Finally, it's time to go home for the New Year, and this year, the two of them did not book tickets with their classmates, but saved the money to buy tickets, and the three of them drove back. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAnyway, there is no charge for high speed during the Chinese New Year, and it will cost you some gas money at most.

As a result, the road coincided with heavy snow in the north, and the three of them were blocked on the highway for three days, hungry and cold, and wiped out all the snacks they were going to bring back for the New Year, and almost starved to death, but fortunately, the People's Liberation Army sent instant noodles.

Ziyang and Lao Wang took the instant noodles handed over by the rescuers, and squatted on the ground with hundreds of "refugees" blocking the road to eat tears, the scene was quite spectacular. After eating, he didn't forget to be grateful, nodded and thanked the PLA uncle for sending noodles in the snow.

Finally the road was opened, and when I arrived home, it was just in time for Chinese New Year's Eve, and it was almost dark, and Lao Wang put Ziyang and Xiaohei at the entrance of the village, and went to his own house in the next village without stopping the fire.

Ziyang's parents were in a hurry, reading the news that there were still many people blocking the road, and they were surprised and happy to see their son - where did they pick up this half-grown son?

Zi Yang told his parents that Xiao Hei was the younger brother of a classmate, the family had a bad car accident, his parents were dead, the classmate was seriously injured and lying in the hospital and was still in a coma, there were no relatives at home, only he was left alive, and he was frightened and couldn't speak...... Anyway, how miserable it can be, Ziyang's mother said straight to tears, and said that the poor child was serving with delicious food and drink, and Ziyang was left out in the cold and no one cared, as if he was picked up.

People say that the process of anticipation is the most beautiful, but after returning home, Ziyang's New Year's mood suddenly cooled down.

As we get older, we lose our taste more and more. The Spring Festival Gala makes people doubt life. Only the dumplings made by my mother can still taste the taste of the long-lost year.

At two o'clock in the morning, a few firecrackers were heard sporadically in the distance. Then the sound became more and more, and after a while, the neighbors also began to set off firecrackers, and the whole night boiled with the sound of firecrackers.

Suddenly there was an explosion in the yard, and Ziyang's father also set off firecrackers in the courtyard patio, Ziyang sat on the kang, surrounded by the quilt, and the earthen kang under his body was hot, and his buttocks couldn't sit still.

Xiao Hei didn't know when he got up, wearing Ziyang's big cotton jacket, wearing Ziyang's cotton gloves, and Ziyang's velvet hat, covering his ears and watching Ziyang's father set off firecrackers, his face was filled with a smile that he had never seen before.

The rumbling sound exploded for an hour or two and finally stopped, Ziyang's father hung two red lanterns on the gate of the courtyard, and the far door was wide open, and after a while, the sound of pedestrians meeting on the street gradually came to greet each other.

According to custom, after the firecrackers are set off in the early morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, the juniors and juniors of the major families in the village will form gangs and go to the elders' homes in groups to pay New Year's greetings and kowtow.

In the living room, Zi Yang's father has hung up the ancestral family tree made of red silk cloth, and the 2-meter-long red silk is densely written from top to bottom with the ancestors of this branch. On the table, pigs' heads, chickens, and fish were offered, and cakes, fruits, and sugar were all on the table, and two red and thick candles were lit in the sky, reflecting the hall red.

After setting off the firecrackers, Ziyang's father shouted Ziyang and kowtowed to his ancestors!

Dad raised the wine glass, sprinkled half a glass on the ground from left to right, raised it and read aloud in his mouth, the ancestors blessed the elderly in the family with good health, children succeed in their studies, crops without disease and disaster, and the days are prosperous, and everything is good and prosperous......

After telling the ancestors, it stands to reason that they should kowtow to the genealogy, but the old Li family abandoned the indecent action of kneeling a few years ago, and changed it to one bow, two bows, and three bows.

Ziyang lazily followed behind and silently recited in his heart, bowing, bless his parents with good health and all the best.

