When I was a child, the Chinese New Year was full of joy and full of costumes.

Slowly, the New Year has become less expected, the meals you want to eat, the clothes you want to buy, the joyful new clothes and the table of sumptuous dishes are also gradually fading away in the memory, and the sense of joy of the New Year is fading away from the year, and the sense of urgency of life is also stronger year by year.

Then, year after year, before I knew it, I was 30, 35, 40, 50......

Therefore, it makes sense to be reluctant to celebrate the New Year or even afraid of the New Year at a certain age, and when the New Year is over, it will be a year older.

Zhang Dongming was reluctant to celebrate the New Year in the last few years of his last life, he didn't feel anything in this life, he was only 24 after the New Year, and he still had a lot of youth to enjoy and squander, which may be the coolest place to be reborn.

In the morning, the sound of firecrackers.

After chatting with Tang Wan on the phone in the quilt, she got up to fold the quilt and went to the toilet to wash her face and brush her teeth.

In the afternoon for the New Year, I simply ate a bite of breakfast, and after eating for a while, Zhang Dongming wanted to go back and post couplets or something, Gong Fei was not interesting to stay at home, so he came along.

"Just wait for the two days to post some couplets, and buy so much. ”

Gong Fei helped cut the couplet, and Zhang Dongming was there and paste: "Atmosphere, what does the little girl know." ”

Gong Fei pouted: "Rich people are tough when they speak." ”

Zhang Dongming was happy: "That's a must." ”

Gong Fei said curiously: "What kind of stone can be sold for more than 2 million, it's too exaggerated." ”

Zhang Dongming went to the stove pit and added half a dustpan of bud rice sticks: "Don't you say it, it's just a big black stone, people are called rich people, and they don't blink their eyes when they spend so much money." ”

"The world of rich people really doesn't understand. Gong Fei put down the scissors: "Okay, where to paste it first?"

"Chicken racks. ”

"Are you sure it's not a duck rack?"

"Look at you like a duck rack. ”

"This man is not reasonable at all. ”

"Paste more, you can't stick it less. ”

"Alright. ”

"Smear some more ......"

The front door and the back door of the east house and the west house are outside the courtyard, I bought a lot of couplet blessing words, and after pasting it for a while, this girl went back to the house with a cold hand, Zhang Dongming came in after posting it, Gong Fei watched TV and said, "I just called." ”

Zhang Dongming washed his hands: "Who?"

Gong Fei stretched his feet into the kang quilt: "I don't know, it doesn't look like a phone number, and I didn't dare to answer it." ”

Zhang Dongming wiped his hands and took his mobile phone and looked at it: "+2031648......"

Zhang Dongming looked at the number and thought for a while, tried to dial it back, but couldn't get through.

I lit a cigarette and sat down against the kang and didn't know what I was thinking.

Gong Fei glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Dongming said: "It's okay. ”

The New Year's dinner in the afternoon was still as sumptuous as last year, with eight dishes, and Zhang Dongming's favorite scrambled eggs with tomatoes were still on the list.

Gong Liguo took the wine bottle and smiled: "Come on?"

"Good. Zhang Dongming said.

Last year's New Year's dinner was the first time Zhang Dongming drank liquor after his rebirth, and he thought that he would drink like this with Gong Liguo for the Chinese New Year next year.

Then a year passed in the blink of an eye, and the following year of last year became the present.

Then he was still worried about the same as last year, next year's New Year, will he still have a chance to sit and drink with Gong Liguo?

He was worried, more and more worried.

The summer of 2003 is getting closer and closer, will Gong Liguo's fate be the same as in his previous life?

Many details of Gong Liguo's life in this life are different from those in his previous life, so he doesn't know if Gong Liguo will have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage? Will it be so serious that it will be too late to be rescued?

Since his rebirth, he has tried to persuade Gong Liguo to quit smoking and drinking, but Gong Liguo is very addicted to smoking, and he is very good at drinking.

He also forcibly pulled Gong Liguo to the hospital for examination, except for a slightly high blood pressure, Gong Liguo's body was not wrong at all, and he also persuaded the two of them to eat as light as possible and eat less fish and meat greasy things, not to mention Gong Liguo, Sun Shufen didn't take it seriously at all.

He also had deep hesitation to tell these two people about rebirth, and even the words had reached his lips several times, but in the end he didn't say it.

The first is that what he says may not necessarily play a decisive role, and the second is that he dare not say it and cannot say it.

So, he could only watch, wait, and pray.

He doesn't use words like torment or pain, but he has to say that this is the price of being born again.

From the moment he fully accepted this rebirth, he was prepared to bear the cost.

Gong Liguo looked at him eating there in a daze, and said with a smile: "What are you stunned about?"

Zhang Dongming straightened up, let out a sigh, and happily nibbled on the ribs: "It's nothing." ”

Gong Fei smiled and said: "Needless to say, it's been a day apart, I must be thinking about Teacher Tang, hey, people in love, it's really crooked." ”

Zhang Dongming pulled down the girl's head: "You understand." ”

Gong Fei took a sip of juice: "It was originally true." ”

"You can understand it blindly. Sun Shufen happily changed the plate of fish and shrimp to the two of them: "When will I bring someone back for your father and me to see." ”

Gong Fei picked up the shrimp: "What's the hurry, isn't it, Dad." ”

Gong Liguo smiled and nodded: "Yes, no hurry." ”

"These two are not in a hurry, how old are they, they are 24 years old for the New Year. ”

"That's what the hell. ”

"What's the matter, you let Brother Dongming talk about it. ”

"Huh? This ......."

At the Happy New Year's dinner, Zhang Dongming ate a lot, and drank a glass of wine, two taels, and didn't dare to drink more.

After eating and cleaning up, Gong Liguo and Sun Shufen walked around, and Zhang Dongming and Gong Fei played poker on the kang - golden hook fishing.

It's hard to say, but it's a very naïve way to play poker.

The two of them always played when they were children, and they haven't played since the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school, today Gong Fei didn't know why she remembered, and said on a whim that she wanted to play, and Zhang Dongming accompanied this girl to be naïve.

The two of them played until Sun Shufen came back, and there were more than ten or twenty plays, and Zhang Dongming won two or three, mainly because this girl always played tricks, this didn't count for a while, and that didn't count for a while, Zhang Dongming was happy to let her, just like when she was a child.

In the evening, watch the Spring Festival Gala and make dumplings.

Gong Liguo and Sun Shufen are still quite happy to watch the Spring Festival Gala, especially when it comes to performing sketches.

Gong Fei was not very happy to watch it, and she didn't know who to call in the East House all the time.

Zhang Dongming accompanied the two of them and watched happily.

Dumplings or two fillings, leek eggs and sauerkraut pork.

Gong Fei rolled her arms and sleeves to say that she wanted to learn to make dumplings, Zhang Dongming taught her for a while, she said to make a call, and then until the dumplings were finished, the girl's phone call was also finished.

At ten o'clock, the dumplings were cooked, and the sound of firecrackers in the village had already risen one after another.

The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and the family welcomes the new year happily.

The firecrackers in the courtyard and the dumplings tumbling in the pot, at this moment, no matter how faint the taste of the New Year in my heart is, I can't help but condense and ferment, turning into an unconscious smile on my face.

Perhaps, this is the complex of "year".

The bell of the Spring Festival Gala rang at zero o'clock, and 2003 officially came.

Coming out of Gongli Country, I don't know when the snow fell, and the outside was already covered with a layer of silver.

On the way back, the goose-feathered snowflakes fell in large pieces, and Zhang Dongming looked up at the night sky: "With such a big snowfall, I may not be able to go back in the second year of junior high school." ”