Chinese New Year's Eve is naturally a year of observance, and most of the north and south will do so.

Since you have to stay up all night, you have to eat something, and what you eat is different across the country, in fact, there is no unified standard, you can only say approximately.

The custom here in Jinling is to make a table of dishes, egg dumplings, eight-treasure rice, spring rolls, smoked fish......

Zhou Xiaoxia said that Shuzhong eats rice balls;

Fu Yuhua said that Yangcheng also eats rice balls;

Mo Qibin said that there are dumplings in Anwei, and there are dishes that make a table, and what dishes are not necessarily but must have fish.

Wu Dong's hometown eats dumplings.

Rolling the dumpling skin, making dumplings in the living room, making dumplings while watching TV, Ye Fen can top the four of them.

Originally, Wu Dong was also a good hand, but he hid it clumsily, because he only learned to roll dumpling wrappers and make dumplings after his parents died......

Wu Dong slowed down by looking at text messages and texting from time to time.

"You're endless, make dumplings, make dumplings, text and text, is your phone clean? I touched the phone and touched the dumpling skin, the dumpling is something to go into the mouth! ”

Wu Dong smiled, "Anyway, it's not going to be boiled with water, all the bacteria have been killed." ”

"Get out of the way! What do you say about the New Year! ”

You can't say death during the New Year, Wu Dong stuck out his tongue, "Then I won't cover it." ”

"Go, go, there aren't many of you, and you bury the dumplings."

Wu Gang clapped his hands, "Then I won't cover it, the two of us have to prepare to set off firecrackers." ”

……

In the 20 years of the Spring Festival Gala, Wu Dong has never watched it all!

In the middle, you have to eat dumplings, you have to take red envelopes for New Year's greetings, you have to go out to set off firecrackers, you have to send messages, and you have to call for New Year's greetings.

Colleagues and friends are sending messages at this time, and phone calls are between relatives.

Wu Gang called his eldest brother and father to greet the New Year, and Wu Dong and Ye Fen also followed with a few words of blessing;

The second aunt called her mother, after all, Xu Li was still here;

Zhang Min called her father, this feeling is amazing, she is still in the new air, but this year Liu Xiaojing took her place.

Zhang Min felt that she belonged here, and if she was in her own home today, she would be an outsider; But here, it seems that she should be here, and she and this family are actually seamless.

——

On Chinese New Year's Eve, not everyone doesn't talk about work.

It's not just loved ones who talk on the phone, either.

Liu Feifei was calling Secretary Zhang, the leader of Xinfeng, "Uncle Zhang, Happy New Year, Xiao Yang and I have New Year's greetings to you." ”

Liu Feifei's husband Yang Wei also called Secretary Zhang to greet the New Year.

There should be a personal relationship, not just a work relationship.

"Fei Fei, your school has really added luster to our new style this year, after the noon program was confirmed, the provincial and municipal leaders congratulated me.

Last time, you and Wen Jianguo said that you wanted to upgrade the art school to a junior college, and I think it's okay. In the past, it was said that Jinling Art School was not qualified to promote other art secondary schools, hahaha, now we are qualified.

After the New Year's promotion, we will go to the meeting, let the director of the Tibetan Bureau apply, and we will approve it and then report to the Provincial Department of Education for approval......"

……

Yang and Liu were not at their own home, but at Yang Wei's father's house for the New Year.

Yang Wei's father has retired at home, and he is sitting on the sofa watching TV at the moment, "Xiao Zhang, I will definitely agree, and the school leaders of your school have to work hard, hahaha, all of them are promoted to the next level!" ”

Liu Feifei nodded proudly.

Father Yang glanced at his daughter-in-law and said with a smile: "Fei Fei, you have to hold on to that Wu Dong...... Those who value affection make friends with kindness and righteousness, and put their hearts into their hearts......"

Liu Feifei nodded slightly.

Yang Wei felt that the atmosphere was too formal, and turned his head to look at the TV, "Ah, Wang Fei." Fei Fei, your idol is here. ”

……

Mochizuki Bay, Building 8.

Wu Gang exclaimed: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, don't clean up, come on, Wang Fei, your idol is here." ”

Wu Dong smiled, "When did Wang Fei become my mother's idol, isn't my mother's idol Teacher Li Guyi?" ”

"After listening to the meeting, Wang Fei is my idol.

Son, the lyrics and songs are all yours, don't embarrass my idol! ”

"Hahaha, every singer will be proud to have sung my Wu Dong's song!"

"Net TM bragging, saying you're fat, you're gasping." Ye Fen laughed and rubbed Wu Dong's hair messily.

Zhang Min laughed secretly on the side, it turned out that Wu Dong liked to rub other people's hair roots here.

Dad lit a cigarette, Mom leaned against him, and Daughter-in-law watched her jokes on the sidelines......

This ordinary scene, this fireworks is what Wu Dong needs.

On the TV, Wang Fei spoke slowly.

……

This Spring Festival Gala, for most people, there are two programs that cannot be missed, Wang Fei's song and Benshan's sketch.

A lot of people are busy rubbing mahjong, and usually, the sentry child comes over and shouts, "Wang Fei has appeared." ”

And then here, "Buckle the cards, listen to the song and then continue ......"

……

Wu Dong's family, his father extinguished the cigarette, his mother concentrated, Zhang Min and Xu Li leaned together, and Wu Dong put down his mobile phone.

……

"You are the way away,"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was ethereal and distant, and Wu Dongxin said, "It's worthy of her, others are always almost meaningless when they sing." ’

Everyone in front of the TV is unconsciously guessing who "you" refers to.

"You are the way away,"

"Lights in the Fog of the Mountains"

"I'm a child, walk in your eyes"

"You are the moon and the breeze"

"I'm your dream"

"Seeing or not seeing will be with you for a lifetime"

……

"Hey, Lao Li, do you understand?"

"No, I thought it was my parents who sang at first, but this, whether I saw or not, I hugged you all my life, how could my parents not see it?

This song is a bit interesting, it sings well, and the lyrics are intriguing! ”

Li Erdan's eyes widened suddenly! His eyes were glued to the screen.

……

"And I will love the world you love

May you smile as you wish

……

You are the river of years

The sky where the sparks are lit"

……

The old people didn't have any words, they already knew what the lyrics were singing.

The old man trembled and picked up his wine glass, which was originally meant to be poured out.

The juniors on the side hurriedly wanted to stop it, but the old man who usually giggled looked excited and not angry, and they subconsciously retracted again.

"You can take a bite too."

The old tall man, who had been joking with a hippie smile, said in a low voice: "It's not proper to drink directly, we should respect them first, and then we can drink ......"

The old man put his hand into the glass and sprinkled it to the sky, and then poured half a glass on the ground, and then drank it all.

"Hey, how good it is, they didn't have a family when they left."

"Lao Wu left the year before last, and now there are only the two of us left."

"Wu Dong, this bastard, wrote such a sad song for the New Year!"

"Chinese New Year's Eve to worship the ancestors, it's not wrong to remember the ancestors."

"Dad, you wipe your tears first......"

"Get out!"

"Wu Dong, this kid is a good boy!"

……

Hundreds of millions of TV viewers across the country, and adults with a little experience all know what Wang Fei is singing.

The children in front of the TV were still wondering why the parents who were still giggling just now were quiet.

……

"The mountains and rivers are unharmed, the fireworks are ordinary, but you can look at it as you wish", this is the emotional bond that cannot be separated from the blood of the Chinese.

The audience carefully flipped through the program list, Wu Dong, it's him again!

(End of chapter)