It's twelve o'clock. Zhong Sheng left the sofa lazily. He straightened the bottle and wiped the sticky wine stains off the floor.

When he came out of the shower, he remembered the heart-shaped cloud he had seen in the morning. I just want to take a closer look.

He looked out the window, but he knew that the sky was clear, and the "heart" had long since dispersed, and there was no trace left. Cut, don't wait a while, so that he can take a photo and send it to the circle of friends, mix onlookers, gossip, and have a lively time. Show his presence.

It's not interesting enough. The thought of him crying to death for this made me feel ridiculous: the old face was lost. Blame yourself.

According to the old rules of the family, Zhong Sheng is ready to go home to reunite with his family today.

If he didn't go back at thirty, his mother would call him tremblingly and ask him why he didn't come home. That's the rule my father made when he was alive: no matter where he is, no matter how busy he is, Chinese New Year's Eve he must come home.

The brothers and sisters in the family all obeyed this rule, and no one broke it. It's just that there is one who will never come back, and that is his eldest sister.

Although my father is gone, this rule is still preserved. At this time, my mother would look forward to the reunion of the family.

The small amount of money she saved in a year, at this time, she was happiest to distribute New Year's money to her grandchildren and granddaughters.

It's just that he didn't have the New Year's money. At this time, his mother always said to him anxiously: "Hurry up, I'll save it for you first, and then give it together." ”

His mother had always lived with his eldest brother. His eldest brother and sister-in-law are very filial to his mother, and their son is about to get married this year.

Headaches and depression after drinking made him sluggish and unresponsive. He was working hard to plan what New Year's goods he would bring home today. When I think about it, I can't think of anything special.

Don't worry about it for now, go to the market and buy whatever you have. He regretted that he was not busy early and panicked at night.

The car, parked downstairs at Xiaolan's house, is going to pick up the car, you may bump into her, what should you say when you see her again? He wondered in his mind. Looking for a reason? Or tell her directly: He is going home for the New Year today?

At this time, there is no more sufficient reason than "go home for the New Year". Let's be honest, it's clearer.

Xiaolan is not a clingy person. Besides, her parents were there too. I didn't have time to hang out with him. If you can't see it, you slip away. Don't make people trouble, it's a big New Year!

After thinking about it like this, I dressed up slightly, changed into clean clothes, looked in the mirror again, and felt okay, so I locked the door and walked downstairs in the direction of Xiaolan's house.

At night, at some point, there was a little snow, and the ground was just white. When people walk on it, their feet slip a little.

He walked cautiously, paying attention to his step, not stepping on the ice, then he had to fall on the ground.

Xiaolan's house is more than three miles away from him, and it can be reached in about ten minutes by foot. When he passed by the bank ATM, he went in and swiped some cash with him.

Although, dizzy, the blessing spell in his mind that "it was your destined marriage in your previous life, and you can't get rid of it" made him feel a little relaxed.

Could it be that this is the rhythm of peach blossom luck? It's not such a comfortable thing, is it? Most of the dreams are reversed, Fang Qing always said so. Cut, don't reverse a good dream, he begged. I don't know to whom.

After a short distance, three or five acquaintances exchanged New Year's greetings and hurriedly waved goodbye. There are many things to do during the New Year, so I don't have time to gossip.

After a while, he came downstairs to Xiaolan. But I saw that "Camry" was wearing a bright red blanket, lying in the sun and dozing. At the moment, there was some emotion in my heart.

I'm afraid I can't say it. looked upstairs, and saw that Xiaolan was looking at him in front of the balcony window.

The two looked at each other. Xiaolan smiled and said, "I guess you're coming over soon, you want to go home?" Do you want to go now? Have you had breakfast? ”

Zhong Sheng said that he got up late, so he would leave now, buy some New Year's goods on the street, and arrive home just in time for the reunion dinner.

Then, pull us up, and go to the street to buy some more things, the Chinese New Year, the supermarket is going to close, don't lack this less that, use it in a hurry. Xiaolan said.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come down." Zhong Sheng took off the Camry's blanket, folded it carefully, and rested it on the front of the car.

"Come up, have some food, and we'll clean up. Come on! Xiaolan warmly invited him.

"Okay." When a woman goes out, it's trouble, he knows. He picked up the blanket and walked upstairs with his head down.

The door was opened by Xiaolan's father, and when he saw Zhong Sheng, he was still a little embarrassed, yesterday, he didn't drink much but was drunk. "Here we go." He said with some awkwardness, turning and walking inside.

Zhong Sheng entered the door, changed into slippers, and saw Xiaolan's mother playing with her little grandson. The little grandson is dressed in new clothes, and he is playful and cute with his grandmother. When she saw him come in, her mother beckoned him and sat down.

