Ye Nanshan was a southerner when he was on earth, and he did not have the habit of eating dumplings during the New Year, and today's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at home was very rich, and Wutong ate two people and made a table of eight dishes.

Before eating, Ye Nanshan also lit a long firecracker, crackling for a while, blowing up the yard slowly fragmented red paper wrapped in firecrackers, which is also a custom on earth, Chinese New Year's Eve before dinner to hang a firecracker.

At night, Ye Nanshan did not sleep with Wutong as usual, but found an old iron basin, lit a charcoal fire, and sat on the vigil.

Wutong is probably used to sleeping with the warm baby of Ye Nanshan at night, Ye Nanshan is not there, she has not fallen asleep for a long time.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?" Wutong got up and walked to Ye Nanshan's side.

Ye Nanshan smiled: "Vigil." ”

Wutong: "It's also a custom in your hometown?"

Ye Nanshan nodded.

Wutong: "It's so much. ”

Ye Nanshan smiled and did not answer.

Ye Nanshan tried his best, in this world, try to live the same as on the earth, nothing more than a kind of sustenance to the earth, although because of the sycamore, because of the wonder of this world, Ye Nanshan does not want to go back, but after all, it is his hometown, how can there be no homesickness, but, no matter how arranged, in this world, there is still some less New Year's flavor.

Wutong reached out and picked up a piece of burning red charcoal from the brazier with his bare hands, and held it in his hand to play, "It's so warm." ”

Ye Nanshan was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that Wutong was not burned at all, he asked in surprise: "Aren't you afraid of being hot?"

Wutong: "Hey, I didn't tell you, I'm a fire phoenix? ”

"Ahh "Ye Nanshan really didn't know that the original phoenix was also divided into attributes, and he didn't know that the sycamore was a fire phoenix, but he knew that the sycamore had a fire method, and when he was cooking at home, when the sycamore helped to burn the fire, it was usually a little spark burst out of his fingertips, and the firewood was burning.

"Hmm... Fire Phoenix, aren't you more afraid of water?" Ye Nanshan asked.

Wutong snorted and said, "Well, a little bit, I don't like water very much." ”

Ye Nanshan glanced at Wutong and said, "Then why do you rush to wash the dishes every day." ”

Wutong said: "You do the rice, you can't do all the work at home." ”

When Wutong spoke, he also looked at the burning red charcoal fire in his hand, and in the stunned gaze of Ye Nanshan, Wutong put the charcoal fire to his mouth, sucked it, and the fire source in the charcoal fire was sucked into Wutong's mouth.

Smacking his lips, Wutong said: "It's not delicious, it looks so much like a red date." ”

Ye Nanshan was stunned, and casually took a wedding plate of jujube and cinnamon from the table next to him and handed it to Wutong, "Eat this." ”

Wutong looked at the happy plate, his face was slightly flushed, but he didn't say anything, took the happy plate, took a red date and stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

In the house burned a charcoal fire, understand the science of Ye Nanshan, in order not to carbon dioxide poisoning, the door of the house has been open, outside the house, I don't know when it snowed, the snow is quite big, one by one, such as catkins and goose feathers.

Ye Nanshan and Wutong sat next to the brazier, and they didn't find any topics, they chatted casually with or without a match, and Wutong's mouth never stopped, and they ate three happy plates in a row.

"I'm a little sleepy. "The sycamore is probably full, and sleepiness has come up.

Ye Nanshan looked at the time, and before he knew it, it was already late at night.

"Go to sleep when you're sleepy. Ye Nanshan said.

Wutong looked at Ye Nanshan and asked, "What about you, aren't you still sleeping?"

Ye Nanshan: "I don't sleep, you go sleep." ”

What do you sleep, you have to keep a vigil to get a rooster to crow, and then open the door of wealth.

"Cold. Sycamore said.

Ye Nanshan was surprised: "The fire phoenix is still afraid of the cold? It's okay to be afraid of the cold, the attribute has nothing to do with the body feeling, if it's cold, bake it for a while, and then go to sleep when it's warm. ”

Ye Nanshan probably sucked too much carbon dioxide from the charcoal fire, and his brain was broken, and he became a straight man of steel and titanium alloy in minutes.

Wutong looked at Ye Nanshan and muttered softly, "Idiot." ”

As he spoke, Wutong stood up, took away Ye Nanshan's hand on his lap, and then sat on Ye Nanshan's lap, shrunk into his arms, reached out and hugged his neck, leaned his head against Ye Nanshan's arrow, closed his eyes, and said, "I'll just sleep like this." ”

Ye Nanshan reacted, hugged some sycamores tightly, and Wutong leaned on his shoulder, Ye Nanshan turned his head and lowered his head slightly to kiss her red lips.

With a light peck on Wutong's lips, Ye Nanshan said softly: "Sleep, I'll hold you." ”

Sycamore: "Forty-seven. ”

Ye Nanshan was stunned, a little speechless, why do you remember this debt so clearly?

......

Wutong slept very soundly in Ye Nanshan's arms, Ye Nanshan looked at the heavy snow outside the window, and sat by the brazier with Wutong in his arms, and he didn't feel bored.

At about four o'clock in the morning, I finally heard the sound of chickens crowing in the distance, Ye Nanshan lightly carried the sycamore back to the bed, covered the sycamore with a quilt, thought about it, Ye Nanshan rubbed two small cotton balls, and gently stuffed it into the ears of the sycamore.

Well, he's going to do something that's not kind to the world.

I don't know what kind of mood the people of the other world feel when they hear the endless sound of firecrackers at three or four o'clock in the morning on the first day of the new year.

"I'm sorry. Ye Nanshan whispered to himself, and lit the trombone 'full red' brand firecrackers that were coiled into a figure 8 with a total of 22,222 sounds.

"Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt"

The sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded, and the sound spread in all directions, and countless people who were sleeping were awakened by the endless sound of firecrackers.

"Neurotic!"

"Look for death!"

"What a son of a bitch!"

"Bastard, don't let me know who's doing it!"

"Why is Brother Nanshan like this, I have to talk about him tomorrow. ”

"Damn! How long is this firecracker!"

"Why don't you let people sleep!"

It is said that on the first day of the new year, you can't scold people, you can't say swear words and unlucky words, but on this big night, at four o'clock in the morning, it disturbs people's dreams, and people can't help but burst into foul language.

More than 20,000 firecrackers are finally finished, the whole world seems to be quiet, Ye Nanshan lit incense, worshiped the Quartet, in front of the house and behind the stove, also worshipped, inserted a stick of incense, tossed a circle, from the east of the earth, China Jiangnan area, the solemn and mysterious ceremony of the New Year was finally completed.

As soon as he returned to the house, Ye Nanshan saw Wutong sitting on the edge of the bed, gritting his teeth, and looking at him with a resentful expression.

Ye Nanshan laughed embarrassedly: "Wake you up, it's over, it's over, let's go to sleep." ”

Wutong flattened his mouth slightly, glared at Ye Nanshan, then retracted into the quilt, lifted the corner of the quilt where Ye Nanshan was sleeping outside, and said, "Come up." ”