On this day, in addition to making rice dumplings, every household also kills chickens and geese, especially all kinds of seafood, which have appeared on the table and become the indispensable protagonist of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

At night, Wen's mother turned on all the lights upstairs and downstairs, which means that life will become more and more prosperous and bright in the coming year. After setting off the firecrackers, the family turned on the TV and waited for the Spring Festival Gala to begin. Before that, Wen's father would take out two decks of poker, and a family of four would have fun playing a few "bullfights", commonly known as "bullfights".

"I'll bet a dollar." As he spoke, Wen Er put 5 yuan in front of him and folded a small corner to represent that it was one yuan.

"No, you have to stake at least five yuan." Wen's father refused Wen'er's request.

"Why not? I'm a kid and don't have that much money. ”

"What about the New Year's money you just collected? Take some out. Wen Shengqin pouted beside him.

"Nope! What if I lose my New Year's money? ”

"I'll bet ten dollars here too." Wen's mother said, and put a ten-yuan bill in front of Wen'er.

"It's better to be a mother!"

"Now I know how good my mother is!" Wen's mother said with a smile.

"Dad, let me ask you a question, when are you going to give the New Year's money?" Wen'er picked up a piece of sesame candy and threw it into his mouth as he pulled out the cards.

"How old do you think you are?" Wen's father asked rhetorically.

"That's definitely the longer the better, hehe~" Wen'er peeled another pistachio, and his hand was not free.

"Then give you marriage, and when you have your own home, you will ask your husband to give you New Year's money in the future."

"Why are you talking so far!" Thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls can't listen to these words that are related to lifelong events, and always feel very far away from themselves, and they are still very shy to talk about them now.

After playing about three or four games, the Spring Festival Gala kicked off in the voices of Zhu Jun, Dong Qing and other hosts. Wen Dad and Wen Mom will go upstairs to sleep until ten o'clock at most, although Wen Shengqin has been lying on the sofa, but he has been holding his mobile phone to send messages to his girlfriend, and he didn't look at it very seriously, and then he simply went back to the room to make a phone porridge alone. In the end, Wen'er was the only one left in the living room to hold on.

On the night of January 25, 2009 in the solar calendar, Wen Er's deepest memory of the Spring Festival Gala probably stayed on Zhao Benshan's sketch "Not Bad Money".

The arrival of the first day of the Lunar New Year means the beginning of a New Year's greeting trip to visit relatives and friends. Wen Er first followed Wen Ma and Wen Shengqin to the house of several uncles to pay New Year's greetings, and several people from several families sat in the house again and ate two reunion dinners.

"Mom, why hasn't my grandmother reconciled with my grandfather?" Wen Er asked Wen's mother in a whisper at the dinner table. Because it has been like this in the past few years, my grandmother is more outgoing and flamboyant, so every time I have a family dinner during the New Year's holidays, my grandmother eats together, and my grandfather will not appear. On the one hand, my grandfather likes to be quiet and doesn't like lively scenes; On the other hand, it is also because he and his grandmother have not been in contact with each other for many years, and the two of them basically do not appear in the same place at the same time.

"Don't be nosy, kid, it's not for you to worry about."

Wen Er stuck out his tongue helplessly, and had to give up.

The day passed quickly, and by the time they rushed home, it was already dark.

In the kitchen, Wen's mother opened a bag of steamed white flour steamed buns that her grandmother had forced over, and such food used to be the pride of her grandmother when she was young. During the period of food shortage, Wen's mother's family was a representative family with enough food and warm clothes, Wen'er's grandmother was very capable and generous when she was young, in addition to pulling her six children, she also made several large drawers of white flour steamed buns from time to time and distributed them to the surrounding people to eat.

In his later years, this old man still can't be idle, and he has all kinds of parents in his heart. No, she secretly hid 300 yuan of New Year's money in the steamed bun bag to Wen'er.

"Mom, you can return it to Grandma when the time comes!" Wen Er didn't expect to refuse the old lady's money in person, and she even had a trick left.

"Well, by the way, ask your dad to post another five hundred, and get together to eight hundred to send to your grandmother." In fact, Wen's mother had already given money to her grandparents at her uncle's house before, but she always thought about the old man's heart, and she had to be more polite than when she came.

