again.

"How do I know if it's true?" she nudged me and twisted her head to the side.

"Do you want me to swear?" I stubbornly took her head in my hands and turned it around. Looking at her eyes, still in small strands of eyes oozing with crystal tears, I just stared straight at it.

"No need. You really don't have to swear, you can't swear. ”

She also looked at me stunned and said stubbornly.

"Then have you forgiven me?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"What do you say? stupid. She pursed her lips and smiled, and with a lift of her jade hand, she laboriously wiped my face.

yes, if she doesn't forgive, she's already soaring in the blue sky by now, right?

"How old are you and still crying? ”

She whispered.

"Well, yes, it's not like the old guys. ”

I quickly and awkwardly found a step.

"Sister, don't go, okay? My father and I miss you, let's celebrate the New Year together, okay?"

The son came over with a pitiful face.

"Okay, Xiao Rui, my sister is not leaving! After speaking, he hugged Yongrui in his arms, and the three of us hugged each other like this.

The sun, at last, stubbornly passed through the thick clouds and showed a faint smile. This winter, it will no longer be cold!

For a long time.

"It's touching!" the young policeman walked over and clapped his hands, "Okay, I have to interrupt you, please ask the hero to come with us!"

"Flutter" Qingqing couldn't help but smile, and the actor is still the protagonist, do you want to make a movie?

"Okay, FOLLOW U," I replied solemnly.

On the way home, Qingqing told me that if I didn't come to the airport, she would change to the next flight.

However, the moment she saw Yongrui, she knew that she couldn't go!

Moreover, she had been explaining to her parents and brother on the phone for a while just now.

Because, she doesn't want us two to spend the New Year alone.

"I'm still very touched to hear that you are playing such a dangerous drift in order to grab time. But in the future, I won't allow you to do this again! You don't think about others, you have to think about your son! He is so young and has no mother. Wouldn't it be pitiful if something happened to Dad again?"

"Do you hear that? ”

"Hmm. Heard it. ”

"You promise!"

"I promise. ”

"I'm still not at ease, Xiao Rui, you have to supervise your father and don't allow him to take risks, okay?"

"Yes! ”

The warm Spring Festival has begun.

29 At night, our family of three cleaned up, made the room bright and clean, and bought potted flowers and small trees in the afternoon, and pasted paper cuts and window flowers in my bedroom, which really looked like a cave room, beaming.

On the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, we pasted the Spring Festival Couplet that I wrote with a brush: "Harmony and beauty prosper the family, reunion and reunion." Later, Shanshan discussed with her son and changed it to "Hehemeimei, reunite and build a family" and criticized "Warm forever".

"Well, the artistic conception is much better, the master is in the folk"!

Just kidding, I'm one of the few now, okay?

The only thing that makes my buddies proud is: the brush word chicken flying sheep dance (my son and I are chickens, Shanshan is sheep, and, dragons, phoenixes, we haven't seen them yet?), received Qingqing's verbal praise (kissing), and asked me to take time to teach her and her son to learn calligraphy.

"It's better than the couplets on the stalls, the words are all well written!"

"Isn't that right? Grandpa fought it since he was a child! Three-nine-forty-nine, the old dog froze to death. The buddy is still snot and tears, practicing calligraphy, we are not afraid of blushing, but the worst thing is that the little hands are stiff, that is cold!"

"If you can't write well, start over!" Grandpa stood majestically at the door.

One husband should be closed, and ten thousand women should not be opened!

Mother-in-law and mother were only outside, secretly wiping away tears.

On the night of the 30th day of the Lunar New Year, I showed my hand slightly.

Yellow stewed lamb shank, spicy green bird chicken, steamed Jiwei shrimp, braised yellow beef, Xuanwei ham stewed egg, as well as oil cut pork ribs, garlic seedlings fried bacon, bacon sausage fried snow peas, boiled liver tips, stir-fried hairy crabs, boiled beef, choking oil and wheat vegetables, cold salad three fresh, stewed pork trotters and ginkgo seeds, fried pork ribs, by the way, I also made a silk apple for the two mothers.

