"Ahh Babble!" Bai Jing's little hand twisted the pink and white marshmallow, babbling in her mouth, Xin Xiaoluo knew that she must like to eat, and made a sound to indicate that she was very satisfied.

"Oh haha, Frost, my sister brought more than just marshmallows. I didn't find the pork shop and shredded squid or something, it seems that I accidentally finished eating it in the car, and I will send you a few boxes of snacks when my sister comes home in the future!" Xin Xiaoluo embarrassedly stroked the long bangs in front of her forehead, and she searched for each pocket in her school bag, and there were only two bags of marshmallows.

"Now my sister will charge the phone bill, and I'll teach you to play games later!" As soon as the phone bill was charged, the bank immediately sent a short message: the remaining amount of your bank card is 250 yuan, "Asi! The winter vacation depends on these 25 degrees! Frost, you see, there are a lot of games here, decryption, guessing things, beating bad guys, running away, which one Frost likes to play, if you don't understand, look for your sister!"

The little hands pushed the mobile phone that Xin Xiaoluo handed her, and the bulging little face said that she refused to play mobile games, "What's wrong?" Don't want to play? That sister is singing and listening!"

When Christmas comes to town, the cute foreign children interpret the wishes of the children who wish to receive gifts from Santa Claus in the voice of the pure vacuum spirit.

This song accompanied Xin Xiaoluo every Chinese New Year's Eve, whenever he heard this song, Xin Xiaoluo could always wait in his dreams for the white-bearded grandfather, who flew in from the window with a big red and white bag on his back, and quietly stuffed the long-prepared gift into the pillow. On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, she touched the pillow, and there was always a big red envelope hidden underneath. When I was a child, it was really strange, I always thought that Santa Claus secretly sent it, and when I grew up, I realized that it was my parents who kept Chinese New Year's Eve, and it was plugged while she was asleep on the eve of dawn.

Frost seems to have been intoxicated by the beautiful singing, and the sound that can't come out of her mouth doesn't affect her humming, and at the age of six or seven, she can't say what she wants to express, how lonely it must be!

Xin Xiaoluo touched her pigtails, "Frost likes this song, doesn't she?" It doesn't matter, Frost will definitely sing better than them in the future! When my sister is rich, make a record for Frost and let the world hear your voice!" Xin Xiaoluo has a dream of a rich woman, and she doesn't know which day it will come true.

Where does the little frost understand what the record means, singing and humming in her throat, hoarse and whispering, and her shallow expression of loss also yearns.

I lived in the countryside for a few days, hoping for the stars and the moon and finally waiting for the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve. In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. The firecrackers boomed, waking Xin Xiaoluo up from her dream, putting on the big red jacket that her mother bought for her, bringing a Santa Claus version of a red hat, and a pair of red boots, she herself felt that she was particularly festive. After finishing herself, she tied Nezha Xiaoshu to Xin Shuang, who got up early to find her, and tied a red wide ribbon, which is really like living Nezha in the world. The two of them, one big and one small, jumped down the stairs stupidly, and gave the busy grandparents a big bear hug.

The old-fashioned tiled house is particularly clean and tidy today, the tables and chairs are neatly arranged, and each door is pasted with big red couplets, and the door god guards one side, serious and joyful. The snow outside the yard was still completely melting, and the clumps of slag and ice on the firewood were covered with ice, and the sun was still high and the cold air was still not reduced, and Xin Xiaoluo couldn't take out his pocket.

"Oops! I'll go! Which kid threw snow into my neck? Xin Xiaoluo stomped his feet, and then walked towards the ancestral hall of Shangyang Village, and a snowball entered his neck.

The culprit is the little boy hiding behind Xin Xiao, with a small bald head, a handful of hair in the back, and the little fart who is not wearing a hat is not afraid of the cold, wearing a milk children's jacket, his body is half smaller than Xin Shuang, and he actually fell to Xin Xiaoluo's head.

"Little brat, has the bear come to me? See how I clean you up!" Xin Xiaoluo chased him behind viciously, and the little boy was so frightened that he ran away with his short legs.

"Ahh It can be seen that the little boy is really scared, his running speed is not bad, how can Xin Xiaoluo really bully him, just scare him. I'm almost nineteen, and I can't see it like a little hairy child. Say she's a witch? Not bad either! She is not Snow White's material, and she has a lot of poisoned apples.

The ancestral hall of Shangyang Village is built more inclined to be ancient, and the ancient plaque at the gate gives people a sense of grandeur. The strong smell of candles wafted from the inside to the outside, Xin Xiaoluo hesitated when she first entered the door, she had been here when she was a child, but she was refused to enter, at that time the adults said that women and children could not enter, today grandpa specifically told her that she could go in, and the family rules had been revised a few years earlier.

Walking into the ancestral hall, it seems that you can appreciate the ancient village culture, the architectural design is unique, the mahogany columns are solemn and mighty, the carvings are exquisite and profound, the gatehouse hall is scattered, and the courtyard trees are elegant and tangible. The main hall is dedicated to the ancestors of the past dynasties, and the incense burner and candles are vigorous, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

Xin Xiaoluo walked around and became more and more fond of Shangyang Village, the folk customs are simple and the nostalgia is comfortable.

