The fog outside is very heavy, the rain is hidden in the fog, the sound of the New Year's Day is hidden in the rain and fog, the smoke of firecrackers aggravates the fog of the New Year, you can smell the smell of gunpowder between the noses, the candles on both sides of the old street, the fire that burns paper money is hazy and yellow, and it extends to the end of the road, disappearing in the fog, and another firecracker sound that seems to never stop, sweeping away the smoke, a faint fire snake dances in the middle of the road, and the thunderbolt spits out the sparks and turns into a part of the fog, and waits until the earth-shattering firecrackers are silent, The man smiled and said Happy New Year to the neighbors.

The road was wet, the red paper of the rotten cannon battle was everywhere, it looked even more messy when it was stained with water, and there were new red couplets pasted in front of the doors, and it was hard to see what was written in the fog, only that the whole street was red in the fog, reflecting the light.

Their family does not offer incense and candles to the gods and Buddhas, but they also posted new couplets, in previous years, it was Wang Xilou stickers, since the wind was unreasonable and the height exceeded her, this job was handed over to the apprentice by the master.

The couplet is written that Fuwang, wealth, luck, family, people, and career.

The wind went to the balcony to collect clothes unreasonably.

Occasionally, people could be seen walking along the main road, and they would see people on the balcony and say hello to them.

If you listen closely, you can hear the occasional crackling sound in the distance, it should be some imp blowing up the cannon, or picking up the unburned cannonball and blowing it up.

The red envelope is not only unreasonable, Wang Xilou, who thinks that he is the head of the family, has wrapped red envelopes for everyone in the family.

Lu Nu happily accepted it, thinking that he could buy a few skins, and peeked at the top of the red envelope: "How much."

Wang Xilou slapped her hand: "How can there be a face-to-face demolition."

She shrank her hand stupidly, glanced at the red envelope that was about to be given to the ruler, and reached out to take it: "The ruler is still young, I'll keep it for her."

「……」

Feng Wuli finished collecting his clothes and entered the living room, and saw the ruler holding a feather duster, silently beating the barefoot slave and asking her to return something.

Wang Xilou on the side was giving Wanwan a red envelope, and after he was done, he rubbed Wanwan's head again, and when he saw Feng Wuli coming out after collecting his clothes, he grinned at him.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I rarely go to the New Year's greetings, but there are a lot of people who visit the door, and when I go to the outside of the old street, I will talk a few words when I see them, and it is extremely natural to say hello.

Feng Wuli looked at the time and led the ruler and Wanwan out of the door.

When she came back from a street trip just now, she should have been reluctant, but it was rare for Feng to ask her to go out for a walk unreasonably, so she pretended to be reluctant.

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The slave wanted to chase the drama at home, so he borrowed the ruler's mobile phone and said that the seventh season of "Game of Thrones" was released.

Feng Wuli was very surprised by this, because what she chased was completely different from what Wang Xilou liked to watch, Wang Xilou's favorite thing to watch was "The Three Thousand Golds of the Xia Family", "The Temptation to Go Home" and the like, and she watched it over and over again.

Wang Xilou was also about to go out, but she was about to play mahjong, and looked at the three people who were going out, and suddenly became alert: "Where are you going?"

Feng pursed his lips unreasonably, unwilling to lie: "Go and make money."

"What makes money?" Wang Xilou looked incredulous, and said, "Don't get into the bad habit of playing mahjong, I'll tell you."

….

This time, I didn't bother to pay attention to it, gave her a blank look, and shouted at Wanwan to hurry up.

"Wanwan is here!" She hung the kettle diagonally, and her little short legs were fast, and she rushed over.

There is skill in earning red envelope money, after all, he is not small, and when he meets some uncles and aunts on the road, there is a high probability that he will not give red envelopes again, but if he brings a ruler and a silk that is obviously still a child, he can rub their light.

And Wanwan is so cute, her mouth is sweet, whoever sees it wants to stuff a red envelope, since she gave one, the wind standing next to her is unreasonable, and it is not good not to give it.

He took the fireworks in the yard, some sky-skimming monkeys, and the like to wipe the cannons, and went out with the silk and the ruler.

Today, the fog is heavy, ten meters away to see people clearly, while walking while putting a small cannon, the fog in the sound of the cannon from the incense candle shop more and more

Far away, it is fate to meet anyone.