Two bows, I will be lucky in the coming year, and I will succeed in the make-up exam.

Three bows...... I didn't know what to ask my ancestors to bless me, and Su Rui suddenly thought of it in my mind......

Forget it, that's all, the ancestor has received so many blessing applications, and he should be quite busy this year.

Xiao Hei followed behind Lao Li's father and pouted his ass and bowed, and his face was also pious. Thinking of Xiao Hei's appearance of bowing three times and bowing nine times in the temple, Ziyang couldn't help but feel a little more pity for his life experience.

When Grandpa Xiao Hei is here, he should also take him to worship his ancestors, right? They should have a lot of customs in the iron cavalry army, but unfortunately as soon as Huangshan leaves, no one can inherit the tradition.

After worshipping the ancestors, I began to eat the dumplings cooked by Ziyang's mother, Ziyang's mother ate a few pieces of tofu in the dumplings, and said with a smile: Blessed, blessed.

Xiao Hei took out a few coins from the dumplings, and Ziyang's father laughed: Earn a lot of money, make a lot of money.

Ziyang didn't eat anything, thinking that everything had not gone well in the past year, lying on the kang and sulking, looking at Xiao Hei angrily and couldn't help but feel jealous, you make a fart money, you make a fart money!!

After eating the dumplings, Ziyang's mother cleaned up the table, put vermicelli mixed with pork liver, bean sprouts mixed with shredded meat, and dug a plate of pork rib jelly on the coffee table. Ziyang's father took out a bottle of Lao Baigan, two pairs of chopsticks, and two wine cups...... These are for New Year's greetings. When you come, you have to invite people to sit, and you have the right friendship to brag about it together, although you meet every day in the village, but it seems that only on the day of the New Year is the real relatives.

After a while, there was a lot of people at the door, and a large group of people came in to pay their respects.

Before the person arrived, there was a loud voice shouting at the entrance of the hall, "New Year's greetings to the fourth grandmother", although Ziyang's mother is only in her forties, but because of her high seniority, some men in their thirties and forties also have to call her the fourth grandmother. As soon as the leader shouted, everyone in the yard also shouted, New Year's greetings to the fourth grandmother. Most of them are teenagers, and they are the descendants of various families with close relatives.

Ziyang's mother laughed, "Thank you, thank you." ”

The loud voice shouted again, "New Year's greetings to the fourth grandfather," a large group of people roared, and Ziyang's father laughed, "No, no." ”

The loud voice of the leader had already entered the hall at this time, a man in his thirties and forties, still with the cold of the night, Zi Yang's mother beckoned people to come and sit on the sofa.

The man saw Ziyang lying crookedly on the kang: "Ouch, uncle is back?" When will you be back? ”

Ziyang closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, studying outside all the year round, and the communication with the people in the village became more and more unfamiliar, many people were just familiar with their faces, and they couldn't call their names. Coupled with the gap between generation and age, there are always a lot of awkward conversations, and it is better to be embarrassed than not to see them.

Ziyang's mother said with a smile, "I came back last night, on Chinese New Year's Eve, and I almost blocked the road." ”

The middle-aged man continued to sigh, "Oh, it's not easy! ”

Father Ziyang beckoned everyone, come, "Drink some wine, drink some wine." ”

"Hey, don't drink it, don't drink it, I just drank it at the XX house at the head of the village just now, I will continue to turn around with these boys, and there are still several houses left." turned around and returned to the hall, pointed to the genealogy and said to the descendants, this is our grandfather, this is our grandfather, this is a brother to our great-grandfather, and then he studied it over there.

"Come, kowtow to the ancestors together" A room of people knelt down in the dark.

After getting up, he said, "I'll kowtow to the fourth grandmother," and then a room full of black people knelt down again, and Ziyang's mother hurriedly came over to help, no need.

Everyone got up in a hurry, "I'll kowtow to the fourth grandfather," and the room knelt down again.

