In the endless sound of firecrackers, Yu Feiwan fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

"It's not late, get up and put on new clothes."

Yu Feiwan felt that not long after he fell asleep, Yu Ping's crisp and pleasant voice came from his ears.

"Sleep a little longer."

"Get five more minutes of sleep." Yu Feiwan closed his eyes tightly and unconsciously covered his head for the rest of his life.

Under Yu Ping's coaxing, deception, and dragging, laziness is like sand between the fingers, and I can't hold it.

After Yu Feiwan washed up briefly, he turned around and saw three people in bright red clothes standing in a row.

Yu Peng, white and chubby, is the little Fuwa on the New Year's painting, naïve and cute.

Yu Ping, who is lined in red, has more and more of a feeling of peach and plum.

Fortunately, the peach blossom noodles of Zhiqing have been warm since then.

Turning her eyes to Lin Haihong, she was short of words, and could only think of a sentence about who was young and romantic.

A man depends on his clothes, and a horse depends on his saddle.

It was her shallow knowledge that she didn't know that the red cloth she disliked would be so eye-catching after being cut into clothes.

"Is it pretty?"

Yu Ping blinked her big eyes, her crow-like eyelashes fanned one by one, and there was nervousness and anticipation in her expression.

Yu Feiwan praised very sincerely, "It's just not too good-looking." ”

"People love each other, and flowers bloom."

Yu Ping pursed her lips and smiled, not as big as before.

This well-cut red dress seems to invisibly give Yu Ping a new image.

"Then you should go and change it too."

"Mom also specially sewed the buckle, saying that it was in line with the holiday atmosphere."

Yu Ping stretched out her hand and pulled Yu Feiwan and urged.

Yu Feiwan smiled in response, and when passing by Lin Haihong and Yu Peng, Yu Feiwan touched Yu Peng's little head, "Cousin and Peng Peng are also very good-looking." ”

Putting on his clothes, Yu Feiwan turned left and right.

It's not ugly, it's just that it's not obvious.

But Yu Ping's mouth was like smearing honey, and she memorized the praise idioms she had learned.

Nine times out of ten, the words don't make sense.

The remaining one or two are all looking forward to righteousness.

She caught a glimpse of Lin Haihong's face, and her smile turned red.

"True spirit."

The old lady looked up and down on crutches, and couldn't help nodding her head in agreement.

Yu Feiwan: ......

Spirit?

For a while, Yu Feiwan couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or not.

At this moment, several loud shouts sounded outside the gate, and they were basically arranged in advance to go to the temple to burn incense and pray together.

"These kids of yours are so handsome."

"This is the eldest grandson of your family, he looks handsome and studies well."

"As soon as I compare, I can't wait to clean up the bear children who have gone to the house and uncovered the tiles."

Several women, who looked a few years younger than the old lady, praised with smiles on their eyebrows.

It's polite, but also sincere envy.

In these ten miles and eight villages, there is no one who does not envy Lin Qingshan and his wife for having such a competitive son as Lin Haihong.

Lin Haihong was a little uncomfortable with such an enthusiastic look, and lowered his head.

But the neighbors who are happy for the New Year are very idle, and continue to joke, "Listen to your mother, when you first go to school at the age of nine, you will memorize 300 Tang poems, and you can also do mental arithmetic, and you will never make a mistake." ”

"You give us aunts and aunts a back, so that we can also see the prodigy."

A middle-aged woman also hurriedly chimed in, "Wait, wait, I have to go and bring the loser of my family." ”

"That loser is fifteen years old after the New Year, and he still doesn't have a positive shape every day, he can't read well, he doesn't learn a craft, he doesn't go home, and he wanders around the town and county like a street slipper all day long."

"This is also the New Year, otherwise I wouldn't be able to call it back."

"Didn't they all say that you can become a pig or something if you are with a pig, wait and carry it, let me shout."

Yu Feiwan's head was full of black lines, and he looked at Lin Haihong sympathetically.

Is this different from defecating in the street in public?

In addition to not smelling......

It seems that not everyone can absorb this enthusiasm.

"Don't, don't, my eldest grandson is thin-skinned, don't tease him."

"There are so many temples inside and out, let's not delay, go early and return early."

The old lady smiled and relieved Lin Haihong.

Li Lan also happened to pack up, carrying a basket, tightly encircled, and a clean headscarf on her arm.

"Mother-in-law, wrap yourself in a headscarf, let's go out."

As soon as Li Lan came out, the focus of the topic revolved around clothes.

Dealing with these parents' shortcomings, Li Lan is handy.

The noise of you and me gradually faded away, and Lin Haihong breathed a long sigh of relief.

After only a while, Lin Haihong's face was already red and dripping blood.

Yu Feiwan asked curiously: "You can memorize 300 Tang poems?" ”

Lin Haihong blushed and nodded slightly.

"How long have you been carrying it?"

"I haven't counted it, so I've written it down piecemeal."

Yu Feiwan pulled the corners of his mouth, hateful, and was pretended by Lin Haihong again, invisible, the most deadly.

"Cousin, I'm not a prodigy, I just read a lot and memorize a lot."

"I'm also an ordinary person." Lin Haihong raised his head and explained anxiously.

Yu Feiwan patted Lin Haihong on the shoulder, "Ordinary IQ, I understand, I understand." ”

She swore that she really wasn't sour, she was envious and jealous at best.

She thought of the jokes that someone summed up in the screen lines in later generations, Liu Yifei, a rural village woman, who was mediocre and unremarkable.

Now there is Lin Haihong, a peerless little genius who has skipped grades one after another and studied ahead of time, saying that he is also an ordinary person.

Please, in the next life, she will be so mediocre and ordinary.

"Come over and eat."

"The dumpling soup is sticky."

Yu Shuishan wore an apron, and his voice was as warm and pleasant as ever.

Yu Ping looked at her brand-new clothes, touched her shriveled stomach, and finally gritted her teeth and decided, "Dad, I'm not hungry." ”

She can't just put it on and she will drop the rice residue oil spots.

Yu Shuishan's expression did not change, "You can bring a small bib of Peng Peng, or change it first." ”

"After eating in a while, we can build a snowman."

"Didn't you always think about building a snowman and using a carrot as a snowman's nose the other day?"

"I didn't go to work during the Chinese New Year, and it snowed heavily last night."

Yu Ping's eyes lit up, "Then, then I'll change it down first, and I'll wear it when I go out." ”

"It's not too late, cousin, do you want to build a snowman together in a while?"

"The snowman I built with my dad was big and cute."

"Almost every year during the Chinese New Year, one will be piled up, and it won't melt for several days."

Yu Ping is not asking, but inviting.

Yu Feiwan and Lin Haihong didn't hesitate much, so they nodded in response.

No matter how cold the wind is, it can't extinguish the fire in their hearts.

Lin Haihong is ready to move because he hasn't piled it up and tried new things.

As for her.

It's also a revisit to an old dream.

Of the four little red babies, only Yu Peng was left in a blink of an eye.

Yu Peng is young, and he can't realize the importance of new clothes for people who have been sewing and mending for three years in this era.

(End of chapter)