The wind is blowing in the day, and the scenery is flowing westward.

The warm sun gradually thinned, and I don't know when the cold wind mixed with small snowflakes fell.

Ruixue Trillion Year.

As night fell, the ground was snow-white.

The reddish-brown confetti falling from the sparse and sparse sound of firecrackers is the only bright color in heaven and earth.

Li Lan took into account Mrs. Fu's experience and carefully prepared vegetarian dumplings for Mrs. Fu.

"Mother, I'll go and deliver a bowl of dumplings to Mrs. Fu first."

"The road is slippery in the snow, so Pingping doesn't want to go if it's not late."

Yu Shuishan looked at the snow that didn't stop flying like catkins, and said with a smile.

The smell of burning firecrackers in the air stimulates people's nerves and makes people can't help but rejoice.

The old lady smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, and the incense was divided one by one, "Go ahead, wear thick and thick, and bring a hanging whip, so that Mrs. Fu's small courtyard is also lively and lively." ”

Yu Shuishan should go down, carrying a full insulated lunch box and going out.

Yu Ping took Fei Wan's hand and stood in front of the window looking at the snow in the courtyard, the sound of firecrackers from time to time, the fireworks that exploded in the sky, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth never fell.

"It's nice to have a good New Year."

"Yes, that's good." Yu Feiwan looked sideways, his eyes were nostalgic and nostalgic.

The smell of the year always gets lighter and weaker as you get older.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had such a down-to-earth and lively Chinese New Year's Eve.

Every family is busy, full and happy, and there is a sense of ritual and participation to welcome the arrival of this day.

Adults and children.

"It's not too late, I'll tell you, it snows almost every Chinese New Year."

"I sometimes wonder if this is a New Year's gift."

"Rounding it off, all of us, as well as those flowers, plants, cats and dogs, have received gifts from heaven."

"Look, fireworks, there's fireworks again."

Yu Ping pointed to the brilliant fireworks in the sky and jumped happily.

Yu Feiwan's eyes reflected Yu Ping's cheerful figure.

Inside, the stove was blazing, and the water in the aluminum teapot was gurgling, as if it was happily echoing the firecrackers and fireworks in the streets.

"Pingping, don't look at it, peel some garlic."

"Auntie, I'll peel it."

Lin Haihong put down the incense in his hand and took the garlic from Li Lan's hand.

The heat is enough, and Lin Haihong's little face is pink and red.

Yu Ping smiled, "Then I'll go and share the incense." ”

"It's not too late to go."

Yu Ping and Yu Feiwan sat down beside the old lady and carefully divided the handfuls of incense into one by one.

"It's not too late, do you need it?" Yu Ping approached Yu Feiwan and whispered in a low voice.

"Smack."

The incense in Yu Feiwan's hand was broken, "No need." ”

Yu Ping blinked suspiciously, whether she really didn't need it or was embarrassed.

Or, or, when my mother and grandmother go to the temples tomorrow morning to burn incense and pray, she will also secretly worship it?

The number is not enough, so I will make it up sincerely.

Yu Ping's thoughts and thoughts are almost all written on her face, and she can see them at a glance.

Yu Feiwan glanced at it and knew the twists and turns in Yu Ping's heart.

I am most afraid of Yu Ping's sudden thoughtfulness.

At this time, Yu Shuishan stepped on the snow, one foot deeper, one foot deeper.

The light reflected in the houses made this snowy night extraordinarily bright.

You don't need a flashlight to see the road ahead.

"Aunt Fu, Aunt Fu."

Yu Shuishan sighed and said loudly.

Mrs. Fu's house is lit up with dim lights, and it is particularly warm in the north of this deserted village.

Mrs. Fu welcomed Yu Shuishan in, and dusted off the snow on Yu Shuishan's body with a feather duster, "There is such a big snow, you don't have to come over." ”

Yu Shuishan couldn't help but shudder, "Aunt Fu, Li Lan's dumpling making skills, you have to taste it." ”

As he spoke, he poured the steaming dumplings into the big bowl of Mrs. Fu's house.

"Aunt Fu, you eat it while it's hot."

"I also brought a whip, I'll go to the yard and put it off."

"It's a festive picture."

Yu Shuishan rubbed his hands and took out the whip from the pocket of his padded jacket.

The sound of crackling firecrackers rang out in the courtyard.

Mrs. Fu's eyes were red, and after quickly wiping them off, she urged Yu Shuishan to go home early.

"Aunt Fu, then I'll go back first."

Yu Shuishan's back gradually blended with the snow.

Mrs. Fu stood outside the gate of the fence courtyard and watched Yu Shuishan, looking at the prayer belt tied to the fence, and then looking at the firecracker crumbs falling in the yard, and finally held back the tears and burst out of her eyes.

The Shuishan family is old and young, and they have saved her life twice.

Yu Shuishan did not go straight home, but stopped outside the kiln for a while.

There is no electricity in the kiln building, and the people who live here basically rely on candles and kerosene lamps for heating.

So, at first glance, the light is very dim.

Yu Shuishan sighed and retracted his gaze, feeling heavy.

My mother should feel uncomfortable.

I hope that the eldest brother and sister-in-law can think clearly and live a good life.

The cold wind filled the smell of food, which made Yu Shuishan speed up his pace.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, have a good mood.

The big yellow dog is always the first to know about the return of his family.

The distinctly docile cry, the wagging tail that was extraordinarily cheerful.

"Mom, Dad is back."

"It's time to make dumplings."

Yu Ping is very sharp-eyed.

As soon as Yu Ping's words fell, Yu Shuishan's figure appeared at the gate.

"Burn incense."

"Whip up."

The old lady held a light incense in her hand, and took turns to burn incense and kowtow to the heaven and earth at home, the door god, the night of the stove king, and the ancestors.

After everything was done, Yu Shuishan lit firecrackers in the courtyard.

Sparks splashed in all directions, and the sound was loud and enthusiastic.

Yu Peng looked at the firecrackers with blank eyes, eager to get his hands on it himself.

When the firecrackers burned out, Yu Shuishan walked into the house, took out a few small cannons removed from the firecrackers from his pocket and put them in Yu Peng's palm.

"Put it in the box first, and after eating, Dad will take you to put it together."

Firecrackers have a natural attraction for boys.

Yu Peng nodded happily and put it in a cardboard box.

"It's time to eat!"

"Wash your hands when you should wash your hands, and take your chopsticks when you should hold them."

The family sat at the dining table together, savoring the Chinese New Year's Eve meal that had been prepared for an afternoon.

The fish is already stewed soft and rotten, and it is very fragrant.

"Be careful when eating fish and don't get caught in the thorns."

Li Lan instructed uneasily.

Yu Ping's eyes didn't look at the stewed fish, and her little head shook like a rattle, "I don't eat, I don't eat." ”

"I don't like to eat fish."

Yu Feiwan smiled without saying a word, nor did he poke it, he sandwiched a chopstick fish meat, carefully removed the thorns, and put it in Yu Ping's bowl, "Now you can like to eat." ”

She has been dependent on her mother for so many years, getting along day and night, and eating three meals a day, how can she not understand her mother's preferences.

It's not that my mother doesn't like to eat fish, but she was stuck by a fish bone when she was a child, and it was very thrilling, leaving a psychological shadow.

Therefore, after she tirelessly advertised how delicious the fish was, my mother tried to eat fish without spines.

Yu Ping's eyes were shining, "It's not too late, you're really good." ”

(End of chapter)