With the arrival of the Spring Festival, the atmosphere of the New Year has gradually become stronger.

The old and the new alternate, the age of the child, the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve is destined to be lively.

Every household puts up lanterns, hangs up the lanterns that should be hung, the New Year's pictures that should be changed, the Spring Festival couplets are pasted up, and they are hung up every year, and the living room is ready for candy and biscuits, and people put on new clothes and are beaming.

At night, the rows of red lanterns along the river scenery are also lit up, the light and shade are uncertain, and they are reflected by the river, setting off the red and fiery festivities.

If you stand on the broken bridge that has not yet been opened to traffic and overlook the city area, you can almost see the small city of Pinghai being swallowed up by the sea of red.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is indispensable. Whether it is a poor or a wealthy family, they will basically prepare a sumptuous reunion meal.

China is a large area, and even though there are thousands of differences in customs and customs, it cannot escape the distinction between the north and the south.

The eating habits in the south are light, most of them are steamed, fried, soup, and the way to eat is more exquisite, while the eating habits in the north are more bold, mostly meat dishes, big fish and meat, and big bowls of wine.

But the Chinese New Year's Eve meal that really distinguishes the north and the south is still the rice balls and dumplings, just as the so-called 'south rice balls, north dumplings' is such a saying.

Fang Ning, as an authentic southerner, of course, has rice balls on the table.

Grandma just brought out a bowl of rice balls from the kitchen and put it on the table, the glutinous fragrance was soft and sweet, and the aroma was tangy, which immediately attracted the attention of the whole family, sitting around the table, scooping up the rice balls with a porcelain spoon to eat.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, although there were not seven or eight relatives and friends like in previous years, but the family sat around to eat, eight cold dishes, eight hot dishes, meat and vegetarian, chicken, duck and fish, verdant, full of color and fragrance, eating both warm and warm.

Grandma continued to serve the food, Fang Wei poked her head and said, "Enough is enough, so many dishes, how can I finish eating!"

"If you can't finish it, you can save it and wait until tomorrow to eat, and it's okay to waste it. Mom said.

Grandpa also got up and went back to the room, took out the old wine that had been treasured for many years and put it on the table.

Fang Ning's brother and sister glanced at it reservedly, with a little coveting, and they also understood in their hearts that this old brew had been stored for more than ten years, and in ordinary days, grandpa was reluctant to give it to others to drink, and only during the New Year could he occasionally taste it, but he didn't expect that this time he was actually lucky enough to be able to taste one or two, and even Fang Wei, a person who didn't drink, was itchy in his heart.

Grandpa laughed heartily, poured a glass for his family, took out the momentum of Wuyue, and said, "Don't taboo alcohol tonight, drink as much as you want, but don't get drunk, I don't care if you miss the red envelope when you're drunk." ”

After Fang Wei got the wine, he secretly took a sip of wine, and suddenly it was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue, his little hand fanned the wind on the side of his mouth, and he said spicily, "It's so spicy!"

"Haha, silly girl, it's not like you drink it, you have to drink it slowly to taste it. Dad also laughed, holding a glass and clinking glasses with his family, then taking a sip of wine, sucking in the cold air, and spitting it out, fine beads of sweat oozed from his nose, and after drinking, the chopsticks put some pork vermicelli in the food on the table to drink.

"Happy New Year to grandparents, parents, and sisters!" Fang Ning raised his glass and got up to bless.

"I wish my parents a happy new year, I'll drink this glass of wine first!" Dad also toasted his grandparents with a glass of wine.

"I wish my parents a happy new year, life is getting better and better, and I wish my grandparents good health, a long life, and a happy new year. Fang Wei also toasted, and said to the other party Ning Xuan, "I wish my brother a big victory in the college entrance examination, a satisfactory university, and then marry Sister Xixi into the family as soon as possible, happy new year~"

"I also wish my sister to go further in her studies, and at the same time become more and more beautiful. Fang Ning toasted with a smile.

"Come, I wish our family a happy and happy reunion. ”

So in the laughter of his family, he raised his glass and drank it all.

After dinner, the weather was excellent, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside the window.

Fang Ning's family sat on the sofa and watched the broadcast before the Spring Festival Gala began, to be honest, the Spring Festival Gala was not very good-looking, it was more of a symbolic ceremony.

This year's Spring Festival Gala is much less interesting than in previous years, except for a small number of familiar faces occasionally appearing on the stage, more fresh faces, and no longer see Zhao Benshan's sketches, those who were once active in the hearts of the people, like the dusty murals of the Louvre, have gradually disappeared, as if there is nothing left.

Dad moved a chair and sat in front of the coffee table, and told Fang Ning the story of his youth, saying that he was also a handsome guy before, and the little girls in the village were fascinated and seemed to chase him, but later they cried when they didn't catch up.

He also said that he had a big regret in his life, that is, he used to have a childhood sweetheart, and he always liked her, but unfortunately he couldn't be together in the end.

Speaking of emotion, I couldn't help but pat my beer belly, infinitely feeling that youth is not there, and the years are not forgiving.

In previous years, my mother, who always had to refute a sentence or two at this time, just listened quietly this year, and occasionally showed a knowing smile, as if she was not the heroine of the story, but a bystander.

Fang Wei asked his father curiously, why did you choose your mother in the end?

Dad shook his head slightly, and said helplessly, "No way, who called your mother stubborn, decided that it was me, ran all the way from Yuezhou, ran alone for more than 110 kilometers, chased to my door to seek death and life to marry me, your grandfather said that if I don't marry her, I will break my legs, and then let your mother serve me." Alas, back then, your grandfather wasn't as talkative as he is now. ”

"Oooh. Fang Ning glanced at his grandfather in surprise, but he didn't expect that his grandfather, who had always rarely blushed with others, would actually have such a violent side.

So I couldn't help but sigh that the world can really polish a person's edges and corners.

"Then Dad, do you regret it?" Fang Wei stuck out his tongue and asked.

Dad and Mom glanced at each other, with a smile in their eyes, Dad touched her head and doted, "Silly child, your parents and I have lived half of my life, and life is so long, what else do you regret after that, let's live like this." ”

The love story of my father and my mother is not vigorous, but it also has the warmth of a long stream, everything is fake, and only the love is real.

The family watched the Spring Festival Gala around the TV, grandpa and dad chatted about life, grandma and mom chattered, mom responded softly, and the window was lively, the whole process of firecrackers and fireworks continued, and occasionally brilliant fireworks rose, alternating light and shadow.

As soon as Fang Ning opened the window, all he saw was a strong smell of gunsmoke, and those broken brilliance appeared in his eyes.

He sat on the balcony for a while, when the wine came up a little, and his head was a little dizzy, so he turned back to the sofa, covered himself with the quilt, curled up his hands and feet, leaned against his grandfather, squinted his eyes and dozed, and the sound of his family chatting and the TV was in his ears.

Although he was slightly drunk, his mind was empty.

The lights of thousands of homes are bright, but the bottom of my heart is calm.