Ziyang's mother pulled the man to prevent him from kowtowing anymore, "Oh, what are you doing so politely, just come and sit, and kowtow to me." Old man, hurry up and drink some wine! Ziyang's father rubbed his hands and laughed beside him.

In Ziyang's hometown, New Year's greetings and going to the grave are all men's affairs, and women generally do not participate. It seems that men are inferior to women, but in fact, most of the people in charge of each family are now mothers-in-law's families, so it is the women who welcome the guests.

Ziyang's father smiled on his face, and said while waving his hand, "Come, drink, drink." ”

The man waved his hand and said, "I really don't drink it, there are several more in the back, we have to go, otherwise we won't be able to finish." ”

Seeing off the guests, Ziyang's mother sat on the sofa with a smile on her face, sighed and said, "Xiaolu'er comes every year to bring a group of young men, and the roots of this family are getting more and more prosperous." ”

Then he looked at Zi Yang who got up and said, "You two don't go out for a walk, your uncle's Jian Viagra and the third uncle's Xiaojun'er go out to pay New Year's greetings every year......"

Zi Yang said, "Forget it, most of the people don't know each other anymore, and they don't know what to shout when they go." ”

Ziyang's father also said, "That's it, our family has a high seniority, so we don't need to go out." ”

Ziyang's mother said again, "The old Li family in the south of the village is the same as us, and they are not young, and they come to pay New Year's greetings every year. You don't know, can't you go with you to build viagra? He leads the New Year's greetings every year. ”

Jianwei is the son of Ziyang's second uncle, a few years older than him, although the two families are close relatives, but because Ziyang's mother had a few fights with her when she was young, she still has a gap in her heart, so she usually doesn't move around much.

Ziyang has been studying since he was a child, Jian Viagra is more than ten years older than him, and after graduating from junior high school, he will go back to the village to farm, and the children can play soy sauce, and every time he sees Ziyang, he calls his uncle affectionately.

"Alas, I don't know them well, we don't have a common language, and we can't speak together."

As he spoke, there were several waves of New Year's greetings at home. Sometimes there are two groups of people together, and each wave has a leader, and then it is also about seniority and seniority to greet each other, and then compare the descendants behind them, who is this, what is the seniority, what should you call it.

When they are older, they send the juniors to continue to go out to pay New Year's greetings, and the older ones sit and chat with the host's family, eat a few mouthfuls of food, and drink a few sips of wine.

When it was almost dawn, the New Year's greetings were finally almost turned, and some people began to set up mahjong tables at home, and a group of relatives began to gamble. Although the second master and the third uncle are called clearly between each other, whether they win or lose on the gambling table, the points are clear, and there is a set of rules on and off the table.

The last wave of Ziyang's family was a gray-haired old man, fifty or sixty years old, and after sending the little ones to continue to go out, he sat on the sofa and chatted with Ziyang's mother.

Ziyang's mother sighed, "Third brother, are you still taking your children and grandchildren out for a walk at such an old age?" ”

The old man said, "There's no way, the current descendants don't understand the rules, some people in a village can't even tell the generation, I can hold on for a few more years, and after a few years, I can't walk, and I won't come out to transfer with everyone." ”

Ziyang's mother also sighed, "Yes, today's children are studying and working outside, and the rules of the older generation are not particular." As soon as our family (pointing at the lying Ziyang) came back for the New Year, no one knew each other, and even people wouldn't be called. ”

The old man smiled and comforted Ziyang's mother, "Now young people, better than us, go out and see the world." It's not like us, digging mud in the ground all my life. ”

"When did the eldest nephew come back? When are you going back? How old is this year? Did you bring your girlfriend back? ”

Ziyang's mother answered for him one by one, and when the old man left, Ziyang's mother sighed there again, "You see that the third brother of the family is old and still comes out to turn, you say you two are ......"

Ziyang's father finally couldn't bear the nagging, and said to Ziyang, "Let's go, let's go out for a walk." ”

Ziyang's mother followed behind and ordered, "You don't need to go to every family, Xieqin, Zu Mao, who is relatively senior, often come to pay New Year's greetings, you go and have a look." Jianjun. Jianwei, these close relatives, you also go around, you don't need to talk much, just stand and go......"

