Fortunately, this year's live ammunition throwing, the whole school was safe, and there were no casualties; The half-year training course is also over, and in one more day, the New Year will be coming soon.

As soon as the pressure passed, everyone relaxed, easily sorted out the housekeeping, cleaned the whole school in pieces, and finally tied an apron to help the cafeteria.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, February 3, everyone kneaded flour, rolled dough and made dumplings together; Sangou is a southerner, and he has a black eye for making such pasta, so he can only draw gourds and make a few crooked dumplings.

Looking at Lao Qin, Da Biao, Black Bear, Lord Yama, Liangzi, Zude, Shijie, Mingjun and other northerners, skillfully and simply making pasta, their faces glowing with happiness; The mouth is not idle, not stealing food, but the mouth is smelly, and they keep teasing each other.

Looking at such a happy and warm scene, Sangou seemed to suddenly return to his childhood on Chinese New Year's Eve for a moment.

I remember when I was a child, I looked forward to the New Year every day, pinching my fingers to calculate how many days there were left for the New Year, and even just a few days after the New Year, I began to calculate how many days there were for the next year's New Year.

There is delicious food and fun in the New Year, and there is no need to do any work, who doesn't look forward to such a happy day, let alone children; But adults don't think much about it.

First, every year passes, I feel that I am one year older, and I am one step closer to the day when I am buried in the loess; Everyone wants to live longer, human nature, there is nothing to say.

It's just that why do you have to wait until the moment of the Chinese New Year to know that you have wasted another year? Don't you know it on weekdays?

Don't you know that you are wasting your time and not doing anything every day of every month?

In fact, it can't be said that things are still done, and most people have done a lot of things, but most of these things are trivial things in life and work, and there are no obvious achievements and results.

So, every time I reach the end of the year, when I look back, I can't help but feel ashamed and scared, and I have wasted another year.

Many adults, who really can't find the results of the year, talk about their children's growth by one year as a little achievement, and feel that there are still considerable things at home.

This child is like a time scale, when he has no children and is single, think back to what he has done in five or ten years? It doesn't seem to have done anything, nothing that can be done or spoken.

But with a child, it's different, the child is five years old, ten years old, well, in the past five years, ten years, things have still been done, for example, this child, who used to be a little older when he was born, is now getting older year by year.

Moreover, after having a child, people find that they have a much less anxiety about the future years, and they always feel that the child is the continuation of their own life.

Although he died of old age one day in the future, as long as the child is there, there will be grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren...... Life will continue.

At least you can comfort yourself that you are not alone in this world, even if you go to that world, it doesn't matter, over there, there are your ancestors and parents reunited together.

Here, you can watch them grow and multiply on it; Perhaps, you can also wait over there, your children are also old, and they are the same as themselves, come together, and they can be reunited again.

……

Sangou was thinking nonsense, very strange, he was not married and had no children, how could he have the thoughts of these people with children?

Maybe he substituted himself into the hearts of his parents, but at this time, what were his parents thinking? Isn't it exciting? Or is it sad? The joy is that the four dogs have grown up again, and the sad thing is that the three dogs can't be found.

In the past, when I was a child, I took care of myself and had a happy New Year, but now that I have grown up, I slowly recall that my parents' feelings for the New Year are still very complicated.

On the one hand, it is the same as everyone else, to be happy, after all, when the family is reunited; On the other hand, I am a little sad, not because of the passing of the years, but because most of the income and expenses of this year are beyond our means.

When it comes to the New Year, you have to spend a sum of money, tenant rent, New Year's goods, making new clothes for the elderly and children, New Year's money, relatives and friends New Year's greetings, and neighborhood celebrations......

I don't know that firewood, salt, oil and rice are expensive, even if I am nervous, but I still have to live my life, I can only hold on, I still have to be glamorous on my face, and I can't be laughed at, especially children, I can't make people laugh at them.

The New Year in the township is a big event, from the winter solstice almost a month ago, there is the taste of the year, the winter solstice is big for the New Year, every year when the winter solstice arrives, everyone has to stop what they are doing, play mochi fruit (glutinous rice glutinous rice), and make delicious food.

