On the twenty-first day of the lunar month, the countdown to the new year has begun, and the streets are already full of stalls of various New Year's goods. Fireworks, bright red blessing characters, and festive New Year's paintings. It seems that a casual sniff of the air carries the fragrance of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but although the small town is small, there is also a place where this fragrance cannot reach, that is, S high, the "little children" of the first and second years of high school have happily gone on winter vacation. Only the third year of high school, still insisting, Lin Feng stared at the big "115" in the upper left corner of the blackboard, and had a headache.

Regarding this countdown, Lin Feng and Ding Yu and Lobster exchanged opinions with each other at the end of class, Lin Feng felt that there were still so many talented college entrance examinations, and Sister L should not write this to increase the pressure on these children.

Ding Yu, he was very disdainful of this thing, and he looked indifferent, because he was going to the provincial capital for training after the New Year, and he didn't come back until fifty days before the college entrance examination to participate in the general review of cultural classes.

The lobster also had an opinion on this countdown, only to see him crying and saying "There are so many days before I can play with my mobile phone, computer, and read novels."

From this sentence, it can be heard that Comrade Long feels about this, just like a prisoner who is about to be released from prison counts the days and waits for the day when the prison door is opened.

Of course, the lobster did not wait so long to regain his freedom, because it was the New Year. Now some prisons still allow prisoners to go home for the New Year, not to mention a group of "flowers of the motherland" who have been pressed by the pressure of study for more than ten years. ”

On the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, the children of the third year of high school rushed towards the school gate.

The ten-day holiday is like a bottle of cold Sprite on a hot day for these high school juniors who have been locked up in school all day just knowing how to study.

As soon as he walked out of the school gate, Lin Feng saw Ding Yu who was helping Chen Xin with his luggage next to the bus.

"Yo, you're working hard," Lin Feng stepped forward and said.

Ding Yu smiled obscenely at Lin Feng, and then whispered, "Can you not work your own family's affairs?" Lin Feng was disgusted when he heard it, this guy is really so.

Chen Xin stuck his head out of the open window of the car, "Ding Yu, what are you talking about?" ”

"No, I didn't say anything. By the way, did you buy water? I'll buy you a few bottles, don't be thirsty for a while" Ding Yu hurriedly interrupted, if Chen Xin heard his nonsense just now, he probably would have to ignore himself in the future.

"No, I'll only sit in the car for more than an hour," Chen Xin said, for Ding Yu's meticulous care. She is very helpless and contradictory, she has made it clear that she will not fall in love in high school, but there are still some suitors who will not give up, such as Ding Yu and Liang Lei. Chen Xin asked himself more than once, why did Ding Yu still care about him silently? Why did Liang Lei plan the farce of "finding a tutor" in order to spend more time with himself. Is it true love? Chen Xin was very confused.

In the confusion, the car started, and I listened to the fat man shaking his arms vigorously, shouting "take care on the road" or "go home and give me a message" or something. When Chen Xin came back to his senses, Ding Yu's figure had been drowned by the thick smoke and dust behind the butt of the car.

"Okay, look at it for a while, Chen Xin is home." Lin Feng patted Ding Yu, who was still in a daze.

"By the way, how are you going to spend these ten days?" Ding Yu asked.

"Read," Lin Feng replied succinctly.

"Am I relying on you to learn stupidly, why haven't you seen enough in school?" Ding Yu said disdainfully,

"I said to read books, but I didn't say to read those political and historical places that make me sick to my stomach when I touch them, in addition to the number of words, what I want to read is "Zhu Xian"; Lin Feng said with a roll of his eyes.

"You mean that Zhang Xiaofan's one, that one is really exciting, let me tell you, the ghostly burning stick is really too domineering, and what kind of Four Spirit Blood Array .....?"

Zhu Xian, it is indeed one of the few good works that Lin Feng thinks has been in the online Xiuzhen novels in recent years, Lin Feng hates those who start to cross before they reach two thousand words at the beginning, and then get the world's magic skills from a gangster all at once, and they are invincible. Or with martial arts, soak all the beauties in the world. Lin Feng felt that those obscene novels were purely TMD poisoning the hearts of teenagers.

However, there is still a little benefit to reading those huge online novels, that is, to improve the speed of reading, I believe that people who often read online novels have this experience, in the face of hundreds of thousands of words and millions of words, how many people will be patient to scrutinize like tasting poetry?

So, everyone who reads online novels has basically practiced the special skill of ten lines at a glance, Lin Feng has seen a buddy with 500 degrees of myopia glasses, and he started to read an 800-page novel in the morning for self-study, and finished reading the novel at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and began to sleep whirringly, Lin Feng was envious in his heart, you just read a page of a book a minute, and it takes more than ten hours to read it, right, this is not scientific, how did he do it?

Later, after Lin Feng finally found the reason, it turned out that he didn't "finish reading" all of it, you asked him to retell the content of the book from the new, he definitely couldn't answer it, a lot of the content, all swept by, and picked those wonderful contents to see.

Lin Feng asked him why he read it so quickly, and replied: "I don't want to either, but the eight-hundred-page book is there, and I feel uncomfortable when I can't finish it, and I always think in my heart, it's better to read it all at once, and half of it is the author's nonsense to make up for clicks, what nonsense to read?" ”

Take a look, this is the sadness of online novels, the commercialization of online novels, has led to a large number of writers beginning to depart from the original intention of writing essays, and began to improve the click-through rate and monthly pass from all aspects, instead of simply finding reasons from their own novels, and began to figure out how to make more money, what's more, some people rely on one or two novels to become popular, and then only write an outline when writing a book in the future, and then hire a few people to help him write, and then publish it in his own name for profit, do you say this online novel can still be read?