Come on, more than 10 years have passed, but I can remember my buddy to death.

The basic skills of cross talk actors "Report the Name of the Dish", people are slippery! But we can't, saying that he is the accountant of the Quyi Troupe, that is just self-deprecation, self-deprecation.

Even Yang Yan didn't believe it, alas, why did she suddenly think of her?

Don't eat in the bowl and think about the pot!

I don't know the blessing in the blessing, I advise you to cherish the people in front of you, and don't wait for people to repent empty!

Cherish your parents, cherish your lover, and by extension, all your relatives and friends who are kind to you!

Life is short, but it is they who, at some stage in your life, accompany you, help you, support you, and this dedication is always unconditional and silent.......

"Ahh

If my mother knew what I was thinking, she would have said so!

"Junjun, why are you making so many vegetables?" Qingqing said movingly, "We can't eat it!"

"Brother, I'm not going to go!" I laughed, "This year is the first reunion of the three of us, it must be grand! ”

I choked up a little.

"Dad," the son's little face lowered, and tears flowed out, "What are you doing for the New Year, why are you making people cry?"

Qingqing walked over, hugged his son in his arms, and gently comforted him.

"Junjun, look at you, they all complain about you, okay, why are you talking about this? Crying during the New Year is unlucky! Xiao Rui is good, let's not cry, ah? Wait a while, my sister will help you take revenge and punish your father for washing dishes, okay?"

"Son, old man, don't cry, do you hear me?"

My feelings are still not as deep as those of my son, and I quickly returned to normal.

"55555, sister, don't leave us, okay?"

The son cried louder. And shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, my sister promised you that she would always accompany our family Xiaorui. Qingqing was also moved, and smiled smugly at me.

"But you can't cry anymore, okay?" After saying that, she naturally picked up her son's face and gently wiped away the tears around his eyes with her small mouth. And more gently, one by one, slapping his son's violently undulating back.

Touching!

It's not like a mother is better than a mother!

I quietly turned around and looked at the ink painting of "A River Flows Eastward", thoughtfully.

It was a long time before the son stopped crying with a twitch. and sensibly wiped the tears on her face for Qingqing.

"Alright, alright, blame me, now, we're about to have a major memorial ceremony!"

I hurriedly walked over, patted my son's shoulder, touched his hair again, and announced.

On the small coffee table next to the dining table, we have already laid out all the delicacies for tonight (we have chosen a little of each and put it in each small bowl, according to the rules, we can't move until the first day of the first month, and only the immediate family can eat it), as well as various fruits at home (three of each), as well as three cups of poured liquor and three bottles of unopened Jian Nanchun.

According to the habit of my parents in their Chinese New Year's Eve, I also put the incense candles, straw paper and large-denomination Hades coins that I had prepared long ago (when I bought them, I also deliberately took some extra change money, saying that I was afraid that my ancestors would usually spend it inconveniently. One by one on the coffee table.

It was written the names of my grandparents, Zhang Shan's grandparents and grandparents (generally writing names, only to the grandfather's generation, and then up, if you can't remember the name, you won't write it), and the inscription "Please enjoy the old man, it's not enough to ask for a dream", and the final payment is "Your grandson (grandson-in-law) Liu Dajun, granddaughter-in-law (granddaughter) Zhang Shan respects".

At Zhang Shan's insistence, I added "great-grandson (great-grandson) Liu Yongrui" to the straw paper for the elders of the two parties.

Then, I lit incense candles, and the three of them knelt side by side on the sofa cushion (Qingqing said that it was cold, so he specially brought it), and I was the master of ceremonies.

"Grandpa (heavy grandfather) mother-in-law (heavy mother-in-law), grandfather (heavy grandfather) grandmother (heavy grandmother)" I read a sentence, and my son and her sister followed a sentence.

"From this, it can be traced back to the ancestors of the old Liu family and the old Zhang family, and the ancestors are on top"!

I'll say the rest alone.