Beating mochi fruit is a very laborious job, first of all, the glutinous rice must be steamed, placed in a stone mortar, and several people each hold a mallet to smash it alternately.

After mashing the glutinous rice, beat it hard for a while to make it rotten into rice puree, and then mix the rice puree into a small piece while it is hot, accompanied by soybean flour and sugar, which is hot and fragrant, and very delicious.

I also have to make a table meal to pay tribute to my ancestors, no matter how bad it is, I have to light an incense to worship and burn some paper money to pay respects; When it's time for dinner, the whole family gets together and has to eat a good meal.

In Sangou's hometown, that meal is generally called eating and dish, which is to mix all the dishes together, cook them in one pot and eat them, and there will generally be some meat dishes, such as pork, salted meat, bacon or something.

Similar to the current family portrait dishes, hot pot, etc., everyone gathers around, taking advantage of the steaming dishes, feasting, so happy, men can order a little wine, take a sip, a year of fatigue, almost can finally take a rest.

In the next Laba Festival, we should eat Laba porridge, which is generally made of rice, glutinous rice, soybeans, mung beans, red dates, peanuts, lotus seeds, chestnuts, etc., mixed together to cook porridge.

Rich people also put peach kernels, pine nuts, longan meat, lychee meat and other precious ingredients, put rock sugar, boiled out sweet silk, and the children drank it in a few sips.

The poor people only do something, and there are many children, and each person only drinks a small bowl, so every time the children feel that it is not enjoyable. Sangou's family is okay, it's okay, and it's not much, but it won't make the child hungry.

However, Mingyue's family will secretly call Sangou and his younger brothers and sisters, and Mingyue and them will eat Laba porridge with longan meat, and they can eat as much as they want.

Generally at this time, Sangou is not polite, he eats a lot of stuffy, and holds bowl after bowl, so he will be laughed at by Mingyue as a rice bucket, and the rice bucket is a rice bucket, what is funny, eat it first and then talk about it.

Later, when I grew up, it seemed that there was no such routine, but Mingyue would bring a jar of sweet laba porridge and secretly stuff it to Sangou, as if ordering, to Sangou to eat it, and Sangou was not allowed to take it home for others to eat.

Sangou pretended to be embarrassed and drank sweet laba porridge, listening to Tiantian's scolding order, his heart was also sweet, and his head was also dizzy with sweetness.

Looking at the three dogs who were eating like dogs, Mingyue couldn't help but laugh dumbly, the three dogs didn't know why Mingyue was laughing, so they looked up in a daze, the porridge on their lips was mush, and they were about to drip on their clothes, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and drank porridge, which was even more ridiculous.

After drinking, Sangou was about to bend his hand to wipe his mouth with his sleeve as usual, when he was pulled by Mingyue: "It's really the same as a dog, it's so big, and it's not hygienic, give it, take it and wipe your mouth." Mingyue said, taking out her handkerchief and giving it to Sangou.

Sangou took the clean and beautiful handkerchief, and was reluctant to use it to wipe his dirty mouth, looking at the eyes of Mingyue Supervisor, he had to wipe it a few times.

"Just wiped it?"

"Well... Well..."

"Cut!" Sangou's handkerchief was taken back by Mingyue, Mingyue picked up the handkerchief, and carefully wiped Sangou's mouth clean, and his mouth did not forget to break the thought: "You dirty dog, dirty to death......"

Sangou enjoyed it very comfortably, and couldn't help but grin, but Mingyue scolded again: "Don't laugh, what's so funny?" If you laugh, I won't be able to wipe it. ”

……

Now the three dogs of the military academy are thinking about home and the bright moon; Look up, smile, look at the sky -

Did the clouds of that day have been expected?

That's why the steps are light

so as not to disturb our time

Because it is destined to be so little

The wind blows the white clouds

There you go

Miss you when you are there

Oh look up and smile

I don't know

……

(End of chapter)