When: January 23rd, 120, 7pm.

It is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve of the lunar calendar.

The old town of S City is more lively than usual.

The crowd is like water, like the lifeblood of a city, injecting fresh vitality into this ancient city.

The end of the year is approaching, and the streets are already full of big red lanterns.

The young men and women who played, wearing thick cotton clothes and holding mobile phones in their hands, kept taking selfies of the bustling neighborhood in front of them.

Of course, there are also many eaters, plunging into the crossroads, bustling snack streets, and dedicating their meager efforts to the otaku and single dogs sitting at home.

What is different this year is that as early as a week ago, a notice was issued.

Fireworks are allowed in various places.

However, it is not allowed to release it privately, but the official unified time and place to start the activity.

This news is simply boiling.

Many people haven't seen anything like fireworks for a long, long time.

Even the older generation can only be described as a documentary, the fireworks are spectacular.

However, for them, the brilliant and fleeting fireworks are more of a sustenance for the memories of reuniting with their families for the New Year.

This year, however, the festive spirit is strong.

But it can't be washed away, the sadness under the festival.

No matter how beautiful the battle report of 25 is, the red casualty figure is still so shocking.

Of the ten families that joined the army, only one or two came back.

Ordinary warriors so.

The children of the family of soul slayers, not to mention that.

There is a family, four children went to war, and finally the four sons returned, but they were holding the ashes of their three older brothers.

This is a fatal blow to a family.

As the Wang family that has invested the most combat power, it is naturally no exception.

The eldest grandson, Wang Yu, was seriously injured.

Even if the injury is healed, the root cause of the disease is indispensable.

The big house has lost three generations of descendants, and the children and grandchildren of the other houses are also dead and crippled.

There is also Wang Qi in the seventh room, who has also disappeared, and there is no news so far.

The entire Wang family was shrouded in heavy sadness.

It is said that after learning the news, the old lady of the Wang family sat alone in the study and did not eat for two whole days.

Even if the heart is like a rock, even if such a result is expected in advance.

But when this day came, the feeling in this old man's heart was like a knife, and it was all his grandson.

Besides, his unfortunate son, the sowing madness of the Wang family, is no longer there.

The three generations of descendants of the Wang family are one less than one who dies.

How could he not feel distressed.

But two days later, two days after everyone was worried about the old lady's body.

The old lady had already reinvigorated himself and readjusted the list of the family's resource ratios.

At the same time, the third and second rooms with a small number of people were combined.

The seven rooms with a large number of people were divided into parts and divided into the names of the large rooms and the four rooms.

Make sure that the resources are averaged as much as possible.

At this time, the old lady of the Wang family, sitting in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky overhead, seemed to be waiting for the fireworks in the early morning.

"Master, Young Master Wang Zhao is out."

At this time, the butler stepped forward and whispered in the ear of the old lady Wang.

"It's out!"

The butler nodded.

"Yes, I brought a lot of things, the doorman said, there are still a few soldiers waiting for him outside the door, it seems that Young Master Wang Zhao is not going to spend the New Year at home this year."

Listening to the housekeeper's words, the wrinkles on the face of the old lady of the Wang family were slightly folded, and under the frost-white hair, the eyes showed a little appreciation.

didn't ask Wang Zhao's whereabouts, but asked the housekeeper: "Do you think that after Xiao Zhao came back, there have been any changes compared to the past?" ”

"This ......"

The housekeeper couldn't figure out what the old man meant, and after pondering for a while, he said, "I'm mature, and I have my own ideas." ”

This answer made Old Man Wang's face smile for a while.

I sighed in my heart: "It's not just maturity!" ”

Smiling, he closed his eyes slightly and became energetic.

The housekeeper stood aside, looking at Old Man Wang's slightly undulating chest, and after making sure that the old man was only asleep, he dared to leave the courtyard in a whisper.

Where did Wang Zhao go?

Actually, it's not far away.

It is in the Xihe District of S City, near the intersection of Xinjie in the old city.

Several warriors followed behind Wang Zhao.

Wang Zhao glanced at the address copied in his hand, and after making sure that there was no mistake, he led the person into the alley in front of him.

The end of the year is approaching, and bright red lanterns are hung in front of the house, pasted with brand-new couplets.

But it's only one in the deepest part of the alley.

The door was locked, and there was nothing on the door.

Through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the faint light in the house, confirming that someone is still living here.

But instead it gives people a lifeless feeling.

In the room, a desk lamp lit up in a dim light.

The two old men, sitting on the sofa, did not say a word, looked lifeless, and even their eyes were full of sadness.

My wife occasionally glanced at the black-and-white photo hanging on the wall, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her wrinkled hands, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Boom ~ Boom."

With a sudden knock on the door.

There was silence in the room.

But neither the old man nor the old lady moved, as if they hadn't heard.

The sound of the clock on the wall, the click...... The sound is moving.

Already seems to be the only sound source in the room.

"咣~咣咣~~"

At this time, the knock on the door came again, and the sound was obviously much heavier than before.

The old lady's brows touched, and she looked up at her wife beside her, but saw that her expression had not changed, and finally sighed, stood up and walked out of the door.

