I held my phone and wanted to dial it again, but I didn't want to be bored.

I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my face was a little pale, my hair hadn't been trimmed for a long time, my bangs covered my eyes, and there were heavy dark circles under my eyes.

It's still living alone, it's no different, but I always feel that the air at hand is different.

I grinned upwards with my fingers on the corners of my mouth, made an exaggerated laugh, and said to myself, "Come on, Du Jiayin." ”

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After the New Year, I will be twenty years old.

In my hometown, according to the lunar calendar, I should be twenty-one years old, and in the eyes of my parents, I should have married and had children, but now, I am repeating my studies and reading in my senior year of high school.

On the morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I made a phone call to my mother to greet the New Year, and in the earpiece, my mother's tone of voice to me was no longer so impulsive, I haven't seen it for more than a year, my brother must have grown taller.

Hanging up the phone, my eyes were sour and I wanted to shed tears, but after thinking about it, this was the New Year, and it was unlucky to shed tears, so I forcibly held back.

At noon that day, I originally said that I went to the supermarket to buy quick-frozen dumplings to cook, but I always felt that there was no New Year's flavor, so I went to the supermarket to buy pork and celery, got a dumpling filling of pork and celery, and wrapped 20 dumplings and cooked them.

While I was cooking dumplings, I received a call from Zhou Yusen and asked, "Where are you now?"

I said, "At home, get ready to set off firecrackers." ”

Zhou Yusen knew that I was alone at home, so he asked me to go to his house for a reunion dinner, I felt really embarrassed, how could I go to join in the fun of the reunion dinner at other people's homes, so I politely refused.

In the afternoon, as I cleaned up the house, I heard the voices of children outside shouting, "It's snowing!"

Walk to the balcony, open the curtains and see, fine small snowflakes fluttering down from the canopy, in the pale cyan canopy, the white snow hail seems to be intertwined into a net, covering the heaven and the earth in between, as if it is a fairy tale world.

In the evening, when the snow was getting heavier and heavier, I put on a thick down jacket, went downstairs to buy a pair of Spring Festival couplets, bought a firecracker, and asked the vendor for half a lit incense stick, which was used to light the twisted core of the firecracker.

I have a shadow on the firecracker, because when I was a child, the light cannon was blown up, and the index finger of my left hand was almost blown off, and now I have palpitations when I think about it.

I carefully spread the cannon on the ground, and the bright red cannon was set off by the silver wrapping to make the cannon fight extraordinarily red.

I steadied myself and thought that I must light the cannon and explode in a prosperous manner, so as to exchange for my bad luck this year.

I stood far away, an arm's length away, and then stretched out my arms to hold incense, little by little, my hands trembled a little, looking at the curvy firecrackers on the ground, as if looking at a math problem with bitterness and hatred.

No, I still felt that I still couldn't break the inner barrier, and the moment I touched the cannon twist, I screamed and threw the incense to the ground, and before the firecracker was lit, I turned around and covered my ears.

My action startled the passers-by, and they looked at me like a psychopath.

I smiled, picked up the incense, and told myself in my heart that I had to light it this time.

Trembling closer, I almost closed my eyes, and suddenly, an arm reached out from behind me, and the hand directly covered mine, with a little strength, firmly supported my arm, and lit the firecracker.

I didn't react at all, and the person behind me pulled me back and covered my ears.