"Today's Chinese New Year's Eve, there's nothing to do, you go cook first, I'll practice martial arts here."

Chinese New Year's Eve is a time for families to reunite and celebrate the New Year, and at this time, they all stay with their families and do not have the habit of visiting homes.

"Okay."

Xiao Wan answered, and went to the fire room to light a fire to cook, and sometimes stretched out her head to look at the young master who was practicing martial arts in the snow.

The snow was flying, and Ren Pingsheng felt that he was a free elf, as if he was fused with the sky and the earth.

Consciousness exists in itself, and transcends itself, and every snowflake flying around him seems to be attracted by him, dancing and changing with his side, and with the rotation of his body, the rotation of his consciousness also follows a whirlpool.

At this moment, his consciousness seemed to have touched these snowflakes, and he felt the crystal, clarity, and coldness on the snowflakes, and the small traces of cracks in the crystalline body could be seen clearly.

At this moment, in Xiao Wan's eyes, the young master was full of rhythmic beauty, as if he was blending with the surrounding snowscape, and he was no longer separated from each other.

"Whew!"

This feeling is clear and short-lived, Ren Pingsheng feels that he is just in a trance, and after the trance, the wonderful feeling disappears, and the snowflakes around him fall to the ground and melt into the plain whiteness of the place.

Ren Pingsheng stopped and carefully recalled Fang Cai's feelings.

It was not like the feeling when practicing boxing, in the Lan Clan's martial arts hall, the senior brother had never explained that he would feel this way when practicing martial arts.

But that feeling is not like my own imagination, as if I have really become a fairy in the snow and entered a wonderful realm.

"Huhuhu~"

The fist rises again, the wind whistles in the courtyard, the wind rolls up the snow, and the snow dances.

But this is the strong wind brought up by the fists and feet, and there is no longer the rhythm of the square.

Until Ren Pingsheng felt tired, he didn't find the feeling of beginning, as if it was really just a trance of his own.

"Forget it, there are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't have to force it. Who knows what that feeling is? ”

When a person is obsessed with a matter and cannot get an answer, when he regrets because of a mistake, and when he is anxious about what he wants to do in the future, it is very painful, as if the spirit is trapped in a closed labyrinth and cannot get out, and under internal friction, he will be haggard.

Ren Pingsheng has experienced all these things in his life, and when he encounters such a thing, he can only relieve himself, and use Zeng Guofan's words - things to conform, the future is not welcome, there is no miscellaneous, and there is no love.

He couldn't tell what state he was in just now, so he simply wrote down that feeling, and when it was time for the Lan Clan's Martial Arts Hall, he would ask Senior Brother again.

After breakfast, Xiao Wan began to be busy, mixing noodles, cutting meat, chopping stuffing, and the little figure was diligent and busy.

Ren Pingsheng was also on the side to help.

Both of them somewhat enjoyed this bland and warm Chinese New Year's Eve.

At noon, Xiao Wan made a stir-fried meat with green peppers and tea-flavored short ribs, served one to the sledgehammer, and by the way, took a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine that Ren Pingsheng brought to the horse when he came back in the morning.

"Sledgehammer, the young master told you to come over at night and eat dumplings together."

After Xiao Wan put down the food and medicine, she said to Sledgehammer.

"I see, little Wanmei."

Sledgehammer answered.

After lunch, Ren Pingsheng went out for a walk, and the family was extra tolerant of children during the Chinese New Year, and many children were running and playing outside.

"Hello Mr. Ren!"

"Happy New Year, sir!"

Many children greeted Ren Pingsheng when they saw him.

They may not know what Ren Pingsheng's name is, but they all know that their parents look respectful when they talk about and see Mr. Ren, and they naturally have awe of this Mr. Ren.

Ren Pingsheng casually took out some candy from his pocket, or some caramel candy, or some hard candy, one piece for each child.

The sweet candy makes Mr. Ren's image more intimate and profound in the hearts of children.

When Ren Pingsheng returned home, the snow was already small.

Xiao Wan wrapped the dumplings, Ren Pingsheng took a book and sat on the bench by the fire.

The furnace was burning, the hearth was burning red, and you could hear the sound of the flames burning inside.

Ren Pingsheng took the ash leaking from the furnace outside the door and lifted it on the snow, came back and took out a small shovel, shoveled a few pieces of coal, hooked the furnace lid with an iron hook, and added it.

The fire burns even harder!

Occasionally, there is a few "crackling" sounds, or the sound of coal burning and popping.

Looking at the book, time passed slowly.

In the afternoon, the sledgehammer also came over early, and he also brought some sun-dried dates.

Ren Pingsheng put the red dates on the stove lid and roasted them, they were hot, and they were chewed in their mouths, which were exceptionally sweet.

"Sledgehammer, let's go to the dumplings."

Xiao Wan looked at the sky and shouted a sledgehammer.

"Okay."

Sledgehammer followed Xiao Wan to the fire room, sat on the small bench, and lit the stove.

"Ah~"

It was already a little dark, the words in the book were a little unreadable, and my stomach was a little hungry.

Ren Pingsheng put down the book, stretched his waist, and suddenly crackled all over his bones, and when he arrived in the fire room, he lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the dumplings were sinking and floating in the pot.

In the evening, on the round table in the north house, more than a dozen plates of dumplings were placed, and Xiaowan also fried a few side dishes!

The three of them were talking, chatting about this year's experiences and imagining the coming year.

After dinner, the three of them ate melon seeds again and chatted around the stove for a while before they left.

Xiao Wan returned to her Westroom, but she didn't want to sleep at all. Kerosene lamps, wick flames fluttering, and the light and shadow of the room reflected in the dim light swayed.

She picked out the wick and carefully added some oil to the oil lamp, and the flame stabilized again.

Outside, there were people starting to fire cannonballs, and the sound of sporadic artillery and children's laughter came from outside.

In the dimly lit room, Xiao Wan couldn't sit still.

She put on her cloak and pushed the door open, but the snow had already stopped.

"Young Master!"

She walked to the door of the north room and gently slammed on the door and called a few times.

There was no answer.

She moved her steps again, returned to the West House, sat down in a daze, held her chin in both hands, and looked at the flames in front of her, a little lonely.

"Boom!"

A long light pierced the sky, and finally exploded above the sky, and suddenly the colorful colors spread out in the sky, and then exploded again, turning into colorful fireworks in the sky, flickering in the sky.

"It's beautiful!"

Ren Pingsheng, who returned to Zishi, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his mobile phone in his hand: "Mom, did you see it just now, the fireworks are so beautiful!" ”

"I saw the baby smashed, you see that your parents are not at home, and you don't look for a girlfriend, you are such a big person, and you don't even have one to accompany you for the New Year."

"It's the New Year, what are you talking about?"

Over there, Dad said to Mom.

"Okay, okay, don't tell you, watch TV."

Ren Pingsheng hung up the video.

While editing the group New Year's greeting text messages, he took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and put it on the coffee table, pressed the electric button, and adjusted the sofa to a half-lying state.

At this time, the sketch being performed on TV was nearing the end, and in the happy music, Ren Pingsheng only heard one sentence: "Two newcomers 321, love is amazing!" ”

In the next magic show, Ren Pingsheng was not very interested, and continued to edit personalized New Year's greeting text messages for some close friends and important friends.

"Happy New Year!"

On the phone, the flickering avatar flashes.