The first Spring Festival after the wind came over.

Bright lighting, the right temperature, and comfortable home clothing.

The coffee table is full of fruits, snacks, sweets, drinks, and a full coffee table.

On the left of Fengyin is Grandma Yun, and on the single-seater sofa on the right is Zhang Boer, who is very comfortable to sit in.

On the cashmere blanket at their feet lay Allah and the black girl, and in front of them there was an oversized plate with something suitable for them.

The large high-definition TV, playing joyful music, singing and dancing, just an opening, at least a few hundred people, plus dozens of stars.

The three men and two dogs went to the square, where many people were already setting off fireworks.

It feels pretty good.

After the three of them put it away, they walked back, and Grandma Yun looked at the cheerful children and said, "Actually, the children are still happy, we don't think it's interesting, it's just that the era was too bitter, and only the New Year can we eat a little bit good, so I'm looking forward to it." ”

The children are the happiest, running around in the square, chasing and playing, all kinds of small fireworks emerge in endlessly, and everyone also comments on each other, which one is good to put and which one is funny.

That night, the voices in the city were not broken.

"Eat dumplings!"

During this period, the mobile phone kept ringing, all of them were happy Spring Festival text messages, and some were phone calls.

Make dumplings, cook dumplings, set off firecrackers.

"It's good to look at it or not, at least it's lively, and it's going to be lively during the New Year."

"Now the standard of living is better, and the food is normal, but the children are still the happiest."

Grandma Yun watched it very happily and seriously.

It was close to twelve o'clock, Feng Yin glanced at his phone, and then looked at it again, should he wait until after twelve o'clock to call?

I guess so.

The three of them didn't set the table anymore, they sat directly on the sofa, eating and watching, and the picture was an atmosphere.

Wind Yin agreed.

Feng Yin saw Li Sanyi's parents for the first time, with a strong academic style, and the picture with Li Sanyi, how do you look like the sad urging of the director of discipline to go to my house for the New Year.

Li Sanyi and Lin Yu even made a video call.

Those who bask in Chinese New Year's Eve dinners, those who bask in reunions, those who bask in fireworks, in short, have a happy picture.

Whether you know or don't know each other, you can say a good New Year when you meet, and your beautiful smile infects everyone.

To be exact, I didn't sit down and watch TV with the people I cared about.

The three of them returned home, put the dumplings in the pot, and it didn't take long for them to be cooked.

There are more photos to commemorate the occasion, how can you not post it on Moments at such a moment?

"Yes, lively."

"Ten, nine, eight...... Three, two, one! ”

It's been a long, long time since she's sat down like this and watched TV.

"It's the New Year!"

"Eat dumplings!"

I don't eat much dumplings, after all, snacks and fruits have never been broken.

After greeting each other, the two sides hung up the phone.

The three of them chatted while watching, until about nine o'clock in the evening, and began to make dumplings.

The language programs of the Spring Festival Gala may not be satisfactory, but the singing and dancing programs are very lively, which is very in line with the atmosphere of the New Year.

Feng Yin held Grandma Yun's arm and said approvingly: "Yes, Zifei knows the joy of fish, children like the New Year, and when they grow up, now it will be their good memories." ”

Feng Yin was waiting for Cheng Yanqiu's call.

"Happy Chinese New Year!"

On TV, the New Year's Eve is punctual, and how many fireworks are set off outside the window at this moment.

"Please enjoy the song brought by Cheng Yanqiu, it's you."