The snowflakes were falling bigger and bigger, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snow.

At this time, the door of Zeng Lin's house on the opposite side suddenly opened, revealing a grimace, it was Zeng Lei.

Seeing this, Wang Fan bowed his head slightly and smiled in response.

Soon, Zeng Lei turned around and started to work in a burst of shouting.

Approaching the end of the year, the whole city is bustling with excitement, Rao is Zeng Lin brewed a lot of wine in advance, but it is still not enough, taking advantage of the fact that there are fewer guests in the morning, it can be used to make wine at this time.

After noon, the temperature rose a little, and the number of pedestrians on the street increased a lot, and Senior Brother Wang Fan sat alone in the shop, with a bonfire next to him to keep warm.

Otherwise, in such a cold weather, sitting all the time, except for the hands that must be moved, the rest of the body is definitely cold.

A man paints quietly, and apart from the wine next to him, he is not at all interested in the outside world, and he spends several days in a row.

On this day, and the last day of the year, Zeng Lei ran to Wang Fan's shop early in the morning, and said familiarly: "Uncle Wang, my father dragged me to you, and I still came to our house for dinner tonight, and I didn't miss your share of the dishes and chopsticks." ”

Hearing this, Wang Fan raised his head, looked at the stone in front of him, and nodded in agreement.

In the past five years, he has eaten every Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at Zeng Lei's house, which has brought a touch of warmth to his cold heart.

The three wine worms gathered together, inevitably drinking, and pots of wine poured into Wang Fan's stomach.

Every time this day, he wants to get drunk, hoping that none of this is true, and that he is still living peacefully with his parents.

However, when I woke up from my dream the next day, I felt a sense of emptiness that was both worldly and independent.

However, Wang Fan also calmed down very quickly, and began a boring and interesting life day after day.

In the blink of an eye, four years have passed, and Zeng Lei has also grown into an adult, the whole person is mighty and majestic, and the whole is a sturdy man.

And just last year, Zeng Lin and his wife gave Zeng Lei a family affair, and the date was set on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month.

His wife Wang Fan has also seen it, it is a virtuous woman, but a good daughter-in-law.

On this day, Wang Fan rarely got up early, after all, today is the day of Zeng Lei's marriage, how can he, as his uncle, not go.

Before leaving, he brought with him a painting of Zeng Lei's own family, including his daughter-in-law who had not yet passed the door.

At this time, outside the door of the Zeng family's liquor flag, there were endless guests who came to congratulate them, carrying all kinds of things in their hands.

Even if some beggars came here, Zeng Lin and his wife would give them some candy and the like.

After all, today is a good day, and it is better to be angry and make money.

It didn't take long for a white horse and a sedan chair to appear in the distance, and Zeng Lei, as the groom's official, sat on the white horse with a smile on his face.

After a while, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, Zeng Lei's welcoming team came to his own wine flag and stopped.

Zeng Lei turned over and dismounted, and in the noise of the surrounding guests, he slowly walked to the sedan chair, and raised his hand to lift the sedan curtain.

Suddenly, a woman came out, but her head was covered with a red curtain, which was embroidered with festive patterns such as dragons and phoenixes.

When the two came to Zeng Lin and his wife, Zeng Lei lifted the red cloth hijab, revealing a delicate face.

Seeing this, everyone around them gaged one after another, praising Zeng Lei for taking a virtuous daughter-in-law, and Zeng Lei smiled at this.

After a while, he came to Wang Fan's side and whispered, "Uncle Wang..."

Wang Fan nodded, took out a painting scroll, and said slowly: "This is your wedding gift." ”

Hearing this, Zeng Lei's eyes widened, and then he couldn't stop being surprised, and immediately opened the painting scroll.

Suddenly the contents of it were revealed, it was Zeng Lin's family of four, gathered together in a reunion.

The guests around also saw this painting and showed surprise.

This painting is lifelike, almost like a real person, but unfortunately Zeng Lei and others are here, even if this painting is similar, it can't be fake.

"Uncle Wang, this painting is too much... It's too valuable!" Zeng Lei naturally knew the price of Wang Fan's painting, and this painting was sky-high.

Hearing this, Wang Fan showed an unhappy look on his face, stretched out his hand and refused: "I said it to you, then you can accept it, and treat it as the money I have drunk over the years!"

Hearing this, Zeng Lei hesitated a little, but finally accepted the painting and solemnly handed it to his mother.

"Uncle Wang, I have a lot of wine at home, as long as you are willing to drink it, you can drink this wine every day, anyway, it is not bad for your pot ......" Zeng Lei said solemnly.

With the lively noise, Zeng Lei married and started a family like this, but he didn't leave this house, and found another place to live, which was enough, they naturally wouldn't spend money indiscriminately, not to mention that Zeng Lei's daughter-in-law didn't mind this.

From spring to autumn, the streets are full of fallen leaves, especially the maple leaves, which cover the entire street.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the maple leaves on and under the trees rattled and drifted into the distance, becoming floating duckweed.

Wang Fan walked out of the store at this time, wearing thick clothes and a fur hat on his head that could cover his ears, and the whole person was an extremely ordinary mortal.

If there are people who know Wang Fan, I am afraid they will not be able to recognize him, this is not only a change in appearance, but more importantly, Wang Fan's temperament is completely different from a few years ago.

At this time, he is no different from ordinary mortals, and more importantly, Wang Fan seems to be like a god from his bones.

Over the years, Wang Fan has come to middle age on the surface, and his whole body is still very straight, but he is no different from those middle-aged mortals who have been busy all their lives.

However, if you look carefully, a trace of essence flashes in Wang Fan's eyes from time to time, giving people an extraordinary feeling.

After locking the door of the store, Wang Fan put away the key, turned around, a cold wind blew, he had to tighten his neckline, and he was about to walk into the distance.

At this time, a sturdy young man walked out of the Zeng family wine banner opposite, he was carrying some wine koji in his hand, and when he saw Wang Fan, he grinned and said, "Uncle Wang, go to the play again?"

Wang Fan turned around and said with a smile: "That's right!"

Looking at Wang Fan's back, Zeng Lei sighed in his heart, he vaguely remembered that Uncle Wang had said that he would go back to marry his daughter-in-law after making money.

But Uncle Wang made so much money, but he still didn't go back to marry a wife, and he didn't see the wife that Uncle Wang said.

And now he is married, but Uncle Wang is still ......

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly, but he wouldn't run to ask about everything like before, and sometimes it was better to not know.