"Thank you for your hard work and great contribution to our family! Now, we have spread out our branches, please be safe in the kingdom of heaven! No more hard work and fatigue, you have your own younger generations to respect, you can sit back and enjoy the blessings! Don't be reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, not enough money, please take a dream, the younger generation will be presented with both hands immediately!"

"Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Year of the Sheep in 2003, and next year is the Year of the Monkey in 2004. I beg the blessings of our ancestors and fathers!"

Then, the three of us said together, "Bless the younger generation with good health, success in their careers and studies, and all the best!" Thank you, ancestors!"

"Three buckles!" I said solemnly, and at the same time, I kowtowed.

"A kowtow, thank the ancestors and ancestors, and reproduce their descendants!"

We all kowtowed reverently.

"Two kowtows, thank the ancestors and ancestors, and teach culture"!

"Three kowtows, thank the ancestors and ancestors, bless all generations"!

After the ceremony, we officially took our seats and began to enjoy the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner that I had carefully prepared.

"It's delicious, ouch" Because after eating a chopstick boiled beef, it was numb and spicy, Qingqing stretched out his little red tongue, panted with a sigh, and fanned with his jade hand to his mouth.

"Sister, give you a napkin. The son had sharp eyes, ran to the living room, brought a Qingfeng tissue box, and drew two of them.

"It's still Xiao Rui, I feel sorry for my sister. She wiped her lips gracefully with a napkin and then looked at me again.

"Hehe" buddy considering that Zhang Shan is from the East China Sea, he has specially arranged a few dishes without chili peppers, a few dishes with less chili peppers, and some dishes without pepper. But this boiled beef is a classic of Sichuan cuisine, and if you don't put more chili peppers and peppercorns, what is it?

What is national is what is global!

Just like next door to my work in Putuo District, there was originally an authentic Sichuan restaurant, and the name was also quite good, called "Fertile Thousands of Miles". However, in order to cater to the people of the East China Sea, the boss only added a little bit of the dishes that should be peppered, and the dishes that wanted to be peppered were simply not put away. also added sugar in it unconventionally (Donghai people don't eat spicy food, they like sugar).

A few months later, it was closed.

The reason is that the people of the East China Sea feel that it is not authentic Wu cuisine, and the people of Tianfu who often come to it feel that Sichuan cuisine is not authentic.

But I still smiled apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, I should learn to eat," Qingqing said empathetically, "or I'll be hungry in the future." ”

"No, sister!" said the son, standing up and earnestly, "I'll bring you all the snacks to choose from." ”

"Hahaha"! I suddenly had a little coke, this kid, what a little good, this is filmed.

A few days ago, Zhang Shan asked him, "Do you have a girlfriend at school"?

He shook his little head handsomely, "I'm not looking for it."

I teased him and said, "Why, are you too ugly to find it"?

He pointed at Zhang Shan and said, "None of them are as beautiful as my sister! Hmph, and gave me a small note, all of which I tore up."

Amused me and Qingqing so much.

"What are you laughing at? Qingqing was not happy, "Xiao Rui is better than you to me!"

"Ah, the goose is wrong, he shouldn't laugh. "Hurry up and raise the white flag. Who doesn't know that you two mothers and sons are as good as one person now.

"Xiao Rui, you say, what is the good thing to punish your father?"

"Forget it. My son gave me a pitiful look. Oops, the father and son soldiers in battle, this kid still has a conscience!

"Don't be punished heavily, tomorrow morning, my dad and I will run, he will run an extra 1,000 meters. ”

Almost every morning, my son and I wake up early and teach him martial arts after running 1,000 meters.

What kind of son, I glared at him, and wanted to reprimand him.

"Hey, why are you glaring at your son?" the old hen came, and her eyes were already big, but now they were bigger, but they weren't like brass bells.

Sometimes, I like to see her staring, and in it, I can't read the lions in the east of the river, only the sika deer in the grassland.

