His mother, who was leaning on the edge of the bed and squinting and dozing off, opened her eyes when she saw him come in and asked him, "Why didn't you go out to see them set off firecrackers?"

"No, it's good to have a big brother and they can watch it, I'll sit with you for a while."

Zhong Sheng saw that his mother was not sleeping, so he beat his spirits and replied easily.

"You're arguing with Feng Ming again?" His mother looked at his stiff face and knew that he had drunk too much again.

"No, what about teasing them, why are you so strict about the New Year? This man has to be easy-going, he can't let go anywhere, don't people look down on you? He seemed to be quite reasonable, explaining his own actions.

"Then it shouldn't be at this time to let the two of them quarrel, you are a brother, you have to be a brother." The old lady was reproaching him.

"Hey, hey!" He laughed dryly. "Feng Ming's cautious eyes always think that we look down on Qian Gengsheng, when is it, what can we do if we look down on and look at it?" Zhong Sheng said disapprehantly.

"Qian Gengsheng is not bad, he is a little older, but he is good to Feng Ming, the little girl baby has to be the same, the family is harmonious, isn't this okay. What else do you want people to do? In the future, don't pick on right and wrong. Do you hear that? The old lady looked at Zhong Sheng and said lovingly.

"Well, I know, don't worry about it, I know." Zhong Sheng sat beside his mother and obediently agreed.

Seeing him so obedient, his mother stopped saying anything. "Tonight, you're not going back, are you?" Mom asked, touching his face.

"Don't go back, accompany your old man." Zhong Sheng lay beside his mother, feeling a little sleepy, maybe the alcohol was making noise, and his eyes were almost open.

"That's it, you see how lively this big family gathers together, you go back, one person enters the door, one person goes out, Leng Qiu is indifferent, stay a few more days, everyone talks together, and the mood is different." Mom persuaded Zhong Sheng.

"It's nothing, there are many people and there are many people, and there are few people and there are few people and there are few quiet." He closed his eyes and spoke to his mother.

"By the way, how are you and that show girl? I heard that the eldest brother said that you are in contact! What do you think of her? Her mother said that she was arrogant, more neat than when she was a child, and she was also beautiful, and she hadn't seen her for so many years, when would she bring it back, and I would take a look? As soon as my mother said this, she immediately became energetic.

"Oh?" Zhong Sheng was a little surprised that the eldest brother would lie to his mother like this. He didn't know how to answer. He said vaguely, "Wait a while." This kind of thing everyone has to think about and consider. ”

"yes, it's not as good as back then, when you... It wouldn't be like this today. I always felt that this was something you owed in your last life, and she was only an hour younger than you. How can it be such a coincidence?" The mother is hinting at the collusion of fate, as if everything is providential and cannot be changed.

Hearing his mother say this reminded him of the words of the blind old man. Just jokingly said: Just an hour away? It must have been an appointment between the two of them to come down together.

Because, she had to go to the bathroom halfway, and she was an hour late, and this mortal world was big enough, and she couldn't find the north at once, so she found it for a while. He's comic about the fictional story between them, and that look like he's telling a joke.

Her mother listened very carefully, and since her father's death, she listened to these bizarre stories and believed them. "Don't believe it, maybe that's the case!"

"When my father was 60 years old." Mother began to tell her old stories again. That's the story that their siblings grew up hearing from childhood.

It was one morning N years ago. And her father, when he called the four of them together, said to the eldest that there was a mattress under the orange tree behind the house, and that he would sleep there at night, for it was very hot in the house, and it was cool there.

The eldest son in the family was not yet sixteen years old, and he felt strange when he heard his father's arrangement. Under the orange tree was the resting place of their mother.

But it was a once big family, and the family was strict, and no one dared to disobey his father's words.

After speaking, her father went out to work under the supervision of others, and was not allowed to come back at noon. In the middle of the morning, there was a sudden thundershower, lightning and thunder!

The thunder was like the sound of her grandfather beating the offering table when he was angry. Boom! Boom! Tight and cluttered. But after a while, the sky cleared, as if nothing had happened.

When she was delivering food, she saw a group of people looking around from a distance. When he saw her coming, a kind man said, "O iniquity!"

When she walked inside, she saw her father lying pale in the cotton field, already stiff. "It was a thunderbolt who killed him." An old man in the village, said blandly.

She only remembered that the cotton was blooming big and wide, white and overwhelming. Others, I can't remember anymore.

Her father lay under the orange tree as he wished. Since then, the oranges bloom earlier than other people's houses every year, and the fruits are very sweet.

"Your grandfather reads a good book, writes well, is a very literate, tall and tall man, no one likes it." The mother was immersed in the memories of the past.

This story is actually very sad, and when I listened to my mother when I was a child, it was difficult to silence it.

Now, time has passed, and everything has become dull.

That tall and tall ancestor, Zhong Sheng seems to have seen it, but he can't remember it anymore. May he bless this family with a safe season! He prayed silently.

"Mom, it's all over, don't mention it again. Thank them for the suffering they have endured for the inheritance of our bloodline! ”

"Yes, tomorrow you can burn some paper." Mother wiped her eyes and arranged.

"Okay, I'll go early tomorrow morning!" Zhong Sheng agreed and helped his mother lie down.

