Chapter 128: The Taste of the Year
As far as Fang Ning knew, none of these relatives in the family were easy to deal with, each of them was more slippery, slippery and slippery, and serving them was more troublesome than inviting the City God Master. It was normal to ask Fang Ning about his academic performance at the dinner table, and he was not afraid, his grades could be used to make his grandparents have face, and the main thing was to instill him with various life experiences.
A family banquet was more tiring than an exam, and finally the relatives left, and Fang Ning relaxed.
Then it is to clean up the leftovers on the table, each has its own division of labor, the washing is finished, the sweeping is sweeping, a series of busy, the whole person is not good.
"There won't be much snow in the afternoon, or we will go to Tianyue's Cultural Square in the evening to watch the New Year's Day activities. Grandma couldn't be idle for a moment, and after listening to what Grandma Xia said next door, her mind drifted to Tianyue Square, and she didn't have two wings on her back, so she could fly over directly.
Grandpa looked at the sky and felt that the night was not very good, and there was a lot of snow outside, especially at night, and he couldn't see the road clearly. Don't have to stay in the hospital to recuperate when the Chinese New Year is approaching.
The main thing in the family is still grandpa, although grandma can't bear to think, but still can't help but not go to Tianyue Square, and then she saw in the corridor that a few old women under the community went out together, and it seemed that they were going to go out for a walk, so they said, "Old man, give me some money and I'll go out to buy vegetables!"
"Didn't you ask me for two hundred the day before yesterday? How much do you cost to buy a dish?"
"You don't need money to buy vegetables, and you need money to buy oil and rice. Grandma argued.
Grandpa didn't want to talk to her, and when she started talking, she could even turn over the old things and the things about rotten grains and sesame seeds, and after giving two hundred yuan, grandma went out happily.
Fang Ning hid in the room with his grandfather's mobile phone, nested in the quilt and sent happy New Year's Day text messages and QQ messages with friends, and the one he sent was very happy.
The class group is also very lively, a few activists quickly brush the frequency, don't read it for half an hour, the news is just a pile, and they don't bother to flip it up.
Even the head teacher Huang Minyi will also bubble in the group, most of them post a few old emojis in the group, causing a group of students to laugh, and soon the head teacher will dive, no matter how you call it, you won't come out.
The head teacher still has a generation gap with them!
The next day, Grandpa took Fang Ning's brother and sister to Grandma's mother's house for dinner.
The weather was cold, people were freezing to death outside, and the knife-like cold wind was blowing on the face, which was not an ordinary pain, especially when they hadn't bought a car yet, they had to take the car to the Wanfulong supermarket next to Tianyue Square and wait for the bus to Meixian Town, Fang Ning was extremely reluctant to go.
On a cold day, it is better to sit at home and bake the fire comfortably, lie on the sofa, drink hot tea, read novels and TV, or peel a few oranges to eat, sweet and sour, no matter how you look at it, it is much better than going out to blow the wind.
It's a pity that the will of the adults has never been transferred to Fang Ning, Fang Ning shivered in the cold wind, there was still a little snot on his nose, and his face was full of sadness.
The sisters of the Fang family in Zheliao Village have long been making tea at their little uncle's house.
"Long time no see. Fang Shasha smiled, looked at Fang Ning, who was blue from the cold, and brought him a cup of tea: "Look at your appearance, you are wearing less clothes?"
Fang Ning took a sip of hot tea and sat in the room for a while, his figure was much warmer, "I didn't wear a lot of clothes, but I didn't expect the temperature here to be so cold, it almost froze me to death." ”
Fang Dandan came out of the back room, this girl has grown a lot, her eyes are very bright, compared to her sister Fang Shasha's slightly chubby figure, she is much slimmer. She said with a smile: "Brother Ning, today's complexion is not very good!"
Fang Ning coughed twice, didn't answer, and changed the topic, "Is the old grandmother okay?"
At the mention of grandma, the Fang family sisters had a bad face, and a worried look appeared, what did Fang Dandan want to say, Fang Shasha was older after all, and stopped her.
She looked up and saw that there was no one around, so she said, "My grandmother's health is not as good as before, we came to see her yesterday, and we didn't even recognize her, it was worse than Alzheimer's, and it was difficult to take care of her to eat, drink, and Lazar." My mother was tired from taking care of her for half a month, and she wanted to find someone to help her take a break, but those aunts and aunts were reluctant to do so. ”
Fang Ning nodded, somewhat understanding, no one wanted to take care of this old man who couldn't even take care of himself.
