The sound of firecrackers outside rang out from time to time, and Su Huan, who was covering his head with a quilt, sat up a little irritably. I thought for a long time with my groggy mind, yes, today is Chinese New Year's Eve.

She glanced at the time, it was eight o'clock, and she had to get up quickly, or someone would come over and go crazy again. Sure enough, as soon as she went to wash up in her pajamas, she heard her father muttering outside, "RNM, no one got up to help me paste the couplet......"

As he spoke, he became more and more angry, threw down the red couplet in his hand and the beaten pulp, and ran into the house again to get people up. As a result, no one paid attention to him, so he kept knocking on the door and shouting.

Su Huan spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and waited for the room to be quiet again, and then went to pick up his brother.

Su Huan's most annoying thing is the New Year, although he can receive New Year's money, but there will be a big quarrel every New Year. This one thinks that he is so busy and has no one to forgive her, and the other thinks that fried meatballs, fried fish, steamed jujube flowers and so on are all women's work, why do they do it themselves. Although it is said that Su Huan will come over every year to help light the stove fire, it should still be noisy, but it is estimated that he is old and reluctant to give up those pots and pans, and no one has thrown anything away in the past few years.

Su Huan felt that it was a pity, how could he change it if he didn't throw it away!

She still remembers that when she was a child, her father threw the pot at home directly into the corner because of a quarrel, and as a result, three legs became two legs, and they didn't leak and could still be used. After a few days, the man who threw it himself carried the pot and went to the electric welding to connect the leg. Su Huan pondered, the leg that was welded was estimated to be much stronger than before.

After the two of them worked hard, they found that the irascible father had just posted two couplets, and he didn't know what he was anxious about?

Because the home is a bungalow, five major styles, plus the original welding house, a total of seven couplets have to be pasted. Two gates and five doors.

The most difficult thing to paste every year is the couplet of the main gate, which is about three meters high, and in front of the door is a general cement slope style. Every time the couplet is pasted at the main door, the ladder must be moved, and then various angles are found to maintain balance. A man was on it, holding a couplet in one hand and a small broom-like thing made of sorghum ears in the other, stained with pulp.

"Isn't it right?" The elder brother asked above, blowing a cold wind.

Su Huan was holding on to the ladder below, but he didn't dare to let go, he looked at it seriously, didn't see any difference, and then replied to him, "Okay, okay, it's okay, it's very positive!" ”

My brother, who was pasting on the wall, was suddenly slapped in the face by a loud couplet "snapping" blowing in the air, and some gold dust was glued.

Su Huan began to wonder, why is it that every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, when the couplet is pasted, there must be a strong wind? And other people's couplets have been pasted on the wall for a year, but they were blown away by the wind the next day. It can't be Feng Shui, right? Then she shivered as she looked at the two small tombs that were lonely in the field next to her.

Finally finished pasting their own couplets with great difficulty, Su Huan and his brother immediately ran to grandma's house, and said that they would help grandma paste couplets, but Su Huan knew that her uncle was at home today and didn't need the two of them, she just didn't want to be at home and enjoy the unique Shura Hell.

Grandma's couplets are good paste, and there are two small door pairs. Su Huan looked at the pulp made by her grandmother who was warm on the fire, and sighed twice.

She thought to herself, what is contrast? That's it! Your own pulp is so thin that you can't say it, and you still expect it to stick for a year? It's enough to last a day!

At noon, I naturally had a meal at my grandmother's house.

Go to the grave in the afternoon, Su Huan doesn't have to go. Because the grave was moved last year, the old man said that within three years of the grave being moved, the woman could not go to the grave. So Su Huan stayed at home naturally, and his brother and the others carried a basket with gold leaf, apples, pork, biscuits, and so on.

According to Grandma, when burning paper, you must draw a circle of paper money or something, so that the grandfather in the underworld can receive it.

Su Huan asked her grandmother, "What if you don't draw circles?" ”

Grandma smiled and said, "Then I will be robbed by the lonely ghosts below!" ”

When I went home in the afternoon, the weather was cold again, and when I spoke with my mouth, I would spit out a long ha. Su Huan always felt as if he was going to breathe fire.

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, my mother moved out the adjusted dumpling filling and made dumplings in the kitchen with Su Huan.

The skin she rolls out is always thick and soft, and when she eats it, she will feel that the dumpling skin is too thick and not delicious. The dumpling fillings are also different every year, but the basic thing is the same - they are all quite salty.

Su Huan likes to make lace dumplings, she thinks grandma's lace dumplings are particularly good-looking, but unfortunately, she has not mastered this skill, lace is lace, it is thin and long, like a slender little mouse.

Turn on the TV and wait for the Spring Festival Gala, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes happy.

I just feel that the Spring Festival Gala in recent years has become a bit more and more boring, Su Huan likes to watch cross talk and sketches, and I really can't appreciate the singing and dancing inside. In recent years, the Spring Festival Gala has always invited a lot of popular stars to sing all kinds of pop songs.

finally reached the sketch stage, but none of her favorite sketch teachers were gone. Even her favorite cross talk can be performed in previous shows.

In Su Huan's heart, it can also be said that in the hearts of the family, the Spring Festival Gala should not be like this. When did it start, the song of the Spring Festival Gala can be a casual song that has long been known to everyone? In their hearts, the Spring Festival Gala should be sacred and mysterious, and everything about it should be new and unprecedented, which makes people have a sense of expectation for it.

Its sketches should be close to people's livelihood, so that people can have a sense of identity with it, just like the previous "Help or Not", funny and truthful.

She saw that her family was still watching, and she was silently eating dumplings. It's all bottomed out, and none of them have coins wrapped in them. I can't help but sigh that I really don't have financial luck.

Early the next morning, every household put up a double ring, full of New Year's flavor.

According to the kind old father, the longer the fire burns on the New Year's Day, the more prosperous the family will be in the coming year. So he always stayed in front of the fire, and added a lot of firewood that could be burned, and burned until it was almost eleven o'clock, and the fire gradually became smaller, and then went out.

Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, after going to the grave, a branch is taken from the cypress tree next to the cemetery to make a fire. My father always took this opportunity to prune the cypress trees in the cemetery.

A new year has begun.

Su Huan and his brother went to their grandmother's house to kowtow to the New Year's money.

Uncle and grandmother were always very generous, a hundred per person.

She still remembers that she once came back from the old home (grandma's house) with her parents, and said on the way, "My uncle and grandmother still give me New Year's money every year!" You two don't say it? ”

That's a lot of implications!

Then the two of them were silent. In the end, his father fumbled around in his coat pocket and took out five yuan and stuffed it for Su Huan.

Su Huan was disgusted for a moment, and then stuffed it to his mother and said, "You can keep it for me!" ”

As soon as my mother stuffed the five yuan into her pocket, she received Su Huan's star eyes asking for money. She was silent for a long time, and then took out the five yuan and stuffed it to Su Huan.

"Here, your New Year's money!"

Su Huan: "......"

looked at the five yuan in his hand with complicated eyes, and then looked at the two unscrupulous parents next to him, and suddenly felt that the two of them were still a natural pair!