The taste of the New Year in the countryside lies in the gathering of everyone, the elderly and women prepare the annual Chinese New Year's Eve dinner for their families returning to their hometowns, and the New Year in the city is more likely to invite relatives and friends to celebrate a meal in a hot pot restaurant, which has its own taste and enjoyment.

At seven o'clock in the evening, everyone in the Xin family was on the table, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside shook the sky, Xin Xiaoluo always felt that the roof would be blown over, and his heart trembled while drinking Coke.

Chicken soup, braised fish, beef, soft-shelled turtle, golden cake, steamed buns, fried noodles, plum cabbage button pork, sauce elbow, bacon sausage and other dishes are all childhood favorites. Before getting off the chopsticks, Xin Xiaoluo picked up the Coke cup and said to his grandparents: "The new year is coming again, my grandparents live in the East China Sea, Shoubi Nanshan, healthy and healthy, all the best!" I wish you all good luck and a fortune soon!"

"Haha, Xiaoluo studies hard, makes a fortune in the future, and takes his grandparents to travel, your grandfather has wanted to go to Beijing and the revolutionary homeland for a long time." Grandma Xin said with a smile to her lovely granddaughter.

"Oh, you're so old, where are you going! She doesn't have much time for a child, and I don't know if she will come to the countryside in the future!" The aunt made an inappropriate sentence and poured a basin of cold water on the old man.

"Okay, okay, grandparents, as soon as you graduate, Xiaoluo will take you there, so you must be healthy!" Xin Xiaoluo didn't care about what her aunt said, she really wanted her grandparents to be happy, and their wishes were also her Xin Xiaoluo's wishes, I believe that day is not far away.

After eating and drinking, Xin Xiaoluo didn't want to climb into bed so early to watch the Spring Festival Gala, the Spring Festival Gala can be replayed, and today's night can't be repeated. In the afternoon, she went to the small shop next to the ancestral hall to buy a few large bundles of fireworks sticks and lighters, and took Xin Shuang to the entrance of the big village to put them.

When I came to the entrance of the village, I found that she was not alone, many people were chatting at the entrance of the village and setting off fireworks, barreled fireworks can make patterns and words, looking up at the sky at the entrance of the village, the colorful fireworks were shocking, she thought that this was the year she was looking forward to!

Divide the fireworks sticks, "Frost, this is a fireworks stick, it's also a fairy stick, you are a little fairy with it, when my sister gives it to you, be careful not to get it on your body and burn your hands!" You can swing them as much as you want!"

The little girl nodded, Xin Xiaoluo lightly lit it for her, she gave up the lighter, and instead used the lighted incense, the lighter was too troublesome.

Waving the fireworks stick in his hand, the black night seems to have color and temperature, the happiness of that moment, no one can describe, watching the light point in the hand constantly changing positions, happy self-knowledge.

After playing for more than an hour, nearly ten o'clock, sending Xin Shuang home to sleep, Xin Xiaoluo groped back to her grandparents' house with the light of her mobile phone, the lantern outside the gate was very bright, she simply turned off the mobile phone light, and her grandparents were still sitting on the bench to keep vigil.

"Xiaoluo is back? Grandpa will be looking for you later, so wash your feet obediently and go lie down!" Grandma said as she stuffed a handful of candy into Xin Xiaoluo's pocket.

"Grandparents, can I stay with you for the vigil? Let's witness the dawn!"

"No, Xiaoluo, go to bed, your parents have been bombarded by us, this is an adult's business, you have a good rest!" The grandparents rejected her suggestion, and it seems that in the eyes of the elderly, the child will always be a child, regardless of age.

"Okay, Muma, Muma, grandparents, you can't catch a cold!" Xin Xiaoluo kissed her grandparents and ran upstairs with a mouthful.

"This kid!" Touching her face, Grandma Xin continued to look at the candle flame beside her, for a long time, her eyes were intent, extremely focused, the two snuggled up, and the years were quiet.

After washing, Xin Xiaoluo couldn't sleep, didn't want to watch the Spring Festival Gala, turned on the phone and kept sliding, all the news of wishing a good New Year. Slipping and slipping, the phone suddenly ticked and ticked!

"Hey, Big Ice! Happy New Year! Hahahahaha!"

"Xiaoluo, Happy New Year!"

"Why did you call? Is it lonely and misses my company? ”

"Haha, yes, the New Year in the city, no taste! I went to the hotel with my parents in the evening to have a meal, the food is really good, the environment is also very good, but I am not happy at all, it seems that I have not passed!"

"You know what? I went back to my grandparents in the countryside for the New Year, I was very happy, I ate a lot of dishes and pastries that I liked to eat when I was a child, visited the ancestral hall, and played fireworks!"

"I envy you so much, I'm alone in the city, and fireworks can only be watched on TV, which is not fun at all!"

"It's okay, next year, come to my grandparents, I'll take you around the village, take you to play fairy sticks, and you'll be so cool!"

"Haha, that's it, Xiaoluo, then you can sleep, I won't bother you."

"Okay, I'm sleepy while chatting, Da Bing wants to be happy, Mo Da!" hung up the phone, Xin Xiaoluo got into the heavy quilt.