"Ahh I don't stare, I don't stare, can't I?" I have to cooperate with fear, you think, if you are not afraid, will she increase her glare, in the long run, the pupils can't retract, and the sika deer may really become a lion, right?

"Hmph! Just listen to Xiao Rui, run an extra 500 meters tomorrow morning. ”

"Yes. My wife. ”

Don't talk to women about justice. The leader instructs, and the implementation is enough. Besides, isn't there still 500 meters missing?

Qingqing still feels sorry for us.

I can't be the self-comforting Ah Q next door.

"Actually, Junjun, the food you cook is really delicious, I think, you can open a museum. I'm starting to adore a little, ah, no, it's appreciation. ”

Our family is very clean! Give me a small punch and give me a big white rabbit.

"Hey, so-so, you didn't eat it, did you? There are two kinds of cuisine in it. My old classmate, Yangtze River, ah, will take you to meet you another day and learn from each other, and the Yunnan dishes he makes are also delicious. ”

I'm humble.

"Is there any difference between Sichuan cuisine and Yunnan cuisine?

Even if she is not very interested, as long as I speak, she will answer a few words, and occasionally be a curious cat, which makes me proud, thinking that I am really the most capable man in the world!

"Oh, to put it simply, Sichuan cuisine is spicy, and Yunnan cuisine is fresh and spicy. Specifically, Sichuan cuisine is spicy and spicy, one dish and one style, and one hundred dishes and all kinds of flavors. Reuse the "three peppers" (chili, pepper, pepper) and fresh ginger. As for Yunnan cuisine, it is known for cooking mountain delicacies and fresh water, and its taste is characterized by sour, spicy and slightly numb."

"However, Xiaoxiang people can also eat spicy food. Grandpa Mao also said that if you don't eat chili peppers, you won't be revolutionary. I've also eaten Hunan cuisine, it's very sour and spicy. Why do you say that Yunnan cuisine is fresh and spicy, isn't it also sour and spicy?"

Qingqing was fascinated, but still tilted his head and asked questions.

"I'm glad that the other side put forward their own opinions. Qingqing, you have your own opinions, which is very good. Now, the teacher will answer your argument's foothold, Yunnan cuisine and Hunan cuisine are both sour and spicy, why should I distinguish them?

Because the real characteristics of Yunnan cuisine are: fresh and tender, fragrant and sweet, moderately sour and spicy, "moderate", Nong knows how to cut (I proudly said a sentence in the East China Sea dialect, learned from Qingqing, do you understand?), so I summarized it as fresh and spicy.

Regarding this point, Yangzijiang, a native of Yunnan, also specially told me that Yunnan cuisine must be kept fresh and tender.

The biggest feature of Hunan cuisine is "harmony and difference", Hunan cuisine is different from the sweetness of the east, the freshness of the south, and the hemp of the west, and the salty and fresh of the north, but "harmony and difference", pay attention to "hot and hot, spicy enough, special fragrance, five flavors and harmony", and its taste is heavy and sour and spicy.

Alas, buddies are teachers, and they will not mislead people's children!

"I see. No wonder others say: Yundian people are not afraid of spicy, Tianfu people are not afraid of spicy, Xiaoxiang people are afraid of spicy, but, hehe, your Donghai dialect is not very good, just like a foreigner speaking Chinese, the accent is not like the tone".

She smiled softly.

"But it's great to be able to get it all through. Junjun, you're still very talented in languages!"

Qingqing, don't play like this, okay? You're just a naughty director, so that the male pig's feet in this article are still depressed and inferior at first, and then they will immediately turn into ecstasy and empty eyes! This acting is not good, but it is really difficult to change your face in an instant! Anyway, I will pay it back for the time being, no. Ah, a man can't say no, so let's say he's not good at it.

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. But when it comes to Xiaoxiang people eating spicy, I can be regarded as a teacher. ”

I briefly recounted that I was a classmate of Xiaoxiang University and I had a drink, and as a result, because the appetizer was a handful of dried chili peppers, I was stunned for one and a half pounds and had never drunk one of his eight taels.

