After playing mahjong several times, seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, Su Si on the sofa couldn't help but yawn, turned his head and shouted to his parents: "It's almost over, it's almost zero, wait for the countdown!" ”

Su Qingguo applied for rectification, and began to urge again and again: "Hurry up, it's the last one, hurry up, don't miss the countdown." ”

The Su family has been a tradition for decades, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the whole family celebrates the New Year together, pinching the stopwatch to count down and ushering in the Lunar New Year.

The people at the mahjong table pinched the countdown half a minute before the end of the game, and Su Zan finally won a big win, winning a full bowl, and the high-spirited and refreshed Ms. Yin threw a wink.

Lu Fei's wife wanted to shake her husband up from the sofa, but she worked hard for a long time but let him turn over and find a more comfortable position to continue sleeping, she had no choice but to give up.

On TV, the hosts of the Spring Festival Gala have lined up on the stage, ready to start the zero o'clock announcement, the Su family sat up, Ye Wencheng was nervous, and quickly sat up.

“…… Audience friends, the clock is about to ring at zero o'clock, let's count down together to welcome the arrival of the Lunar New Year! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six......"

…… Five, four, three, two, one!!

"Happy New Year!" The sound of joyful blessings came from the scene of the party on TV.

"Happy New Year!" The host and guests in front of the TV cheered.

Su Si sniffed, grinned and asked, "Sister Parents, where is my New Year's bag?" ”

"How old are you? Do you want to press the New Year's bag? Suzan rubbed his hair.

Su Qingguo clapped his palms, his eyebrows stretched, his eyes were full of emotions and waiting to be expressed, he sank slightly, and then said loudly: "Welcome the New Year, send the remnants, the pot fire, the bamboo roars, keep the New Year's feast, drink and slaughter Su, and replace the old peach charm with a new peach charm!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the big and small ones of the Su family followed closely and said, "The old peach talisman is replaced by a new peach talisman!" ”

When the words fell, the hostess of the Su family and a pair of children hugged each other intimately with a smile and bent eyebrows, and the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year was thick and long in this small family.

Lu Fei's wife's eyes widened, and her tone was surprised and admiring: "Oh, what kind of link are you?" Is there anything special about these words? Sounds strange and learned. ”

"Oh, brother and sister, don't you know, this is a talk passed down by Lao Su's family year after year, your old Lu spent the New Year in Lao Su's house when he was young, and he should have heard it, maybe he also shouted it together!" Yin Qiuhua explained with a smile.

Lu Fei's wife nodded suddenly, and then turned around and patted her husband who was not angry and was still asleep, which made Yin Qiuhua and Su Si laugh.

"Hey, let's eat an orange, I'll be ready to wash and sleep in a while, and there will be nothing to see after this party." Su Zan sat down next to Ye Wencheng and handed him a peeled orange.

Ye Wencheng's face looked whiter than others under the warm light, his eyebrows and eyes were faint, if you look closely, you will find that there is an unknown flickering light under the eyes, like a candle flame in the dark night, swaying. His hand was naturally on his knee, and he didn't take the orange, as if he hadn't even heard Su Zan's words.

"Wencheng? What are you doing in a daze? Suzan stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Homesick?" ”

After a while, Ye Wencheng finally came back to his senses, smiled slightly and briefly, and as a result, the peeled orange was stuffed into his mouth one by one, and he said vaguely: "Well, I miss my third uncle a little." This orange is so sweet. ”

Su Zan hugged his arm and leaned in: "Let's go see his old man in the third year of junior high school!" Or go in the second year of junior high school, okay? ”

Ye Wencheng turned his head slightly, stared at the pair of eyes that were close at hand, and replied in a low voice: "Okay." ”

No one noticed that there was a chill in his lowered gaze, and the hand he placed at his side was lightly clenched into a fist, and then released as if nothing happened, and his gaze was fixed on a certain spot on the ground.