Ziyang and his father put on down jackets, put on gloves, and went out with flashlights to greet the New Year.

Xiao Hei was probably asleep in the other room. In order to avoid the villagers seeing it, it takes a lot of words to explain. Ziyang told him to hide inside and not be allowed to come out.

At this time, the New Year's greetings are coming to an end, and the streets are not as lively as just now, but every house is still brightly lit, with lanterns hanging at the door, reflecting the red couplets.

During the day, the sun made the ice-covered ground wet and muddy, and the bicycle pressed out a series of reels on the ground, and after the severe cold at night, it became a ravine, and Ziyang stepped on the ravines and walked crookedly.

The homes of several older generations are basically relatively old houses, after many years of life baptism, the four walls have also been smoked to leave traces of time, and the lights are also dimmed.

For the younger generation, the house is newer, the home is bright, and the furnishings are more fashionable and modern.

Ziyang's father basically chatted with people and introduced his son, the host family is generally very enthusiastic, Ziyang can't remember so many generations, so he can only respond vaguely. Then in front of the ancestral tablet, one bow, two bows, the host thanks, and then sent out the door.

After walking a few houses, Ziyang also sighed, although the appearance of his hometown has not changed much, but the people's atmosphere has been sublimated, and the little girls in several families are dressed very fashionably, which is not much different from the girls in the big city, and they do not apply powder, and they are more beautiful and moving.

In this village that seems to have been forgotten by modern times, this pure beauty is even more outstanding, which even makes Ziyang a little excited.

In front of a courtyard, Ziyang's father stopped, the gate was hidden, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the house.

"The old village chief's house. Go in and have a look? ”

The old village chief's family is a single branch of three generations, and the family is not very prosperous, but in his son's generation, two daughters were born. After the death of the old village chief, the family was also depressed.

The two of them opened the door and went in, the ground was full of red and white firecracker confetti, and the door of the main house was hidden, and the light was faintly shining inside.

Hearing someone coming in, the old village chief's son greeted him: "Hey, the four brothers are here, come in and come in, it's a cold day outside." ”

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, uncle."

When I entered the main hall, I saw that the tablet was similar to my own home. The last digit on the genealogy reads: 15th Li Hanqi. This should be the old village chief.

After the New Year's greetings, the village chief's son had to take them to the back room to sit, compared with the liveliness of most people, the old village chief's house had no guests, and it seemed a little deserted.

My aunt was not in good health, and she was lying on the kang all the year round to recuperate, and she heard someone come to get up and say hello.

There was a girl standing on the ground, Zi Yang's eyes flickered, and there was a sudden feeling of suffocation in his heart. She is really a good girl, tall and tall, wearing a white down jacket, her crystal clear snow skin and jade skin flashing with an ivory-like halo, her jet-black hair combed into a long ponytail, and she exudes a fresh and natural beauty from the inside out.

"Xiaoli, call me brother - you see, my two daughters study outside all the year round, and I don't know how to say hello when I see someone."

"Happy New Year, brother." The sound is as crisp as a yellow bird.

"Happy New Year, sister." Ziyang's face couldn't help but turn red.

"How old is the child? Where do you study? Ziyang's father said with a greeting.

"Nineteen, in the third year of high school, I will be admitted to the university this year, and I will study in Bi Guo No. 2 Middle School - I am still an alumnus with your family Ziyang!"

He turned his head and said to his girl: "You want to learn from Brother Ziyang, he has such good grades in school, and he has been admitted to a prestigious university......"

Ziyang blushed like a monkey's ass, these words are really deserved, what a bullshit university, and excellent students, I have failed several courses!

It's also strange to say, in his own home, he was described as a waste by his mother. But in the village, many families educate their children to take him as an example, which is probably the "neighbor's child" effect.