Therefore, Lin Feng thinks that it is not those readers who are willing to read the novel at a glance and ten lines, but the author is forced to do it, you say that if your novel is well written and every chapter is wonderful, who would want to skip those nonsense.

The topic is far away, let's continue to talk about Zhu Xian, Xiao Ding has depicted a world that belongs to cultivators through delicate descriptions and interlocking plots, and tells the legend of Mu Ne's youth, Zhang Xiaofan.

Lin Feng read this book in his sophomore year of high school, but he didn't finish it at that time, he only saw a third, and a few days ago he heard that he could buy the whole book, so Lin Feng decided to use the ten-day vacation to finish reading it.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I saw Lin Ma pushing a cart with pork, sausages, vegetables and other large bags and small bags walking in. Lin Feng hurriedly greeted him and helped his mother carry things.

"Come back" Mother Lin was overjoyed when she saw her son, who had not seen her son for a month, and just put all those things in the kitchen, and hurriedly soaked the ribs with water.

"You're hungry at school, you said you can't go to and from school for more than thirty minutes, do you have to live in school?" Mother Lin complained and cleaned up the ribs over and over again.

"Exercise, I'll live on campus when I go to college anyway." Lin Feng said.

"What time do you go to school?" Can you spend the Lantern Festival at home? Mother Lin asked.

"No, I have to go back to school on the fifth day of the first month of the third year of high school," Lin Feng replied while helping to wash the vegetables.

"Oh, don't make a mess with it, go back to the house and watch TV if you have nothing to do."

"What's so good about TV" Lin Feng complained a little, up to now, Lin Feng's TV set is in the center, and there are two channels of local stations, Lin Feng has always been worried about the fact that his parents did not let him install a satellite antenna.

"Then take out the school books and review them again." Mother Lin said with a smile.

"I'm going to watch TV," Lin Feng ran into his room without looking back, watched it again, what kind of international jokes, Lin Feng finally got rid of the constraints of the school, but he didn't want to just get out of the tiger's den and enter the wolf's den, eh, this sentence seems to be a bit inappropriate, right, anyway, it's almost the same, the classmates understand.

The Spring Festival passed in a burst of crackling firecrackers and the discussion about which program was the most bloody in this year's Spring Festival Gala after dinner, Lin Feng looked at the red couplets posted by each household, as well as the red firecracker crumbs in the corner, he was a little dazed, he couldn't find the joy of looking forward to the New Year when he was a child.

The customs of the New Year have not changed, killing pigs in the small year, worshipping the god Vesta, twenty-nine ** lian, dumplings on Chinese New Year's Eve, and keeping the New Year on Chinese New Year's Eve. And these days that I looked forward to day and night when I was a child, Lin Feng seems to be so ordinary now. Beside him, the seven or eight-year-old brother of the neighbor is coming out of the house with his little friends, shaking the burning incense in his hand, and is preparing to set off firecrackers, and what they are talking about is nothing more than how to spend this year's New Year's money and the like, looking at the children's laughter, Lin Feng sighed in his heart, the Spring Festival has not changed, it is himself who has changed

On the first day of the first lunar month, Lin Feng was called up by his mother in the warm quilt, because today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and every family wants to pay New Year's greetings, nothing more than to go to those uncles, aunts and aunts to pay New Year's greetings and say "Happy New Year, get rich every year" and the like. Then sit for a while, grab a handful of melon seeds and peanuts, chat for a while, and then go to another house to pay New Year's greetings until you have visited all the neighbors.

When Lin Feng finished visiting, it was already about ten o'clock in the morning, and when he got home, Lin's mother told him that Ding Yu had made several calls home.

"Hey, what are you kid running outside early in the morning when you're not at home on vacation?" This is the first greeting of the New Year given by Ding Fatzi after Lin Feng made the call

"I went out to pay New Year's greetings, by the way, your New Year's greetings are very fast."

"New Year's greetings, I'll go, you still have such an ancient custom." Obviously, Ding Yu was very uninterested in this custom.

Lin Feng then remembered that Ding Yu's family lived in an apartment-style community, and most of the people who lived there were businessmen with status and status, and after the Chinese New Year, most of those people were busy receiving gift-givers or giving gifts to others, who still had the heart to go upstairs and downstairs? Thinking of this, Lin Feng didn't feel that this matter was very sad.

Those successful people who are exquisitely out there, no matter what happens, can handle it properly, but the most basic neighborhood relationship is ignored, on the contrary, these ordinary ordinary people, but on the first day of the new year, go door to door to visit, send the earliest New Year's wishes, isn't it ridiculous?

"Hey, Xiaofeng, have you listened to me" Ding Yu shouted over there, seemingly very dissatisfied with Lin Feng's silence for more than ten seconds.

Lin Feng hurriedly said, "Listen, listen."

"Going out shopping? There is a temple fair today," Ding Yu shouted.

"I'm not going, I haven't finished reading it," Lin Feng said.

"Can you do it, don't be like those otaku and otaku who stay at home and don't go out whenever you have time, okay? In this way, we will see you in the central square in half an hour, if you can't see you, I will drive to your house to pick you up," Ding Yu said.

Lin Feng was speechless, and drove to pick me up, this is obviously intimidation, Ding Yu's driving skills he has learned.