"Hehehe, you two are half a pound and eight taels? You also have a time when you drink and eat deflated. I saw that time, my parents had a treat, aren't you very good at drinking? Not to mention more than 1 pound, right?"

Qing Qing smiled. drank some Jian Nanchun, and drank with me, and his face was like a peach blossom.

"Hehe, the drunkard has met the wine fairy, and people have a trick. ”

I said self-deprecatingly.

Our family of three, after eating a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, after drinking and eating, we gave New Year greetings to the elderly on both sides.

Qingqing is very sensible, and at the request of my mother on the phone, she blushed and called "Mom, hello" coquettishly. My parents were so happy that they said that they would come to the East China Sea for a while and personally present Shanshan with the heirloom that my mother-in-law gave my mother-in-law to my mother-a very valuable dark green emerald jade pendant.

When my ex-wife and I got married, we were reluctant to kneel during the ceremony of serving tea to my parents-in-law. My mother was very generous, but she was also afraid that the scene would be stalemate and outsiders would laugh at her, so she asked her to stand and serve tea. But in the end, she was only given a bracelet that was also green, originally, this was an heirloom that only the daughter-in-law of the head would have, and the pendant and jade bracelet were a matching pair.

Later, my ex-wife somehow found out, so she asked her mother several times. Mom only said that she couldn't find it. This is also an important reason why my ex-wife counted me down, saying that I have no status in Lao Liu's family, and she does not admit that she is the daughter-in-law of the third generation of the head.

"Alas, it's been three years since I passed the door, and I haven't heard her call her mother!"

Now, before she passed the door, someone called Mom, how could the old lady not be overjoyed and burst into tears!

Dad grabbed the phone and said over and over again, "Our old Liu family knows the most about Entu Bao! Our ancestral grave was originally the highest. ）”。 At the end, he once again solemnly emphasized, "If you kid dares to bully Shanshan, our best daughter-in-law will be disqualified from being the third-generation head of your old Liu family." I also want to send my second uncle and my younger uncle to the East China Sea to clean up the portal!"

moved my wife, dear Qingqing, to tears, and almost knelt down to worship my father-in-law and mother-in-law in the air.

As for the United States, there are Shanshan's kind words, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin praised me on the phone, and my buddies mistakenly thought that they were already one of the top ten outstanding young people in Putuo District!

My brother-in-law, Dyla, whom I haven't met yet

(Hero of the Sea), on the phone, call me b directly

othe

-i

-law brother-in-law, I want to dance with my hands, we people, today, I'm really happy today.

Those who have attained the Tao are helped!

My brother-in-law is a bit like the family of my wife who was the first to admit my identity.

11 o'clock more.

"By the way, tonight's garbage must be disposed of before the clock strikes zero, who will go, you two grandfathers"?

Qingqing put on an apron and cooked dumplings in the kitchen, while talking to my son and me watching TV in the living room.

"Why? Tomorrow, can't you do it?" the son was watching the sketch and laughed heavily.

"Junjun, tell him, I'm busy. Hey, the dumplings are going to be mushy"!

Zhang Shan was in a hurry in the kitchen, and it was really difficult for her. Growing up in a honey pot, I have my parents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents, and I am the only girl in my parents' generation.

So much so that one day in March, when our family of three went to Taoming Island, Zhang Shan opened her hands and held them up, shouting happily, "Ah, there are so many leeks!"

All over the mountains.

The leeks are golden, the green waves, where is the poetic and picturesque meaning now?

Xiao Ni is still at this scene, I can't help but want to recite a poem.

Not to mention, she has the style of a literary young woman. (Later, I painted a wild sketch without changing a word, framed it, and hung it in the bedroom of my new house, and now it's a little yellowed.) ）

"Dad, but then, isn't that Mai Lang?" my son whispered to me as he walked behind.

"Well, you're right. But listen to my sister, you have to do it!"

I don't want to spoil the harmony.

Quietly warned.

"Oh, your sister said, her grandmother said, you can't take out the garbage on the first day of the new year, you have to give up your wealth!"

