Because there is no Chinese New Year's Eve this year, it was Chinese New Year's Eve. In the evening, my uncle took us to their house to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

Meeting is another greeting, I don't like these polite anymore, it's all a family, polite like an outsider.

I ignored the adult's set and went directly to Zhang Mingyu to play.

Zhang Mingyu is actually 9 months older than me, and she started school a year later than me, and is now in her second year of high school. When I was a child, my grandparents and children were basically free-range, so it was lawless, and no one could control it. I remember when I was a child, when I went home, I didn't win a single snatch with Zhang Mingyu to grab toys, and I ended up crying, and then the adults coaxed Zhang Mingyu's toys down to me.

Later, when I grew up and went to school, my aunt saw that this didn't work anymore, and she was going to become a sperm. This is just the beginning of the strictness, and now the management is like a good baby.

The conditions of my uncle's house are better than mine, and the house is also large, a four-room mansion, one room per person. Zhang Mingyu lives in the innermost hut, with a computer desk, a bookshelf, and a bed. When I went in, Zhang Mingyu was writing homework at the desk, and when he heard me come in, he turned around and called Brother Sheng, so he continued to do his own thing.

"What about homework?"

"Well, there are two more questions. ”

"What is written?"

"Mathematics. My mom said it had to be written before I could play. ”

"I can see that all mothers are the same, none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. ”

"Hmm. ”

"How are your grades?

"General. I'm not afraid of my mom reprimanding me, but the last time I had a parent-teacher conference, my mom cried angrily. I don't want to make my mom sad. ”

I can imagine my aunt's hatred of iron and steel, because it's the same as my mother. I feel sorry for my mothers, but I also feel miserable, why do we have to do these things that we don't want to do? Just to satisfy the vanity of our parents?

I didn't want to disturb Zhang Mingyu anymore, so I took a book casually and sat next to it boringly flipping through it. After a while, Zhang Mingyu finally finished his homework. I saw him stretch out, let out a long sigh, and said, "Today's homework is done." ”

The two of us went out of the room together to see my father chatting with my uncle and aunt. Zhang Mingyu walked in front of her aunt like a good baby.

"Mom, I'm done with my homework, can I play for a while?" Zhang Mingyu asked worriedly.

"Did you get it right? Don't fool around. Auntie replied while knocking melon seeds.

"I got it right, I got the standard answer right. Zhang Mingyu was like a good boy who had been wronged, and hurriedly argued.

"Okay, you big deal, they're here today, and Brother Momo is also here, so let's stop here today. You can play with your Momo brother. "Auntie waved her little hand, it was really like the Queen Mother's decree.

I saw that Zhang Mingyu's eyebrows were obviously raised, and the corners of his mouth were upturned, so he almost danced with his eyebrows and cheered loudly. He turned around and grabbed my hand and dragged me into the room.

"Let's go, brother, let's play games!" Zhang Mingyu said as he walked.

"Second (Zhang Mingyu's nickname is Er), the contrast between you and the front and back is too big!" I was a little dumbfounded, I really thought that the stinky boy who was lawless when I was a child and always bullied me has become a good boy.

"There's no way, the tutoring is too strict!" Zhang Mingyu replied while walking around.

I played video games with Zhang Mingyu in the back room, I originally thought I was a middle and high master, but who knew that compared to this kid, it was a little inferior. Young people are all unwilling to admit defeat, and this game can't be stopped. I heard my aunt in the living room unsurprisingly talking to my father about the child's grades, and finally sighed. I thought to myself, knowing that the twisted melon is not sweet, you will be awkward.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in my hometown is very simple, no different from usual, and the main meal is placed on the first day of the new year. After dinner, I was supposed to watch the Spring Festival Gala together as a family, but the Spring Festival Gala has not had any new ideas for decades, and the symbolism is greater than the practical significance. The old people have the patience to read it.

I continued to play video games with Zhang Mingyu, and when I was playing, I also shouted and scolded. The living room is where the elders watch TV, drink tea, and chat.

It was almost 12 o'clock, my aunt went to cook Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings, and my uncle came over and asked Zhang Mingyu to go out and set off the cannon. I came to my head at once, and I wanted to follow, but my father didn't agree.

"Your mother said that she wouldn't let you fire the gun. Dad said with a straight face.

"Dad, now that my mom is not here, you are the boss, you have the final say. Listen to my mother all year round, and after seeing it, you can be the master again. I pleaded pitifully.

"I don't let it go, you play small