As the door to the room was pulled open, a thin figure stepped out.

"Who!"

The old man looked out carefully through the crack in the door, but in the dim light outside the door, he could only see a few people standing there neatly.

I want to look closely, but my old eyes are dizzy and I can't see clearly.

"It's me!"

At this time, a loud voice came from outside the door, but it made the old man's hand tremble slightly.

He took a deep breath and gently opened the door.

"Buzz ......"

As the gap in the door was slowly pushed open, the old man's cloudy eyes gradually shone with a charm of brilliance, and he looked at the young men in military uniforms in front of him, and was about to speak.

But he saw Wang Zhao take a step back, stand with several soldiers behind him, and shouted in unison: "Mom, I'm back to eat dumplings!" ”

The sound is as loud as a bell.

But it was more like a ray of sunshine, shining into the old man's cold heart.

When the neighbors heard the commotion, they opened their doors one after another, and took advantage of the lights of their houses.

I saw Wang Zhao and his entourage of several soldiers, standing on the goose feather snow.

Facing the front, Lao Panjia shouted again: "Mom, we're back!" We are the brothers of Pankey, you are our mother, and we are back to accompany you for the New Year! ”

Saying the salute of Qi Brushing and Brushing instantly made the old woman's eyes moisten.

"Don't, kids, come in!"

As she spoke, the old woman hurriedly turned around and shouted to her wife in the room, "Old man, come out quickly, children...... The kids are back! ”

The old woman held back the tears in her eyes and beckoned her wife to come out quickly.

Wiped his hands restlessly on his apron, and looked at the door of his house without even a couplet, let alone dumplings.

Nervous speech for a moment is not good: "You ...... This...... The family hasn't had time to cook yet......"

"Mom, it's okay, let's come!" Wang Zhao stretched out his hand to support the old woman's hand and waved his hand: "Work!" ”

Suddenly, the soldiers behind them immediately began to take out the couplets, lanterns, flour, pork and other materials they had prepared.

Get busy.

Not long after, two red lanterns were hung in front of the gate of the Pan family.

The jubilant couplets have been pasted neatly.

The gate was open and the lights in the yard were turned on.

You can see the figures of several people in the room, as well as the sound of singing and laughing from time to time.

Not long after, I heard a shout from the kitchen: "The dumplings are ready!" ”

The aroma of dumplings spreads.

As the hour hand on the clock falls on the top of 12 o'clock, it emits a clear and powerful chime.

There was a "squeak" in the sky.

A firework boom burst into the sky.

…………

……

"Squeak!! Rumble!! ”

Look at the sky, the brilliant fireworks that explode.

On the port of the pier.

The old man on the wonton stall gradually raised his head with the fireworks.

Looking at the colorful sparks in the sky, I can't help but look back at the cart, and the black and white photos placed in the canopy.

It's just that unlike before, there were only photos of his wife here.

And today, in addition to his wife, there are photos of two people.

One is the eldest and the other is the fourth.

"You see, we won, we won......"

As the old man spoke, he suddenly felt his nose sore.

But at this moment, in front of the originally empty table, I don't know when, there were two more figures.

The two of them sat on chairs, their whole bodies covered with black robes: "Uncle, two bowls of wonton, one bowl without chopped green onions!" ”

The old man was stunned for a while, and then nodded slowly.

Begin to lift the lid and start the wonton.

"Uncle, it's so late, aren't you going back?"

Concerned inquiries came from under the cloak.

"It's good to go back alone, my family, all here, to watch the fireworks with them, it's good........."

As the old man spoke, his eyes always glanced at the person who didn't want green onions, and asked rhetorically: "What about you, so late, don't you have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at home, and come here to eat wonton?" ”

"It's even more beautiful here!"

I saw the cloak opened, revealing Ding Xiaoyi's face, pointing to the fireworks blooming overhead, and smiling at the old man.

The other person next to him also pulled the cloak on his head.

It's just that what was revealed was an unfamiliar cheek, which made the old man stunned, and finally nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, you can see it more clearly here." ”

The three of them raised their heads and looked at the fireworks one after another above their heads, which gradually faded under the extremely brilliant light.

There was a faint smile on their faces.

It's just that when the fireworks went out, the old man was suddenly stunned and found that Ding Xiaoyi and the two didn't know when they had left.

This made him scratch his head and look back at the black-and-white photograph in the canopy.

"Old man, it's really old man, I don't know when people will leave, wait a minute, it looks like I'm going to accompany you soon."

The old man began to put away the dishes and chopsticks.

But at this time, he was surprised to find that next to the bowl, that is, the guy who didn't want green onions, was in the position.

I actually left a glass bottle.

When he saw the small pale blue pill in the glass bottle, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he jumped to the top of the telephone pole in front of him in three or two steps, and his eyes swept around.

It's just that to his disappointment, even if he searched carefully, he never saw the shadow of the two of them.

"Is that you? Fourth!! ”

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, the old man had a strong intuition, but in the end, after a quick search around, he had to give up and continue the pursuit.

I could only silently put away the glass bottle, looked at the black and white photo of Old Man Chen in the canopy, and said in my heart: "Maybe...... This is also a kind of reunion! ”