The little girl looked at him silently with two big watery eyes. Zi Yang didn't dare to meet her gaze, tilting his head to look around. Xiaoli's sister is a few years older than her, although she is not very old, she got married a few years ago, and there are various photos of a family of four hanging on the wall. Both of these sisters are big beautiful embryos.

After a few words of greeting between the parents of the two parties, Ziyang worshiped the ancestral tablet with his father and said goodbye. After walking out of the door, Ziyang's father shrunk his neck and said, "It's almost, go, go home!" ”

This village is not big, hundreds of households, from the head of the village to the end of the village only ten minutes, and then up the slope is another village. Village after village stretches for thousands of miles to the north.

At this moment, similar rituals are being performed in each village, and similar scenes are repeated by different families and different bloodlines. In this land that has nurtured many generations, people have grown and multiplied for generations, and some habits have gradually become conventions and customs, which have been passed down for thousands of years, and perhaps continue to be passed down in some places after thousands of years.

It is more likely that in most places, these customs will gradually fade away.

Today's young people are keen to go out to work and study, and more and more are leaving their hometowns to raise them and are migrating on an unprecedented scale. Under the impact of the environment and ideas, customs and habits have gradually faded and gradually lost.

When I got home, it was already dawn, and Jianwei's daughter-in-law, Ziyang's sister-in-law, brought her niece to visit the door, and after the men finished worshipping the New Year, the women of each family also began to visit the door.

My sister-in-law is a woman in her thirties, plump and fair-skinned, she is in her prime, in a big city, she should be a young man who gathers and clubs every day and enjoys life, and in a small mountain village, she is already the mother of a ten-year-old girl.

Ziyang chatted with her niece and told her interesting stories about college. My sister-in-law also encouraged her, "Study hard, like your uncle, and be admitted to university in the future and leave our poor place in the countryside." ”

Then talk to Ziyang's mother about whose children are admitted to universities, where their children go to work, and how much money their children earn this year...... Ziyang was not interested in these contents, and fell asleep again in the quilt.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone does not make mattresses, generally burns the soil kang hot, covers it with a layer of quilt, and guests at home take off their shoes and go to the kang, and everyone hugs the quilt and chats.

It's dawn, when I wake up, my sister-in-law has left, my parents are preparing breakfast, and they are still eating dumplings, but the filling of each meal is different, leek eggs, celery beef, cabbage pork, each filling has a different meaning, and when to eat what stuffing is also particular.

Ziyang was dressed neatly and ready to go out for a walk, but when he returned to his hometown, he hadn't seen the whole picture of his hometown, and he was still thinking about Uncle Li's sister Yanmei next door, who was two years younger than him, and used to play together during the summer vacation, and several people of the same age got together to play poker and read books, and chatted with each other quite speculatively.

The little girl is smart and smart, with excellent grades, she looks very delicate, but her temper is open-minded and straightforward, and words like "fuck" and "I grass" often pop up in her mouth when she talks about the rise.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the air is filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and there is a pile of red and white firecracker confetti in front of every house, and children pick up firecrackers that have not exploded in the pile of paper. A child with a lit incense stick in his hand lit a firecracker fuse and threw it far away, causing snowflakes to fly.

The heavy snow before the festival submerged the whole village in the snow Kaikaili, the world was a vast white, with the increase in the number of pedestrians who paid New Year's greetings and went to relatives, and gradually stepped out of the muddy roads in the snow.

A beautiful scenery is destroyed in this way, and it is unpicturesque.

As the smoke rises, the village under the university is full of life, and the air is filled with the smell of cows and horses.

Walking to the door of Yanmei's house, seeing that the door was closed, Ziyang was embarrassed to go in to say hello, and after going around twice, he came back and lay down, Xiao Hei was shoveling snow with his father - this kid is really the same as in his own home!

I visited my aunt on the first and second days of junior high school, my mother-in-law on the third and fourth days of junior high school, and I went to other relatives on the fifth and sixth days of junior high school. Again, this is a set of established customs.