When things come to this point, it's not interesting to say anything, even their own children are unwilling to take care of their mother, and even some daughters-in-law wish she died early, and Fang Ning, the children and grandchildren of their relatives, are even more difficult to say.
Now it is the season of cold and freezing, and it is close to the end of the year, if the old grandmother does not stand up, then this New Year will be very different, the prosperous New Year's happy event may turn into a funeral, according to the feudal superstition, the old man died during the New Year, and the children will fall a year of bad luck.
Fang Ning chatted with Sister Fang Ning without a match, Fang Wei followed his grandfather out and shouted, "Brother, let's go see Grandma, come quickly!"
"Here!" he replied, turning his head and saying, "Then I'll go first." ”
"Okay, go slowly. The Fang family sisters said.
Fang Ning and the others went to visit the old grandmother, who has now moved to the fine uncle's house.
Originally, Aunt Xi still complained a little about bringing the old immortal to the house, but since Uncle Xi quarreled with her and said that she was going to divorce her, she didn't dare to mention it again, and she looked like a filial daughter-in-law to outsiders.
The windows of the hall where my grandmother lived were sealed with old newspapers, and warm materials were pasted on the walls.
The old grandmother leaned crookedly on the soft couch to sleep, and no one could wake up, Fang Ning and the others went in to take a look, and then withdrew without disturbing the old grandmother's rest.
Fang Ning's brother and sister talked under the eaves, "Fortunately, grandma didn't come, otherwise it would be sad." ”
"Yes, grandma and grandmother have always had the best relationship. ”
"People are born, old, sick and die, this is the most normal, I hope my grandmother can survive this year. ”
At noon, Fang Ning and the three of them stayed at Uncle Xi's house to eat, and everyone present looked gloomy and bleak, they had no appetite for eating, and they hurriedly ate the meal, and they went home.
As soon as the Laba Festival passes, the flavor of the New Year will be stronger.
The streets and alleys are full of red lanterns, children in new clothes and sweet sugar gourds, happily chasing each other, scattered outside the community or inside the adults meet and say hello, must be beaming with joy and smiles.
New Year's flavor, although this thing can't be touched, but it can be seen, it is in the hurried footsteps of people buying New Year's goods, in the joy of buying new clothes and new things, hanging New Year's pictures and sticking Spring Festival couplets in every household, in traditional culture.
The airtight house is filled with a warm smell, the cotton curtain blocks the cold wind from pouring in, and the electric stove in the living room is not afraid even if it is turned on to the maximum, if only there was a hot pot at this time, drinking Coke and eating hot pot, that is called life!
Grandpa sat on the sofa, and Fang Ning's brother and sister surrounded him, both squinting their eyes, waiting for grandpa to tell the story of the New Year.
Grandpa snuffed out the cigarette butt and fell into a long, long memory, "In the past New Year, there were many people who couldn't pass the New Year, and there were many young people in the countryside who went out to work, and they were all like arrows near the end of the year. The New Year Pass is the pass for the poor, they are afraid of the New Year, some people are sad that their children have no clothes, some people go out to hide debts in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, some families cannot return, some families cannot be reunited, and they can only be alone in the taste of the New Year full of bitterness. ”
"Now the days of our society are getting better and better, but I feel that the days are passing so fast, and the taste of the New Year is fading. Like your grandfather, I celebrated the New Year when I was a child, there were few snacks to eat, and a few pieces of candy and chocolate felt particularly sweet, and now there are more and more things for the New Year, and there are many dazzling things, but I have no appetite, and I don't know if I can't eat it when I'm old, or if it's different this year. ”
Fang Ning's thoughts drifted farther and farther with his grandfather's memories, and his eyes seemed to pass through the motorcycle army in front of the TV, carrying the eagerness of tens of thousands of migrant workers, converging into a torrent of migratory birds, their bitterness touched the heartstrings of countless people, and their expectations for the Spring Festival reunion added many ups and downs to this New Year.
It has been said that in a near-perfect society, people do not feel happy. Internet information is exploding, airplanes and high-speed trains are running at full capacity, and traditional entertainment and paper books are being replaced by mobile phones.
He thought about it, and it was.