Of course, in addition to going to other people's homes to pay New Year's greetings, Wen'er's family also received a lot of relatives and friends from Wen's father's side one after another. No, a cousin who was a year younger than her mother sent two cartons of Wang Tsai milk, two bottles of golden dragon oil and a case of beer.

"Er'er, have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

"Of course not, I'm crushing to death, and only in the last few days can I get my strength out."

Wen Er saw that Wen Ma and her eldest aunt were chatting happily in the living room, so she beckoned her cousin to play in her room.

"Erer, I didn't expect you to have so many stamps!" I saw my cousin open the stamp album that Wen Er had placed at the bedside, and she hurriedly ran over and said:

"Be careful, there are a few stamps in here that are already fragile."

"These look old! Where did you get it from? The cousin touched it with her hand and asked with envy.

"When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I got it in exchange for my classmates."

In fact, there was a period of time when "stamp collecting" was very popular during Wener's study process. It was probably in 2004-2005 that there was a "philatelic fever" in the school, and a large number of stamp lovers emerged in each class, holding a special stamp book, running between desks and classes, constantly looking for people to exchange for their favorite stamps.

In addition, Wener also cut newspapers according to the trend. Every day, with a pair of scissors, I cut out the content of the newspaper that I am interested in, and then paste it on a specially collected notebook so that I can read it at any time later.

"Can you send me some?"

Wen Er expressed frustration at his cousin's request. Because every time this girl comes to the house, she always takes something away, last time it was her beloved doll, and this time she aimed at the stamp.

"Then these two are for you." For the sake of blood relatives, Wen'er had to cut his love and take out two stamps.

"I want a few of these." I saw my cousin pointing to a set of commemorative collector's edition stamps made of gold leaf, "Guilin's Landscape is the World's First".

"No! This is my brother who came back from a trip to give me, and it is a set, and it will be incomplete if you take a few tickets. Wen Er hurriedly refused.

"Don't be so stingy! If you don't give it, I'll ask Brother Shengqin to go. ”

"Then you go and ask him for it, anyway, he has already given me this set, and it is impossible to take it from me." Wen Eryi said righteously.

Wener has always felt that things that are not his own should never be grabbed and fought; But you have to protect your own.

"Okay, okay, the gentleman doesn't win people's love, you can give me the two just now!"

Hearing her cousin's concession, Wen Er quietly breathed a sigh of relief, because if Wen Ma knew, she would definitely let herself take it out "taking into account the overall situation", and she gave out the doll last time, completely ignoring Wen Er's mood.

"Er'er, I heard a secret earlier, do you want to hear it?"

After getting what she wanted, her cousin stopped tossing and sat on Wen'er's bed and fiddled with the dolls.

"What's the secret?"

"About you."

"I don't have any secrets, you can tell me first."

At this time, the cousin quickly moved to Wen'er's side, leaned into her ear, and said:

"I heard my mother say that you are not the biological daughter of the eldest uncle, and the little aunt is your real mother."

After hearing this, Wen Er actually felt a moment of panic and confusion in her heart, but reason made her quickly calm down, after all, she was only facing a child, not the middle-aged women in the town who loved to chew the root of their tongues.

"I know, but so what." Wen Er admitted it calmly, because she knew that the words of an adult were very difficult to overturn.

"You know! When did you find out? My cousin was shocked.

"I've known it for a long time, and besides, even you know, if I don't know, I won't be a fool." Wen Er wanted to sneer when he said it. It seems that the most difficult thing in the world to eliminate is the desire factor of gossip, and relatives are no exception.

"My mom said you definitely don't know, and told me not to say it." My cousin looked very lost.

"I don't care anyway."

Wen Er thinks this mother and daughter are really funny, is this a joke about other people's secrets?

"Xuanxuan, it's time for us to go!" The eldest aunt was downstairs calling out to her daughter in her loud voice.

"Er'er, then I'll go, next time I'll come to your house to play."

"Oh." Wen'er got up to send her out, but thought to himself: It's better not to come next time.