In the lively atmosphere of New Year's greetings, Ziyang's days slowly became boring, boring, and even irritable. When there are guests at home, I will chat a few words, watch TV when there are no guests, be in a daze, and do not go out with other children of the same age, every day is to stay at home and sleep late and wake up late, and often lie on the kang when eating, Xiao Hei does not pull every meal, and automatically sits at the table when the meal arrives.

Under Ziyang's strict teaching, Xiao Hei also stopped practicing in the wild during this time. In small mountain villages, most of the people have never seen the world, and big things can become big news, plus the uneducated rural villagers often have the "vice" of adding oil and vinegar, if Xiao Hei's kung fu is seen, maybe it can become a strange talk in ten villages and eight towns.

Because of the foil of Xiao Hei, a hard-working boy, Ziyang became more and more lazy.

On this day, the school's report card arrived, and the fuse of the dynamite barrel was lit. It can be seen that Ziyang's mother is trying her best to endure her temper, but the number of falls on her mouth is still endless.

"Huh? What do you do in school with so much money spent in a year? ”

"Huh? Xiaohui, the head of the village, is the same age as you, and he helps the family work all day long, and you see that you are too lazy to take it with you. ”

Ziyang can't stand comparing herself to other people's children.

"I was admitted to university, and Xiaohui is farming and working in his hometown, can it be the same?"

But when people start a fire, who will tell you logic.

"Huh? Look at the path of the third aunt's house, help his parents make dumplings and make steamed buns, and ask you to do some work, you lie there and hum. ”

"Huh? XXX family child XXX, you look at you XXX. ”

Sometimes I can't be scolded anymore, and the blood in my chest is surging, and I can't help but shout frantically: Hello to someone's son, you can bring it back as a son!

It's really strange, before going home, how much I miss my parents, how much I miss this little family, and I gradually feel bored and bored after a few days back.

Before going home, I secretly vowed not to be angry with my family and to suppress my temper, but the outburst always caught me by surprise.

He is also polite and well-behaved outside, but at home, he has become the lazy bear child.

You can be tolerant of outsiders, but you can be-for-tat with your family. Unconsciously, the worst temper and the worst side are given to the people closest to me.

Finally one day, Ziyang couldn't bear the nagging, and in order to avoid a more violent conflict, he ran to the street and looked at the mountains in the distance and sulked alone, thinking about whether to buy a ticket and run away from home.

With his hand in his pocket, he pinched a note in his pocket, which was the phone number given by Professor Zhang. I put it in my pocket the last time I received it, and then I forgot about it. This coat was brought back from school, it was relatively thin, and it was too cold at home to wear it. That's when I remembered it.

Looking at the phone number, I hesitated.

When I got home, I called Lao Wang.

"Hey, Lao Wang, it's me Ziyang, happy New Year, Uncle Wang is celebrating the New Year, okay?"

"Eh, Ziyang, good New Year, good New Year, uncle and aunt have a good New Year?"

After the polite words, the two fell into a brief silence.

"What the hell are you doing at home? I had a fight with my mom and dad again. Annoy me! ”

"Alas, don't mention it, I've done it all here......"

It turned out that after Lao Wang drove Jeep home, Old Man Wang did not cheer, but asked suspiciously: "Who's?" ”

"Mine."

"Stole?"

"Bought it."

"How much?"

"30,000... 5…”

"Where did the money come from?"

"Borrowed."

"You little king and eight calves!"

Old Man Wang roared angrily, raised the shovel of the stove in his hand and hit it, "You fucking little rabbit cub didn't earn back a few dollars, now you learn to borrow usury, I can't kill you little brute." You can't plow or pull goods when you buy a broken car, and you can make a poor ...... by spending tens of thousands of dollars."

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Lao Wang ran wildly for miles in the ice and snow.

In the end, Lao Wang risked his life and went home. The old man did not beat him again, nor did he expel him from the house, nor did he push the car into the ditch. Chinese there is a saying, after all, the New Year's ......