Turning his head, he said to his little grandson, "Little dog, who do you think is coming?" Hello uncle, happy new year! The little grandson grinned and showed a few new baby teeth, and spoke indistinctly, not knowing whether he was calling his father or his mother.

"No, no, call uncle. Happy New Year! Grandma corrected and played with the child.

Zhong Sheng was a little embarrassed, touched it in his arms, took out 600 yuan, pressed it under the teacup, and said to Xiaolan's mother: This is the New Year's money for children, and signaled Xiaolan's mother not to squeak. When the time comes, Xiaolan comes out, and it is boring to push and push.

Xiaolan's mother saw him taking out the money and was about to stop him, but when she heard him say this, she said to her little grandson: Thank you, uncle! Wishing you prosperity! Take the little grandson's hand and rub it at him.

"Dad——, it's time for the dumplings, scoop them up and give them to Brother Zhong to eat!" Xiaolan shouted from her room towards the living room.

"I'm scooping it!" Her dad responded in the kitchen.

"Add more sugar!" Xiaolan is still worried.

"Yes, yes!" Her father replied obediently. Holding a large bowl of steaming rice balls, he cautiously walked out of the kitchen.

"Zhong..."He didn't know what to call Zhong Sheng for a while.

"Call me Brother Zhong." Zhong Sheng remembered that he was at the table yesterday, and the left sentence Brother Zhong and the right Brother Zhong were happy, so he said jokingly.

When Xiaolan's father heard him say this, he laughed embarrassedly, shaking so much that the soup in the bowl overflowed. It burned her dad and grinned.

"Just put it on the table, how can you eat so much." Seeing this, Zhong Sheng hurriedly got up and said.

He put down the bowl, retracted his hand and quickly rubbed it. "Eat, it's hot!" Her father said with an embarrassed smile. The two poached eggs in the bowl are blooming like two calla lilies, in the steaming heat.

Zhong Sheng consciously went to the kitchen, took out a small bowl, walked to the table, scooped out a few rice balls from the big bowl and put them in the small bowl, the sweet and fragrant taste went straight to his nose, and his stomach met the taste, and he screamed "grunt". Unpromising! He reprimanded his stomach in his heart.

"Eat both poached eggs, correct the deviation!" Xiaolan's father is very expert in joking.

When Zhong Sheng heard it, he smiled restrainedly, and didn't answer. After all, there are a few little girls in the family who don't know anything. He is more or less a cultural person, he can't talk about it, and he has no skin and no shame.

"You can eat it too." He persuaded Xiaolan and her father instead.

"I can't eat, and the wine hasn't woken up yet." Her dad excused himself.

"Then you're welcome." Zhong Sheng didn't push anymore and enjoyed it slowly. It's so sweet! This man, don't pour half a jar of candy in. He thought unappreciatively.

I drank too much alone last night, and at this time, after a bowl of hot rice balls, I felt dizzy almost better, and my spirits were lifted. The brain is not so dull, and the mood is in place in the happy atmosphere of the new year.

Xiaolan and Hongjuan came out of their respective rooms almost at the same time. Both of them have been carefully dressed up, not to mention that they are really beautiful and lovely. It seems that they are very satisfied with their image, so they dare to come out and appear.

Women are genius painters! Zhong Sheng didn't dare to look at it more, but only praised it in his heart. Women who don't know how to wear makeup really can't go out in this era of face brushing.

"Cousin is pretty, isn't she?" Xiaolan asked drunkly.

"You are both very beautiful! It's hard to tell the difference! Zhong Sheng said sincerely.

"Pick up the nice ones, do you say I'm pretty, or cousin?" Xiaolan obviously didn't understand what he said, so she had to be higher.

The little cousin will not understand, and humbly said that it is the sister who is beautiful, and she is just an ugly duckling.

Yes, yes, yes, Hongjuan she was right. Zhong Sheng echoed his little cousin's words.

When Xiaolan heard him say this, she smiled and asked, "Really?" ”

It's true! Zhong Sheng and his little cousin said in unison.

"Humph! You two fooled me without discussion. "That's what he said, but he smiled sincerely.

"Don't hurry up, the store will be closed in a moment." Xiaolan's mother urged on the side. The little grandson in his arms was already a little sleepy.

Let's go. Xiaolan shouted happily.

Zhong Sheng said goodbye to Xiaolan's father and mother. He realized that he didn't know how to call her father and mother.

I had to say: "Your second elder is busy first, and I'll go over first." Thank you! ”

"Walk slowly!" Xiaolan's father was on the stove, carefully turning the lo-mei in the pot, and she didn't hurry up and responded.

The aroma of the braised pork is very kind.