Time "tick-tick-tick-" walked forward, and unconsciously Xiang Yang and Nuan had been chatting for more than an hour.

Until.

Sunflower: Nuan Nuan, my family is going to post couplets, and I'm going to help (hugging expression)

Give me warmth: Go ahead, go, I just happened to go out to help my parents (hugging expression)

After the two said goodbye to each other, Nuan Wen opened the gallery of their phones and flipped through the photos of the two one by one.

Rewind the time, at first it was Xiang Yang with a cold face, then a photo of scissor hands together, and now it is a photo of the two of them grimacing. There is more and more tacit understanding, and more and more open to yourself.

Looking at the photo warmly, the smile on her face is sweet. It wasn't until I finished flipping through the last photo that I returned to the main page and turned off my phone.

Putting the phone next to the pillow, putting on the shoes, and opening the door.

Comrade Wen Run and Ms. Xu Wanyan in the living room were also sitting leisurely on the sofa.

The sound of the door opening made Ms. Xu Wanyan turn her head, see that it was Nuan who walked out of the bedroom, and then turned her head to look at the clock, and said.

"It's still early, why did you come out so early, let's go to sleep again, it's nothing."

Comrade Wen Run, who was on the side, also turned his head to look at the warmth and smiled.

Wen Wen walked quickly to the back of the sofa, wrapped his left arm around Comrade Wen Run, and his right arm around Ms. Xu Wanyan.

"I'm not sleepy, come out and help the house with window flowers, blessing characters and couplets."

After speaking, he squinted his eyes and smiled, the atmosphere was warm, with a little happiness, and the sunlight outside the window became more and more brilliant.

Ms. Xu Wanyan raised her hand and patted her warm arm, and if she looked closely, she would find that the warm little hand was almost exactly the same as her mother's hand.

It's all with a slight sense of flesh, not the most popular slender fingers, the five fingers are stretched out, and there are a few small meat nests on the back of the hand, which is very cute.

Unlike the fleshy little hands, Ms. Xu Wanyan and Nuan Wen are both slender figures.

In Zhang Yuxiao's words, he has a hundred and one hands, but he has a figure of more than ninety pounds.

The camera turned back, Ms. Xu Wanyan smiled softly at the warmth, turned her head and said to Comrade Wen Run.

"Since Ah Meow has said that he will post couplets or something, then post it now, and concentrate on making dumplings at night."

The family said they would do it, Warm Dad held the couplet, Mom held the chair, and Warm held the tape, and pasted the couplet lively.

The red word Fu is pasted on the door, and according to Ms. Xu Wanyan's standard, it is pasted upside down, which means that it is blessed to my home.

Delicate window grille, stick it on the window, on the refrigerator door, wipe the place to be pasted with a wet rag, and gently put the window grille on it, and it will be tightly adsorbed on it.

From the packaging bag, he took out a few small red cannonball strings, as well as small ingots, and hung them in a conspicuous place on the wall of the room.

After such a small arrangement for a while, the environment of the home has undergone earth-shaking changes, fiery, warm, and full of the atmosphere of the New Year.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the family casually warmed up a little food and cushioned their stomachs.

In the kitchen, Comrade Wen Run is responsible for chopping meat, Wen Wen is responsible for peeling green onions, and Ms. Xu Wanyan is responsible for washing the dishes and chopsticks that have just been eaten.

The sound coming from the "jingle bell" kitchen is like a symphony of free play, symbolizing warmth.

Of course, the reason why he chopped the meat himself instead of using a blender was that Comrade Wen Run felt that the meat he chopped was more fragrant than that of the machine.

The white and chubby green onions are cut into small green onion foam, and the pork belly is also chopped into minced meat, and seasonings such as ginger foam are added to taste, and oil consumption is stirred.

Pour the oil into the pot, pour the mixed filling into the pot after the oil is hot, stir-fry, the fragrance comes out one by one, stir-fry evenly, turn off the heat, take out of the pot, and put it aside for later use.

The kneaded dough is also placed in a basin with a lid to prevent it from drying out.

Three small coins (scalded with boiling water) are ready, the small spoon is ready, the rolling pin is ready, the lid mat for the dumplings (the round lid for the dumplings and slim) is also ready, everything is ready.

Wen Wen was responsible for rolling the dumpling skin, and Comrade Wen Run and Ms. Xu Wanyan were responsible for making dumplings.

Comrade Wen Run wrapped the lace dumplings with complex shapes, while Ms. Xu Wanyan was responsible for making dumplings with simple shapes.

From time to time, Comrade Wen Run also picked up a coin and put it in the dumplings to wrap it in, and the people who eat the coin dumplings will have everything smoothly and good luck for a year, which is a good blessing.

Here, the warm family is warmly wrapped in dumplings and preparing for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. On the other side, Xiang Yang's family is also busy preparing things for the New Year.

"Yangyang, a little further to the right." Xiang Yang's mother, holding the tape, commanded Xiang Yang, who was pasting couplets and horizontal batches.

With fair skin and delicate features, the years have not left too many marks on her face. Different from Xiang Yang's straight nose bridge, her nose tip is small and delicate, and she is 1.62 meters tall, a standard gentle southern woman.

When he speaks, he is also gentle and gentle, which makes people feel like a spring breeze. Among the facial features, the only thing Xiang Yang resembles his mother is a pair of eyes, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes.

Hearing the direction his mother said, Xiang Yang cooperated and moved the horizontal batch.

"Alright, this is it, be careful." Xiang Yang's mother paid attention to the position of the couplet, and after saying it to Xiang Yang, she said to Xiang Yang's father.

"Third child, you hold on a little steady."

Xiang Yang's father nodded, did not speak, but increased the force in his hand.

After pasting the couplet, Xiang Yang's father and mother put the bench and the like back.

Xiang Yang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, chose the best angle at the gate where the couplet was pasted, and took a photo.

After the shooting, I previewed it first, and I thought it was pretty good, so I sent it to Warmth.

Of course, I was making the warmth of dumplings, and the phone was still in the bedroom, and I didn't see the picture of Xiang Yangfa.

Xiang Yang waited for a while, but did not receive a warm reply, and realized that Wen Wen should be busy, or did not take the mobile phone.

I put the mobile phone with the screen off into my pocket, walked in the door, and prepared the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with my parents.

Small red lanterns were also hung on the branches of the trees in the streets, and the trees were covered with layers of colored lanterns.

At the gate of the community, the red lantern is also hung high at the door, and the big golden characters on the couplet are shining in the sunlight, dazzling people's eyes.

Standing at the bottom of the building and looking up, there are fiery red window flowers pasted on every house.

Even inside the elevator, a new poster has been replaced, wishing everyone a happy New Year. Everywhere is lit up, lively and festive.

It's the New Year, and although the previous New Year's Day is approaching, I don't feel much different.

But when the couplets, window grilles, lanterns, and blessing characters are pasted, it really makes people feel it.

It's the New Year.