I was drowsy and was pushed out of the clouds by my mother's words. Tossing and turning, difficult to close eyes. In the living room, there is the sound of laughter from time to time. He took his phone and glanced at the time, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The screen was not yet dark, and the phone rang again, and the screen was lit up again, and the ringtone was particularly harsh in the night. "Maserati." The caller's name is displayed on the screen. Could it be that she is also a night owl?

Zhong Sheng hurriedly lowered the volume, let the phone ring, got up and went to the living room, and saw that the little ones were watching TV, staggering. So he went out and scratched the phone.

"Hello?" Respond quietly.

"Happy New Year, Wishing you prosperity!" As soon as I connected it, I heard the magical voice on the other side. "It's me!"

"I know it's you!" Zhong Sheng returned. "Happy New Year, all the best." Greeting each other for the New Year.

They asked him what he was doing. He said, what can this black light do, can't he go outside for a snowball fight?

When the other party heard this, he giggled and said to him, "I'm picking wild fruits now, but not in the forest, but in the farm." The fruit here is so sweet that you haven't seen it before.

"What time is it, you tell me the taste of fruit I haven't seen before, or else, take your legendary travels every day. Write it on Weibo, I will read it carefully. He was laughing at her.

"It's not too late, it's only past 1 o'clock in the afternoon! Oops, look at me! As if she remembered something, she suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Yes, it's not too late, until next year!" Zhong Sheng snorted and said.

Late at night, the moonlight is hazy, and a few dog barks dotted the silence. He felt a little cold, shrunk his head, and wanted to get into the house.

At the thought of her big black eyes, blinking mischievously and talking to him, he couldn't help but tremble a little in his voice.

On the other side, I seemed to hear the squeak of snow on his side, so I asked him where he was, and he said, "Celebrate the New Year with my mother!" Listening to her call, I was afraid that it would affect people, so I ran outside the door to answer.

On that side, he said that he was really a two hundred and five, this number of nine cold days, running outside the door to answer the phone, he was really impatient, hurry back to the house! Uncle! The body is important. She seemed to remember where she was, but she blamed him backwards.

Cut, if it weren't for a five-hundred-and-a-half, late and midnight call, he wouldn't have been too lazy to go out, who doesn't know the warmth in the bed. He thought to himself. But he said, it's okay, get used to it. In the moonlight, against the cold, he insisted on listening to her.

She said it was very hot in her place, and now the sun was shining. When I came out, I saw the fiery Chinese knot in the hotel lobby, and I thought of calling him to say hello. As he spoke, he smirked embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter, you've been out for a long time and you've forgotten what year it is, understandable. When will you be back? He asked her lightly.

Around March, she said, the visa expired. He also explained that she was a business passport and not a tourist.

And he said, "Oh, that's right." He thought she was on a tour. How to go to Africa again and again to do something, a woman's home, how dangerous.

"It's not as dangerous as you think!" She has a few friends there who take good care of her and will be fine. "Are you alright?" She asked.

"I'm still the same, nothing serious!" He replied blandly.

They said, it's okay, don't we ordinary people just want to be safe? She is going to visit some poor children in China with a few friends in China today, and she is about to get on the bus. "Thank you for everything you've done for me, come back, and talk about it."

"Who the hell are you?" He took advantage of the fact that she hadn't cut the line yet, and hurriedly asked.

Over there, I didn't seem to hear it, and the line was hung up.

Yes? Zhong Sheng stared at his phone, "This has a beginning and an end, as soon as you ask a key question, you will pretend to be stupid, this call in the middle of the night will not be as simple as gossip."

must be suspicious of what she arranged, did it do, and it is difficult to say clearly, make a phone call to remind you, and if you don't do it, do it quickly. That's what it means, right? He was pondering her thoughts.

"Spirits! Am I that unreliable? It's not a hairy boy! He defended himself in his heart.

"It's still possible... She won't miss me, will she?" When I think about it like this, I feel a little feverish, like many people are looking at him.

Cut! Think about it, that's her right. He argued for himself. Standing in the moonlight, thinking endlessly in my heart, I forgot about the cold.

Ahh Grandma is a bear, it's so cold! He immediately retracted his thoughts, grabbed his phone and walked back to the house.

Enter the house. The TV was still on, and the little ones could already afford to sleep. My sister-in-law was carrying the quilt and the blankets were covering her body one by one.

When I saw him come in, I was surprised: "In the middle of the night, you ran out?" Wear this? I heard someone sneezing outside, and I thought I heard it wrong, but I didn't expect it to be you! ”

"Upset stomach." He took a lie and walked inward. "There's a bathroom." The sister-in-law looked at him in disbelief and said nothing.

"Whose phone? In the middle of the night, I still ran out to pick it up, isn't it cold? Mother asked when she heard him come in and turned her back to him.

"A friend's, New Year's greetings! You haven't slept yet? He asked with some trepidation, trying not to disturb his mother, but he still woke her up.

"You're tossing and turning there, baked cakes, how can I sleep? San'er! I've been thinking about some things, I can't do it if I don't accept my fate. The mother didn't know what else she thought of, and said to him with a lot of emotion.

"What's it that makes you so profound?" He asked curiously.

"Let your sister-in-law go to her brother's house tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings, she should be back, her mother is here with his brother." Mother said to herself.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, you can rest, I won't quarrel with you." Zhong Sheng felt a little cold and shivered in the bed.

"Well, tomorrow!" When the mother said a word, she stopped talking.