The obedient biological clock is very punctual, and she gets sleepy as soon as she arrives, although sometimes she looks energetic because she is too excited to play, but after a little more time, she can't stand it.

When Su Xiaoting came to Bai Zhi with her obedient girl, the little guy wilted, her eyes were confused, she yawned one after another, and when she saw Bai Zhi, she reached out to hug her.

"Mom~Go home and sleep~~" The little milk voice is soft, and she is as delicate as when she is completely gone.

The old lady and Chen Juanhua were very distressed, and they both said that they would go back to sleep obediently.

The sleepy child has a big temper, and no one wants to hug it, just to stop hugging it in vain.

The old lady was actually sleepy, although she could hold on until she finished watching the play, but since she was obediently going home to sleep, she didn't insist on it.

Su Xiaoting also went back, she was going to start school tomorrow, and she couldn't sleep too late.

Obediently didn't hold on until she got home and took a shower before going to sleep, on the way she pillowed Bai Zhi's shoulder, grabbed Bai Zhi's collar, smelled the smell that made her feel at ease, and fell asleep.

As for the careful wish to wear a costume, she has long forgotten about it.

But her other wish has been fulfilled, and that is not to wash in vain.

No one could bear to wake up the little one, but gently wiped her body with a wet handkerchief and put on new diapers.

Bai Zhi carried the little guy to the small bed, covered her with a small quilt, looked at her sleeping sweetly, and said with a smile: "Dirty baby, don't wash the baby who stinks in vain!" ”

"What are you talking about, we are obedient and milky, how can we be stinky babies!" Chen Juanhua glared at Bai Zhi, "You also take a shower and go to bed early, don't forget that there is still one in your stomach!" ”

After speaking, Chen Juanhua yawned first, and Bai Zhi also followed when he saw it.

I have lived in the countryside for a long time, and I seem to have integrated into the rural routine.

Su Qinghe returned at almost eleven o'clock, the lights at home were on, but everyone was asleep.

On the eve of the New Year, it is the same as on Chinese New Year's Eve and the first night of the new year, and the night of the night is turned on.

He pushed open the door, looked at Bai Zhi who was asleep, and looked at the obedient, lightly exited the room, went to the utility room to take out a roll of firecrackers, and deliberately took it to the gate to spread out.

Firecrackers are placed outside the courtyard gate, and the doors and windows are closed in the house, so that the family will not be noisy.

After spreading out the firecrackers, Su Qinghe returned to the yard, picked up the dried and bundled bamboo and walked out, and happened to meet Su Meng, who was also carrying a bundle of dried bamboo.

The two went to Su Zhiliang's house together, and Su Qinghe said hello to Su Zhiliang and asked him to go to his house to help light firecrackers when he got off the boat.

After waiting at his house for a while, Su Qinghai drove back. The two middle schools in the town are also starting tomorrow, but they are studying late, and the students need to return to school one night earlier.

When I arrived at the temple house, the big drama had ended, the people watching the play and the people setting up the stalls had dispersed, and the troupe was packing up their things on stage.

A fire was lit on the land where the rice cones were sold, and the flames swayed in the mountain wind, and some of the more eager people put the torches made of dried bamboo into the fire and lit them.

Su Qinghe was not in a hurry, put the torch on the ground, and sat and bragged and fart with the people next to him - whichever village is the head of the year, which village will carry the torch.

It didn't take long for the temple house to sound suona, cymbals and other sounds, Su Qinghe was the first time to carry a torch, he was too young to use him before, and then it was Su Qingchi who took over this task at home. However, he has a mouth and an eye, he will ask and see, and when he sees that everyone is scrambling to lead the torches, he does not know that this is about to leave the ship, and the ceremony before leaving the ship is underway.

The big flower boat ordered with Su Qinghe's donation was carried out of the temple, and this flower boat that followed the wandering gods during the day, which imprisoned the evil spirits of various villages, was kept in the temple after the end of the wandering gods.

The rotating president of the temple council, an old man in his early sixties, stood at the door of the temple and shouted three times in a row.

"Get out of the boat!"

"Get out of the boat!"

"Get out of the boat!"

One is higher than the other.

Su Qinghe and the others also shouted, almost as soon as the shouting fell, all the lights of the entire Shuangtang Society were extinguished, and sixty or seventy torches were lit with raging flames, like a fire dragon illuminating the night, and the sparks and fire ashes were blown all over the sky by the mountain wind.

The sound of firecrackers sounded one after another in the distance, and after a while, the sound of firecrackers came and went.

The boat goes ahead, followed by a dragon and comes to a small bay in the lower reaches of the river, where they will burn the boat, along with the bad luck and bad luck of the past year.

Su Qinghe threw the half-burned torch onto the burning flower boat, turned around and ran back and forth.

According to the older generation, after throwing away the torches, do not linger in the place where the boat was burned, and run back to the temple as soon as possible so as not to be overtaken by evil spirits. You can't run home directly, you must go to the temple to worship the gods first, so as not to get anything unlucky to take home.

Superstitious statements are very strong, and no one wants to deny them and talk about science. That's not necessary, it's just a local folk culture after all, and it can't rise to that height.

In a materialistic society, it is actually good to have such a sense of awe.

Of course, it is not possible to run out of people, there will be people who stay there and wait until the fire is extinguished before leaving.

No matter how much you pay attention to the folk culture of the year, you must also do a good job of preventing fires!

"How does it feel to see the flower boat being burned, and the 10,000 yuan burned down like this!" Su Qinghai trotted and quipped.

Su Qinghe shook his head, "I don't feel anything, if you really want to talk about it, it can be said to be very cool!" ”

It's not because the flower boat worth 10,000 yuan is burned like this, it's as cool as burning money, but to participate in this kind of activity, the feeling of integrating into the hometown and connecting with the hometown blood, the feeling of being rooted and down-to-earth, which is particularly cool!

When I trotted all the way back to the temple house, the electric gate had been opened, and the Shuangtang Society was back to its brightly lit scene.

Enter the temple to worship God, drink a bowl of hot meat porridge, and the annual annual festival will be over, and it will be completely over.

When he got home, Su Qinghe found that the kitchen was lit up, and he scratched his head, wondering if he had forgotten to turn it on and off it.

Although there is a tradition of turning on the evening lantern in the year, when he was very young, he did not pay attention to all the lights turned on, and generally only turned on the lights in the living room and balcony.

We must respond to policies, keep up with the times, and save energy!

Before he could look at it, the old lady came out of the kitchen.

"I thought I forgot to turn off the lights, but it turned out to be your mother-in-law!"

"I'm boiling the leftover chicken soup in the evening, you can drink a bowl." The old lady yawned, "There's not much left, you drink it all, remember to wash the pot and dishes after drinking, I'll go to sleep first." ”

Su Qinghe's heart was surging with warmth, and before it flowed, he was stunned when he heard the old lady's words.

I don't think I really want to drink chicken soup......