Red apricots make spring

Chapter 97
Time flies, half a year has passed in a blink of an eye, the weather has turned cold, and it is the end of the year.

In her tender memory, Chinese New Year is usually the time when she feels the loneliest.When I was young, I was accompanied by my grandpa, but every New Year’s Eve, my grandpa cooked a whole table of delicious food, but only two people ate it at the end, as if the whole table of dishes was just for To set off their loneliness, so in order not to let grandpa feel that loneliness, she always bury her head in hard work, stuffing her stomach round, but she can't fill the empty heart.

When the overwhelming sound of firecrackers sounded outside, mixed with the sound of children laughing and screaming into the room, the room that usually looked cramped became so empty in Wen Wen's eyes.A very cold feeling overflowed from my heart and spread from every corner of the room, not just because of the rich dishes on the table that were getting cold.

At this time, she would obediently pick up the wine bottle on the table, fill a glass of wine for grandpa, then pour a small glass for herself, and then said with a smile, "Grandpa, I will have a drink with you." Outside the window The colorful streams of fireworks flashed from time to time, reflected in her eyes, making them even more crystal clear, in which the longing for the family members who passed away was deeply hidden.

After her grandfather passed away, during the Chinese New Year, she would have no one to accompany her at all.Even if you are a chef, you will often be too lazy to cook at this time. The refrigerator is full of quick-frozen food, and the coffee table is full of snacks. However, a bottle of good wine is always indispensable.On the night of New Year's Eve, she sat alone in front of the TV, listening to the voices and laughter inside, and then ate some mushy quick-frozen dumplings. She kept watch until midnight, filled a wine glass, and respected her grandfather.

Those years that have passed have left an indelible memory in her heart. Even if she leaves that world now, she will never forget her long-gone relatives, but what about this year?It should be lively, right?Although the people around her are not pure relatives for her, they have friends.

Gentle and lazily leaning on the bed, watching Xiaohuan sitting in front of the window smiling and twisting the window grille, Wen Gang in the room outside shouted angrily: "Wrong writing again! Oh, my handwriting is so ugly! If Brother Ye is here All right."

"Xiaoyu, he will come back for the New Year, right?" Mother Wen hesitated for a moment, then took Wen Gang's words.

"He said he would come back. The martial arts hall will always be closed during the Chinese New Year. Where can he go if he doesn't come back?" Wen Gang said with excitement, "I haven't seen him for three or four months. Yes, I don’t know how his martial arts is going, whether he can beat the second son Sun who is as strong as a cow across the street.”

"What's so good about playing around?" Mother Wen disagreed, "He might as well be studying with you! I think you are a good teacher now. You can even keep accounts at a young age. I'm afraid it will be next year." You can go to the talent test."

"I don't want to be a scholar, I want to help my sister as an accountant." While cutting the red paper for writing couplets, Wen Gang muttered: "My sister is too hard working alone, I want to help her more. Besides, what's the use of being a scholar? If you can't pass the exam, you can only open a small private school like Mr. Xu, and spend your whole life in a wimpy way."

"Look at you! What are you talking about!" Mother Wen said anxiously: "What's wrong with being a scholar? Those who can read and write don't have to ask for an official! You listen to what your mother said, take the exam next year, our Wen family, but never If you have never been a scholar, if you pass the exam, your ancestors will be honored."

"Ancestor, ancestor..." Wen Gang muttered in a low voice: "They didn't know which family they were reincarnated into. Even if I passed the exam, they didn't know."

"You... hey... you brat, you can say such things!" Mother Wen hurriedly stood up, and bowed to the tablet of the ancestors of the Wen family on the incense case: "Don't blame the ancestors, little brother The child's mouth is open."

Wen Gang let out a "chi" laugh, ignored Mother Wen, and walked into Wenrou's room with the couplet that had been written and the ink was still wet. Will you see it soon?"

There was a pot of charcoal in Wenrou's room, which was so warm that it made her drowsy. When asked by Wen Gang, she just glanced sleepily at the couplet. The second line is "Treasures from all directions come into the house", and he smiled unconsciously: "You are honest, what is the horizontal batch?"

"I haven't written it yet!" Wen Gang said with a silly smile, "I'm going to write the five characters 'family and everything'."

"Let's just write it like this, and I'll post it for you later." Gentle smiled slightly, this couplet is vulgar, but folk customs are not so elegant, if everyone can understand them, it's enough to please them. , there is no need to show off elegance.

"No, I can post it myself!" Wen Gang said with a smile: "It's so easy for the shop to close for the Chinese New Year, you and Xiaohuan, why don't you take a break for two days, I've packed all the necessities for the New Year, you make an order, and I'll go buy it. "

"Then why don't you even help me cook the Chinese New Year's dishes." Rourou said with a funny smile.The custom of Chinese New Year here is the same as that of the original world. They pay attention to a table of good food and wine on the night of New Year's Eve. Even poor families have to try to scrape together two dollars and buy two catties of meat to make dumplings.

"Cooking..." Wen Gang frowned in embarrassment and said, "As long as you don't think it tastes bad, I'll do it!"

"Again, you are a man, what kind of food do you cook?" Wen's mother heard it outside, and shouted: "Hurry up, write and paste your horizontal script, and later, you will grind it out." The ink is frozen into icicles!"

"Mother is exaggerating again, the room is so warm, how could it freeze into lumps of ice..." Wen just lifted the cotton curtain and came out, but saw that Mother Wen put out the pot of charcoal fire in the living room, and couldn't help but wondered: " Mother, what are you doing! You want to freeze me to death!"

"Isn't there a charcoal basin in the back room? There's no need for it in this hall! After this winter, I can save some charcoal money." Mama Wen said, breathing in her hand, warming the frozen body hand, and threaded the needle against the sun outside.

"You can't save money like this! If you freeze someone to death, you'll have to pay for the doctor's money and medicine money!" Wen Gang was extremely dissatisfied.

"Stop talking, go write your handwriting, and go into the back room to warm up after you finish writing." Mother Wen is especially stubborn when it comes to saving money.

Ruan heard the two of them arguing inside, and couldn't help but look at Xiaohuan and smile wryly.She has never been able to understand Mama Wen's thoughts. Although she knows that Mama Wen has been used to hardships in the past and has developed a habit of saving, but even if the family is not rich enough to be as rich as pearls and gold as iron, it is more comfortable to have two pots of charcoal fire in winter. It is always possible, why bother yourself so much to save two small money?Furthermore, earning money is to live a good life, to enjoy life, earning money and not spending it, what's the point of hiding it under a box?This is really to die for money and suffer!But she didn't bother to say this to Mother Wen. They hadn't spoken for more than half a year. Let her do what Mother Wen liked! .
(End of this chapter)