Feng Wuli likes to scare Wanwan with a cannon, and the little fox will come over to play with him even if he is angry.

Some people follow the wind and say hello unreasonably, and the wind is unreasonable and also says a good New Year.

is a middle-aged uncle, the family lives in the old street Banyan tree, when he was a child, he liked to bully Feng Unreasonable, saying that he had no parents, and he must be said to cry until he cried, and later was scolded by Wang Xilou like a shrew and made a fuss, and now that he has grown up, Feng Unreasonable has long been a page with the old past.

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year......" Wanwan looked up at the wind unreasonable.

"Uncle Chiang." He reminded in a whisper.

"Happy New Year Uncle Jiang!" The big tail shook hard behind him, and his ears fluttered.

Sure enough, one red envelope per person.

He was ashamed to be with him.

But she was poor.

"Wanwan, do you want to put one?" The wind unreasonably gave her some incense to wipe the cannon.

"Wanwan is afraid."

"Give it a try."

Wanwan held the incense in one hand and the wiping cannon in the other, and was still a little scared after thinking about it, so she put the wiping cannon on the ground and stood up, pouting her little ass and squatting far away, closing one eye and stretching out her arm to point.

As soon as it was lit, the cannon was sparking, and Wanwan was so frightened that the incense in her hand was thrown away, and she turned back into a fox and climbed up with the wind and unreasonable trouser legs.

Fortunately, the fog was so thick that no one could see it.

"Smack——!

There was only a crisp cracking sound in the fog.

Sometimes I meet groups of children, through the fog can only hear the gossip noise, close to see the figure, the wind is unreasonable and does not know much, but Wanwan and they are already very familiar.

There are also people who have encountered the unreasonable generation of the wind, and he also feels nostalgic when he sees it.

It's just that there aren't many words anymore, and there is no eagerness when Wanwan sees her friends, and she is unreasonable and estranged from the wind.

"My mother told me to climb Yuelu Mountain, don't talk about it, next time I have some barbecue, let's roast it at Rongshutou."

"Call them to laugh at them."

"Yes, there are also Liang Shan and Ah Zhen, by the way, Ah Zhen?"

"Moved to a new house." Many people in Lao Cai have moved to demolished houses, and it is visible to the naked eye that it is in decline.

There were two middle-aged people in their house, a younger sister who had just been promoted to the first year of junior high school, and a few children from their uncle's side.

It looks like a big family went to climb Mount Yuelu.

"Yo, Xiaofeng, it's so big!"

"Aunt Zhang......" Feng unreasonably gave Wanwan a look.

….

I got three more red envelopes.

The shame in his heart deepened, and he silently hypnotized himself in his heart, I am twelve years old, I am twelve years old......

The three of them watched the family disappear into the fog, and Feng Wuli quietly threw a wiping cannon to Wanwan's feet.

"Smack—"

"Lord Wind Unreasonable! Wanwan won't like you anymore!"

The ruler also glanced at him: "Don't always bully Wanwan."

Feng Wuli thinks that the angry Wanwan is a little more fun.

The houses in Lao Cai get older the further you go inside.

There are also many tile houses, red brick houses, some stone roads are moss-grown, some alleys are so narrow that only two people can stand side by side, the wires are messy, and the white walls are fanned with gray and written 'meticulous, every second counts, eight big red characters with a sense of the times.'

The street lamps were stained with the remains of moths, the cobwebs under the stone benches were stained with dew, and the occasional wild dog approached and disappeared into the fog.

There is also a hall rebuilt from the old ancestral hall in front, which is used to hold a meeting of the Lao Cai Neighborhood Committee, there is a bronze bell in front of the ancestral hall, which can be heard within a radius of several miles when it is struck, and when you hear the bell, you know that there is a meeting tonight.

Participating in the meeting is money to get, according to the number of people five yuan per person, Feng Wuli five or six years old, Wang Xilou almost heard the bell will rush to this side, because the head of the person to take money, so will always bring the wind unreasonable, sitting on the bench to listen to those cadres speak.

Wang Xilou is from

I won't express my opinion, just cross Erlang's legs over there, eat melon seeds, and drink coarse tea with a very low taste, she will feed the wind unreasonably one when she swallows one, sometimes the meeting can be held until nine o'clock, and the wind is unreasonably sleepy and falls asleep in Wang Xilou's arms.