Maybe this is cultural inheritance, right?

My mom said the same.

"Alright then, I'll go. The son reluctantly watched the TV and went downstairs with the garbage.

At 12 o'clock in the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the clock of zero o'clock had just struck. We were already standing in the open space of the community near the creek, and I set off the firecrackers. Qingqing was timid, she covered her ears, and screamed loudly with her son, playing and laughing.

Finally, it is the fireworks that are launched. When they rose into the night sky, they were incomparably gorgeous! In the wave after wave of bright and brilliant colors, the three of us were very happy.

I raised my head proudly, leaned my head on my shoulder, and my son snuggled up to my sister's chest, looking up, looking forward to a happier tomorrow!

I am writing this article to recall my youth and my survival that disappeared in the East China Sea, but more importantly, I want to miss my love and the dearest girl who is far away!

However, on 17k.com, I can't hear readers' comments or editors' encouragement, even if you criticize me when you're fine, it's fine!

I also had the courage to keep writing!

Is it true that everyone likes to watch those, the logic doesn't make sense, and they always say how difficult they are, completely relying on their own self-made (my father is Grande, and my mother secretly gave a paltry 1000000000 yuan of entrepreneurial capital), and finally became famous (Yong earned 10000.0000 yuan, 0 is the same!!The cost of the rich "second generation" is not close to the corners, what is the cost? will not exceed 900000000 yuan!) of the rich "second generation" of the struggle history?

Do you really like those planetary celebrities who have famous cars, yachts, and airplanes at every turn because of "crossing" or "goldfinger", and the next step is to develop into rockets and spaceships?

Do you really like all kinds of "second-generation" handsome guys and beauties who are too hard in Dubai's seven-star hotel beds and geese to lie on them?

I really like those who never go to work and haven't seen him study (don't look at the diploma, someone said, look at the curative effect), but can always say a lot of unnutritious and flawed words in the negotiation again and again, can you talk to the crowd and laugh at the arrogant bears?

If that's the case, I have nothing to say.

However, screenwriter brother, don't you think this is a large-scale Xianxia fantasy time-traveling drama?

Because, we are still uphill, we are still revival, we are still struggling, this is the great reality!

So, I tried my best to write about real life, the real life of ordinary people, based on my own experience!

If you happen to be able to inspire and learn from the struggle of young people, it is very good!

Anyway, I am very grateful to the 2,671 readers who have read my book! Thank you for your patience in listening to the story of me and Qingqing.

Anyway, the commemoration of my most precious girl, Zhang Shan, Qingqing, my fiancée, is almost over.

Am I going to keep writing?

In the process of writing, Qingqing was in my mind, probably just through the quantum entanglement of Michiko, she instantly returned to the room where I was sitting at my desk from a distant place.

She stood at the door of my study!

She is so pitiful to me, so tender as water.

She said distressedly, "Junjun, thank you for writing our story." But you have to take care of your health, I miss you, I want you to be happy! I also pray in another place, I pray that you will be happy and live a long life! If you don't want to write, don't write it. Anyway, I've received you, your words, your heart.

Is Rui okay?

He should have had his own home, right?

I miss you so much......"

Tears blurred my eyes again, maybe, I will persevere, finish the clear story, perhaps, I will not write anymore, because, when I think of her, my writing is all tears on the back of the paper, and my heart is unbearable!

Perhaps, after a while, the mood has calmed down, and then write!

Alas.......

Cicada Singing Quiet Garden.

July 14, 2019, late at night.

....... writing this, I can't see the computer clearly. Originally, after getting married, on the first Spring Festival, I was going to take Qingqing home to worship her ancestors, so that she could see the high Eagle Ridge that I often mentioned. But now, after 14 years, my beard is a little gray, and I can't keep my promise. Qingqing, are you okay? Will you resent me for not taking you back to Fuxing Town?

On July 15, 2019, it was all issued.

The organizer of the Quyi Troupe is accountant, get off the stage and bow!

Thank you, readers!