Chapter 32 The Chinese New Year's Eve Bad People Come to the Door

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And the secret love at the age of fourteen or fifteen is the throbbing of joy, hope, and longing, with some ignorance of loss, distress, and expectation, and in the slightly sad emotion, imagining the beautiful.

Chen Zimo impulsively wanted to write a letter to Su Yingying several times to directly express his admiration, but unfortunately he never found the courage to deliver a love letter, in fact, he didn't really write a love letter at all - every time he wanted to write it, he hesitated, but couldn't write a word.

If Su Yingying usually ignored him and always put on a high-minded and arrogant appearance like other classmates, rejecting people thousands of miles away, it would be fine, Chen Zimo would definitely not have such thoughts. But with the class life, Chen Zimo couldn't help but often took the initiative to find reasons to talk to Su Yingying, and Su Yingying did not show disgust, always answering questions, although the attitude was flat, and the conversation was so simple that maybe only a few words, but it still made Chen Zimo naturally have some self-righteous emotional expectations in his heart:

At least, other male classmates don't talk as much as Su Yingying and me.

Does this mean that Su Yingying is also ...... to me? Have a good impression and be willing to ...... with me Be friends?

After the winter vacation, Chen Zimo stayed at home alone for less than a week, and began to fidget, missing life on campus. Because at school, I can see Su Yingying every day, and I can find an excuse to say a few words to Su Yingying every day. Even if it is, she is obviously perfunctory, simply replying with two words, or even a hmm, even if it is, she smiled and nodded, Chen Zimo was very content and happy.

Ignorant love and longing, Chen Zimo's heart has always been like a cat's paw scratching, and he can't calm down to study.

As for the practice of magic......

He did not take advantage of the winter vacation to devote more time to his practice, but continued to study hard and consolidate all the knowledge points since the first to the third year of junior high school. Because he hopes that in the next exam, he can get the first place in the whole grade and surpass Su Yingying, so that Su Yingying will definitely be satisfied and gratified, so that he will pay more attention to him and have a better impression of him.

But he couldn't calm down to study, and he didn't dare to go directly to Su Yingying's house to find her, Chen Zimo finally couldn't hold it anymore after a few days of suffering, and decided to miss Su Yingying, so he sat down at the table and silently recited the meditation mantra and meditated and practiced.

God lent him a few guts, but he didn't dare to go to Su Yingying, so why waste time at home, that is, he had no intention of studying and delayed his cultivation?

Chen Zimo can calculate this account.

At the beginning of the practice, the effect was immediate—the meditation technique would calm his mind quickly, and any emotion would be washed away. And the cultivation of the pure body realm can make him enter a state of self-forgetfulness.

In the blink of an eye, the wax moon of Ding Chou came to an end.

On the evening of Chinese New Year's Eve, the Spring Festival couplets were pasted in front of the houses in the village to hang lanterns, and the children on the street ran and played in groups, lighting small firecrackers, monkeys, and firecrackers...... On the street gate of the Chen house in the east of the village, there are no Spring Festival couplets and no lanterns. The reason why the Spring Festival couplets and big characters are not pasted is because of the folk custom: the first Spring Festival when the elderly have passed away at home, the Spring Festival couplets cannot be pasted.

The same is true without lanterns.

Moreover, Chen Zimo also had no money to buy lanterns.

At this moment, he was sitting alone at the small square table in the kitchen, rolling dough and making dumplings, and his red eyes were shining with tears.

He misses his godfather, and he misses ...... Daddy and Mommy.

However, the longing for my parents is purely out of the inseparable blood affection and the long-term lack of family affection, so I will yearn for a perfect family, and there is a little bit of self-comfort, hatred for my parents.

As for Hu Si, Chen Zimo is sincerely nostalgic.

No one can understand how strong the emotions accumulated by the old and the young have been dependent on each other for five years.

Outside, it was getting darker.

The night was about to close, and the light in the room was so bad that the dough, chopsticks, and stuffing could not be seen clearly, Chen Zimo opened the damper of the honeycomb coal stove, and the water in the pot that had been placed on the stove quickly boiled.

Chen Zimo got up and went to the door to pull the lamp rope and turn on the light, the light bulb hanging on the roof was only twenty-five watts, so even if the light was turned on, the light was only slightly better, dim and dim.

On the windowsill, there are two small firecrackers with 500 rings.

When the dumplings are cooked and eaten for a while, they are lit and hung, which is regarded as a firecracker before the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner; Another hanging, when Ming'er eats dumplings together at the beginning of the fifth watch, order another hanging.

Five hundred firecrackers, five for each hanging.