Woke up on the way back by being carried by him, and the wind asked sleepily, "Is the meeting over?"

"Just finished."

"Did you get the money?"

"Master will take you to drink milk tea tomorrow!"

It's not in vain that he is sleepy to death, and he still stays in the meeting.

I heard that the money for the meeting rose to ten yuan later, but Wang Xilou would not come again when she heard the bell ringing, because she was not in good health and needed more rest.

This is probably all the memories that this old ancestral hall gave to Feng Wuli, and now the ancestral hall is shrouded in fog, and it doesn't really look real, but it feels more like what it looks like in memory.

After passing the ancestral hall, it is a little more lively, because if you pass through here, there is an old street that is a little younger than the old street.

You can also buy milk tea here for less than five yuan, and Feng Wuli bought a cup for Wanwan and Qi Xuan, and drank it while walking.

Walking on a ten-meter-long cement bridge, the wind unreasonably blew up this small squirt a few meters wide, and when the water splashed, it was a waan exclamation, not a group of little ghosts whining and screaming when they were children, and they couldn't help but sigh a little, and took a few photos and sent them to Liu Xiaoxiao.

There is a flower market outside the old street market, and there are not as many people as in the morning near ten o'clock, but after the fog, it does not become less, because there are more non-human beings and shuttles into the crowd.

"There are a lot of youkai." Ruler frowned and stepped closer.

"Well, don't be nervous." Feng Wuli took her hand and reassured, "Most of them are harmless in the city."

His hands stiffened, not quite used to being held, but he didn't struggle away.

"What's wrong with this fog?"

"No problem, it's just a normal fog."

….

Some monsters are not good at transforming shapes, but in the face of human celebrations, it is inevitable to want to come and join in the fun, low visibility in the fog, hiding in it and mixing into the crowd, if you see my fox tail antlers, don't panic, but the mountains are quiet, looking for the sound of fireworks and people, come to the world.

There were cheers on the street, a lion dance of gongs and drums, a white lion with hanging eyes was full of spirit, showing off its might in the sound of gongs and drums, followed by a group of big-headed dolls, dressed as strange and exaggerated puppets and beasts, the gongs and drums were so loud that no one beat the gongs and drums, but people didn't think about it, they just felt that the fog was too thick.

Because she blew up the little fox all the way, Feng unreasonably bought a string of sugar gourds to compensate her.

"Do you want a shaku, too?"

"Something to coax a child." She sneered, as if she didn't notice that her hand was still being held by the wind unreasonably.

"In this way, those two strings, one string for me and Wanwan."

Ruler: "......"

Feng Wuli ate one unreasonably, suddenly remembered something, handed it to the ruler and said, "I forgot that I just had breakfast, and I can't eat it."

She was stunned for a moment, but still said coldly: "You have eaten ...... too."

"If you don't eat it, you'll have to waste it."

"Waste...... If it's wasted, it's wasted!"

"Three dollars a piece."

In the end, it was in the hands of the ruler, she bit down on one, sweet and sour, and said in her mouth, this is all money.

"Unreasonable Adult......

Wanwan tugged at the corner of his clothes, tilted his head and explained, "Wanwan is actually not really angry with unreasonable adults, but fake angry."

"I know, Wanwan is the most well-behaved, and if you are not angry with me, I will also invite Wanwan to eat sugar gourds."

Wanwan happily gnawed on the rock sugar gourd.

At this time, a woman came out of the fog, and she came with a round fan to cover the lower half of her face, and her hair was raised high like rabbit ears.

"Lord Wind Unreasonable." She bowed slightly in greeting.

It is a youkai to know.

"When are you going back?" Feng asked with a unreasonable smile.

She glanced at the little monster and the ruler who were eating sugar gourds beside Feng Wuli: "The fog clears and leaves."

"Playing with fireworks? I still have it."

"Thank you, Lord Unreasonable."

"Don't be so polite with me."

"We little goblins and monsters can live in this area, and we all have to rely on Lord Feng Unreasonable."

"Ugh." Feng smiled and sighed unreasonably, and only said, "Happy New Year."

The female monster smiled lightly, and then gave Shi Shiran a salute: "I hope it will be like this, and the phenology will be new every year."

Feng was unreasonable, and he didn't understand what he meant, so he could only smile and nod.

This monster is quite literate.

The mountains are full of pine nuts