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On Chinese New Year's Eve, every house is lit up, fireworks bloom in the night sky, and children chant on the street.

There are two red lanterns hanging in front of the door, and a pair of new Spring Festival couplets are posted on the door, which reads: Every year is good, and the year is safe and prosperous, and the horizontal batch is made every day.

The Spring Festival couplets are crooked, and at a glance, you can see that they are not from the hands of famous artists. Even children are better than this, Guan Yiyi after hearing this sentence, he shook his hand and gave Zong Jiming a brain meltdown, washed the ink on his hands and said, "What do you know, this is called sincerity and spirituality, every time I write a stroke, I silently recite in my heart 'God of Wealth bless me to make a fortune in the coming year', you look at how many strokes there are, the God of Wealth will definitely be able to hear, go, paste the couplet." ”

"But aren't the Spring Festival couplets all posted on the first day of the Lunar New Year?" Zong Jiming rubbed the back of his head, this hand was really strong enough.

"Everyone is sticking Spring Festival couplets on the first day of the Lunar New Year, so many, can the God of Wealth see it? The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers, don't want to be lazy for me, go quickly. ”

Zong Jiming picked up the Spring Festival couplets and dried them, told the dark one to take the paste and walk towards the gate.

Outside the house was covered with snow, very thick, and the heavy snow overnight crushed several peach trees planted in the inner courtyard of Guan'er, and Guan Yiyi was distressed for several days, worried about whether the peach production would decrease in the coming year.

The feet creaked on the snow, and there was no sound around, it seemed that they were the only ones here, Zong Jiming had a headache, and the willow spirit had a layer of nodules on the outside of the shop.

Walking towards the willow coffin, brushing away the snow on the coffin, knocking on the coffin, Zong Ji said clearly, "Hey, Liu Wu'er, what the hell are you doing, this Chinese New Year, is the surroundings so clean and appropriate?" Hurry up and remove this thing, I can't hear any sound and panic, hey, wake up, did you hear me talking to you? ”

After a long time, Zong Jiming heard the commotion coming from outside the door, and then left satisfied.

Open the door.

"What do you do? If you don't prepare anything for the Chinese New Year, what are you doing here? ”

The door was full of people, all of whom lived in the surrounding neighborhoods, and at this time they formed a circle and were discussing something loudly.

"Yo, Zong Gongzi, you finally came out, come on, we have been calling the door for a long time, and no one has come to open the door for a long time, you come and see, this person is lying here early in the morning, and the one in my house wants to take him home to warm up, hey, he is really stubborn, he has been lying here for a long time, his mouth is frozen purple, and he just refuses to get up."

Zong Ji Ming Dynasty that person walked, his brows were furrowed, and he came to watch his ears during the New Year, and he refused to leave, so he didn't come to make money, right?

Lying on the ground was a young man, but his eye sockets were deep, his mouth was covered with blue-black stubble, and his hair was a little messy, because he had been lying on the snow, and the snow under him had begun to melt, and the snow water had penetrated into his cotton clothes, making him curl up coldly.

"Brother Tai, if you are not at home for the New Year, why can't you think of coming to the door of my shop to seek death, if you have to die, then declare first, I can't give you money." Kicking at the man who was already frozen and almost unconscious, Zong Jiming thought about what to do with him later.

"Are you the shopkeeper of the ear?" The man came to his senses, and his voice trembled from the cold.

"I am, who are you?"

"Ahem, the shopkeeper who heard the ears of the audience likes to listen to stories the most, if the story is good enough, one of that person's wishes can be fulfilled, is this true?" The man's body trembled more and more, and if he didn't change his clothes to keep warm, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stand it.

"Dark One, carry him in, find him a dress, go tell Yiyi that her business has come to the door." Zong Jiming turned around and walked to the gate, applied paste, and pasted the Spring Festival couplets.

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"In Xia Guo Yan, I heard the rumors of the shopkeeper of Guan'er and came here before." Guo Yan, who had changed his clothes, sat opposite the two with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

"Am I really that famous? If it's so famous, why didn't anyone come to tell me a story? Guan Yiyi was very depressed, no one came to watch, she had to go out with Zong Jiming, she was very tired, not to mention, and she always couldn't sleep well.

Guo Yan glanced at Zong Jiming, smiled and didn't speak, put down the teacup, took out a dice from his arms and rubbed it, and pressed a red bean in the middle of the dice, the red bean was extremely red, like a drop of blood in his heart.

"My Story with Jing'er ......"

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Lincheng, the Guo family and the Lu family are opposite the door, Guo Yan and Lu Jing grew up together, since she was a child, Lu Jing was teased by the neighbors and asked her who she wanted to marry when she grew up, Lu Jing stood in front of a group of adults and shouted, "Brother Guo Yan," and the adults laughed.

Guo Yan, who was standing behind Lu Jing, listened, his ears turned red, he ran over and took Lu Jing's hand and ran, and when he ran to the open space, Guo Yan stared at Lu Jing with his hands on his hips, "Lu Xiaojing, as a daughter, you are about to reach the age of talking about marriage, how can you be so shameless, dare to say in front of so many people, say ......" Guo Yan twisted his head and stopped talking.

Lu Jing saw Guo Yan's shy look, giggled on the side, held Guo Yan's sleeve and shook it from side to side, begging for mercy in her mouth.

"Still coquettish, see if I don't go back to sue you."

Guo Yan nodded her forehead, not knowing what it was like.

He knew that he liked Lu Jing, but except for Lu Jing, the Lu family looked down on the Guo family, and the neighbors deliberately teased Lu Jing in order to laugh at the Guo family and laugh at him for wanting to eat swan meat.

Guo's father doesn't want his son to be like him, getting up earlier than a chicken and going to bed later than a dog, being exposed to the sun or being washed by rain all day long, thinking that if his son wins the list, it will be a matter of honoring his ancestors, and he can also be like Lu Jing's father, drinking tea and walking birds every day, so happy.

"Dad, when do you think I can go to Beijing?" Lu Jing is already thirteen years old, and she will be married soon, and the Lu family will choose a good husband for her, but she is not old enough to go to Beijing to take the exam, so how can he not be in a hurry.

"Yan'er, this matter is in a hurry, you need to pass the township test first, and then ......"

"But Jing'er can't wait." There was a bit of urgency in Guo Yan's tone.

Father Guo put down the wine glass in his hand, his hands were a little heavy, and the wine in the cup spilled some, "Lu Jing Lu Jing, is there only Lu Jing in your head, how did Mr. Academy teach you, the old ghost eye of the Lu family is above the top, how can I promise you the Jing girl, as long as you have achieved fame, what woman you want, how can you send her Lu Jing." ”

"Dad, I want to marry Jing'er in my life, I don't want to study anymore, I don't want to get famous, I want to go into business." Guo Yan lowered his head and clenched his chopsticks.

"Bang", "Bastard, Lao Tzu has raised you for so many years, and I am reluctant to let you go to the ground, in order to let you take a good test and live a good life in the future, how much suffering have you and your mother suffered, did you say that you didn't want to take the test?" Rebel son, how could our Guo family have you as an unfilial son, have you read all the books you have read over the years into the dog's belly? ”

Guo Yan's head hung lower, his fists were clenched, and he was struggling in his heart, if he wanted to get famous, he would have to wait for another three years, but after three years, Jing'er was afraid that she would have already married......