Families in the village with slightly better conditions have to buy 10,000 firecrackers to light before the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner begins. If the conditions are ordinary, you have to get a 5,000-ring, and you can't be too petty for the New Year.

A firecracker with 5,000 rings costs 10 yuan, and 10,000 firecrackers cost 18 yuan, and they are all bigger than the 500 firecrackers, and the sound is also greater.

But Chen Zimo is so poor that even if it is the New Year, he is reluctant to spend an extra ten or eight yuan, and in daily life, he wants to break a penny. At the end of this year's autumn harvest, after the rice is harvested and dried, it is already winter. Chen Zimo took the initiative to find Hou Qiang and said that this year's 1,000 catties of rice did not need to be sent to his home, but directly helped him send it to the rice milling shop, and sold all of it to the rice collectors.

This year, the rice grew well, and 670 catties of rice were produced from 1,000 catties of rice, plus the money from the sale of rice bran, Chen Zimo got 514 yuan; In the past two days, he sold burning paper, paper ties, and dark coins, and sold nineteen yuan and eight cents. He drew a few evil charms for the two families in Xu Guanying, and sold them for four yuan and five. Also, the old man surnamed Mu and his two subordinates left him more than 1,700 yuan.

To buy simple New Year's goods, two small firecrackers hung three pieces, bought meat, green onions, and leeks, and spent five yuan seven, that is, the ingredients for eating a few dumplings.

In addition, Chen Zimo also bought new clothes and a pair of new shoes very luxuriously, and spent 56 yuan, and he was reluctant to buy new autumn clothes and pants inside. With such a large amount of consumption, Chen Zimo was so distressed that he trembled, but he still comforted himself, it's the New Year, the New Year is new, not to mention, there are really no clothes that fit to wear.

In fact, Chen Zimo himself felt hypocritical and guilty for these self-comforting words, because he knew very well that the main reason why he wanted to buy new clothes to wear was that after the winter vacation, he didn't want Su Yingying to see his tattered clothes when school started.

To put it bluntly, it is the vanity of youth.

In the past, Chen Zimo didn't care much about being looked down upon and ridiculed for his shabby clothes, because the first was that he had no money, and the second was that he was broken and broken, anyway, everyone knew that he was a poor boy. But now it's different from the past, and the girl who has a crush in her heart naturally begins to pay attention to her image and dress, at least she can't be so cold and miserable.

Seeing that the water in the pot was boiling, Chen Zimo picked up the sorghum stalk splicing board and prepared to put the dumplings placed on it into the pot.

At this moment, someone in the courtyard shouted, "Is Zimo at home?" ”

Chen Zimo frowned, surprised: "Li Zhizhong on the dog day, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, it's dark, what are you doing at home?" ”

Damn it!

Don't want Lao Tzu to have a good year?!

Chen Zimo put down the slats and walked outside with a calm face.

It is a rural custom that before going to bed at night in the Chinese New Year's Eve, the street door is to be left open, which means to send off the old and welcome the new, and the street door will only be closed when the old man sleeps. Because of this, Li Zhizhong, his second son, and three nephews were able to enter Chen Zimo's home smoothly. At this moment, they were standing in the courtyard, looking at Chen Zimo who came out of the kitchen.

It stands to reason that on Chinese New Year's Eve, every household should be lit up all night, both indoors and in the yard. It's just that Chen Zimo is reluctant to turn on the lights in each house and the courtyard lamp, because it is too wasteful of electricity and unnecessary.

Fortunately, on Chinese New Year's Eve until the end of the Lantern Festival, the street lights in the village will be lit every night, and the street lights are hung on the poles, there is a pole just attached to the wall in the southwest corner of the Chen house, the height of the street lights is nearly two meters higher than the house, and the dim lights can be sprinkled into most of the courtyards in the front yard of the Chen house, so although there is no palm light in the yard, but by the light of the street lamp, it is not so dark.

As soon as he saw Li Zhizhong standing in the courtyard with his four young and strong nephews, Chen Zimo was afraid and irritable, and subconsciously picked up the worn-out shovel that was placed on the side outside the kitchen door to clean up the garbage.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Zimo carried a short shovel, stood on the steps under the eaves, frowned and asked with great displeasure.

"It's the New Year...... Li Zhizhong smiled and said, "I just came back from running errands outside, passing by your door, and I came in to have a look." Your kid is a very poor household in our village, although he has a father, but others are in prison, you are almost half an orphan, I am the village chief, of course I have to care more about you. Although our two families are a little conflicted this autumn and don't deal with each other, but the matter has passed, and I don't want to be like you. ”

Chen Zimo snorted and didn't respond, just looked at Li Zhizhong with a sneer.