On Chinese New Year's Eve, from four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the campus of the No. 1 Middle School began to crackle and sound firecrackers, and several children in new clothes happily scurried around the campus, picking up scattered firecrackers downstairs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mother Feng stood in the corridor and glanced at it a few times, her eyes were complicated, the address of the new house she got after the year was outside the school, and she had spent a full twenty years on this campus, how could she not be sad.

Feng Yiming took out his mobile phone and looked at the text message that had just arrived, and shouted to the back room, "Mom, sister-in-law, they are here to pay New Year's greetings on the second day of the Lunar New Year." ”

"Got it. Feng Mu nodded and said, "Your sister-in-law has spoken, and I will try your craftsmanship when the time comes." ”

Feng Wei'an was washing vegetables in the kitchen, and when he heard this, he snorted without smiling, which made Feng Muliu's eyebrows stand upside down, and she was about to get angry again, and Feng Yiming, who had a headache, hurriedly persuaded him in the middle.

It's like this early this morning, Feng Wei'an was aggrieved because he was used as a gun by his son and friends a few days ago, and he has been looking for Feng Yiming's stubble these days, but his wife can't see it, and after a few rounds, he obediently shrank to the side, and only occasionally said a few strange words.

"Mom, the renovation will start after the year, do you have a plan?" Feng Yiming pulled Feng's mother and asked with a smile, "I heard that the location of the house is very good, and it is ...... by the mountains and rivers."

Of course, Zhu Han is no longer sensible, and he also knows that it is not easy to shoot Feng Yiming's sycophants, but he can save the country and pat the boss's parents' sycophants, but whenever he has a relationship with Feng Wei'an in the city, Zhu Han will not hesitate, not to mention the public housing of the No. 1 Middle School in the city, and he picked the best set and sent it over early.

Feng's mother took the plane drawings with great interest, and pointed at her hands and feet: "Although it is a little far away from the city, the area is large enough, plus the study, three bedrooms and two living rooms, you will live at home when you go back to work in Qingping in the future." ”

"Uh......" Feng Yiming drew two circles in the air with his fingers, and he didn't find any words for a long time, his mother really thought far enough, and now she was thinking about her future work.

"Three bedrooms and two living rooms, it will be enough for you to get married in the future, the small study room will be used by your father first, and you will sort it out when you have grandchildren......" Feng's mother was talking about her plan with great interest, and suddenly saw her husband also standing on the side and probing his brain, glared at him, and shouted: "The dishes are all washed?

Feng Wei'an glanced at his son who was staring at the ceiling, and left in a huff, this kid has taken a lot of medicine in front of his wife in the past few days, and he is trying to sow discord, lest the world be chaotic.

Halfway through speaking, Feng's mother frowned, remembered something, grabbed Feng Yiming's ear, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Feng Yiming, you pay attention to me, if you get a grandchild out before graduation, see how I clean you up!"

Feng Yiming touched the roots of his reddened ears, thinking that in his previous life, you were retired at home, and you were bored every day, and your eyes were hot when you saw other people's children, and even said, "It doesn't matter if you don't get married, but you have to get me a grandson."

"What about Zhang Jingjing?"

"Her hometown is Yanjing, and she went back for the New Year. Feng Yiming peeked at his mother's face and whispered, "Why don't you let her come to pay New Year's greetings after the New Year?"

"Hmph, you don't need it until you graduate from college!" Feng Mu thought of Zhang Jingjing's cold and indifferent face, and said, "I don't know how long you can get along, maybe you will break up before graduation......

Feng Yiming was speechless, cursing his son like this! Are you such a mother?

After returning to Qingping, he has been cooking for several days, Feng Yiming's cooking skills have shown signs of rebound, and soon a table of dishes is made, the family sits down to drink, the TV keeps coming out of the sound of blessings, and the occasional sound of firecrackers rings outside the window, even if the doors and windows are tight, you can smell the festive smell of gunpowder in the air.

After drinking two rounds of wine, Feng Wei'an's face also looked better, the reason is very simple, tonight he drank the good wine that his son brought back from the river, and I heard that it was collected at a great price.

Although the future is uncertain, although the lover is far away in the north, but the scene of the father and son in front of him, the happy scene still makes Feng Yiming satisfied, he picked up the chopsticks and gently knocked on the edge of the bowl, and sang with the wine.

"Xiao Shu's white hair is not full of hair, and the New Year's stove is not sleeping. ”

"Cut candles to dry the night wine, and pour out all the money to buy spring money. ”

"Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers, and look at the old Xingxing of changing peach charms. ”

"The drum horn plum blossom adds a piece, and the five more laugh and worship the New Year. ”

Although Feng's mother is a teacher of the Chinese department, she actually does not know much about ancient poetry, and looks at her husband suspiciously.

Rao is a history major in Feng Wei'an University, but he also thought about it for a long time before he turned this poem out of his mind.

""New Year's Day?" Feng Wei'an's eyes were a little strange.

This poem is not a masterpiece, but after reading it throughout, anyone can hear it through "Xiao Shu White Hair" and "Childlike Heart", the author is a dying old man, although the poem is about the New Year, but there is a vicissitudes between the lines.

And Feng Yiming in front of him is young and vigorous, heroic, and he is the age when he strides forward and never looks back, why is he so emotional?

Feng Wei'an was silent, silently thinking about the various changes that have taken place in his son in the past few years, and I don't know when his son, who is regarded as a stunned young man, began to become so scheming, as if he had been weathered.

"Ring, ring, ring, ......" The phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, I am, what?" Feng Mu put down the phone and walked back to the living room, and asked suspiciously: "Feng Wei'an, how can there be a call from the United States to find you?"

"Looking for me?" Feng Wei'an was also puzzled and asked, "Is it your brother's ......?"

"No way, my second brother and third brother have returned to China. Feng's mother added: "If it was my brother's side, I wouldn't say that I was looking for Vice Mayor Feng." ”

Feng's mother has a total of three brothers, the eldest brother is in the magic capital, and the remaining two are in the United States, but this year's New Year's holiday to return to China, even the grandmother came back, and now they are all in Yuhang, and the Feng family will go to Yuhang on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year to pay New Year's greetings.

Feng Wei'an's eyes wandered, and he said after half a sound: "Then I'll go over and take a look." In 2002, foreign calls had to be transferred manually, and you had to go to the school duty room to answer the phone.

"Wind and rain rainbow sonorous rose"

"Across the world, laughing proudly, the world will never retreat"

Feng Yiming seemed to be calm and composed, watching the ill-fated actress singing loudly on the TV screen, suddenly stood up, and said with a smile: "The phone in the United States, I speak English well, maybe it can help, I'll take a look too." ”

Feng Wei'an was sure who this transatlantic call was looking for, he barely squeezed out a smile, grabbed a handful of melon seeds before going out, but Feng Yiming, who followed behind, was uneasy, if it was really a call from Wei Jun and Liang Xing in the United States, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but something big must have happened......