The years of red flags

Chapter 95

In the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, Jiang Hua was making dumplings, while Zhong Shanyue was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. The radio was still on, singing Mei Lanfang’s Fishermen and Killers. While reading the newspaper, the old man shook his head and listened to the play. Completely like a patriarch.

It was snowing outside, but the old man didn't feel that the auspicious snow is a sign of a good year. He put down the newspaper and stood in front of the window.

"I don't know what Yuemin is doing now?"

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I miss my son, that's okay. He's only a second-year soldier, and he doesn't have family leave, so just write a letter if he wants to. If he's lucky now, he'll be helping the cooking class prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. I guess he will be with the family. I also make dumplings, and if I’m unlucky, I’ll stand guard in the wind and snow.”

"Hey, that's not right." Jiang Hua said suddenly: "Yuemin really doesn't know how to brave the wind and snow. He served as a soldier in the southwest and basically never had snow."

Zhong Shanyue walked to the table, looked at the table full of dumplings, frowned and said, "It's just us father and son, why are you making so many dumplings, isn't it a waste?"

While making dumplings, Jiang Hua said: "I told you earlier, let you find a companion, if there is a mother here, would you still use me to make dumplings to serve you? We are lonely, and there are four or five in my school. I’m a classmate, and the cafeterias are closed this New Year’s Eve, so I can only eat cornbread and drink hot water, as a native of the capital, don’t I have to show my respect as a landlord?”

"Okay, you kid is very humane, and you know how to give dumplings to your classmates, but why do you pay for that? Invite them home. There are more people, and the New Year will be more lively, so we won't be alone."

Jiang Hua looked up at his father, and said with a smile, "Your old man doesn't have a clear understanding of where you are. What's your status?"

"What is my status? I am serving the people, so I don't care about being high or low."

"Last time, I invited people to the door. They saw the posture of the compound, and there were guards at the door, and asked about your position, and refused to come in. Coming here for the New Year’s Eve dinner, I’m guessing I’m also trembling, there’s no sense of the New Year.”

Zhong Shanyue said mockingly: "Oh, I am out of touch with the masses!"

"Well, so, go down and investigate when you have time. Don't sit in the office all the time. Sitting for a long time is not good for your health. Be anxious about the needs of the people and think about what the people think."

Zhong Shanyue watched his son talking freely, nodded with a smile, and asked, "Are you just bringing dumplings to your classmates?"

"How can it be? There are peanuts, melon seeds, sugar, and some snacks. The little belly and blood sausage are also given away. At least it should look like a Chinese New Year."

Zhong Shanyue returned to the sofa, looked at Jiang Hua who was making dumplings, and said, "Tell me, in the blink of an eye, you are all grown up. When you were young, you, Yue Min, Zheng Tong, Yuan Jun, a few little boys, the Chinese New Year is here. When I was sneaking around at home looking for candies, it seemed like the immediate thing, now you are the only one left."

"Yuan Jun and Yuemin are both soldiers. Only Zheng Tong is the most miserable. He is still in the northwest countryside. Fortunately, he can eat enough now. There are also chickens and fish during the Chinese New Year. In the previous communication, Zheng Tong said that he especially enjoys this kind of life, except Farming is a bit tiring, and he spends the rest of the time studying history, and his heart has never been so peaceful."

Zhong Shanyue said with emotion, "Study is good. I ran out of the Shonan Normal University to serve as a soldier. I still miss the days when I was studying at school."

"Dad, I heard that you admire Mr. Shuren the most."

"Yes, sir's article is pungent and hits the nail on the head. It makes people both happy and scared after reading it."

Jiang Hua suddenly thought of something funny, so he asked: "Then explain to me, sir, the last sentence in the autumn night, in my back garden, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree , the other one is also a jujube tree, what does it mean?"

Zhong Shanyue said with a smile: "Can you stop thinking about such a sad article during the Chinese New Year? How can you understand Mr. Shuren's loneliness? This also includes the brotherhood between him and Zuoren."

The old man has two brushes. The two were talking and laughing. Jiang Hua wrapped the dumplings and cooked them neatly.

He had already prepared a few thermos buckets, filled the dumplings, wrapped them in a cotton coat, carried the prepared things, and was ready to go to school.

"Dad, if you're hungry, make dumplings by yourself. I'll go to school first."

Zhong Shanyue waved his hand: "Go, I can't take care of myself when I am an old man, please slow down on the road and don't fall."

Jianghua didn't ride a bicycle, and the snow on the road was relatively thick, so cycling was not as safe as walking.

After a deep kick and a shallow kick, I finally came to the school, knocked on the door of the dormitory, and heard the person inside asking weakly: "Who is it?"

"Jiang Hua, who else can miss you today?"

With a bang, the door was opened.

Zhang Dongfang asked: "Brother's Eve, why don't you stay at home and come to the dormitory?"

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I'm afraid you will starve to death. What to eat today, I'm afraid it's a steamed bun. The Chinese New Year has a bit of a Chinese New Year atmosphere. I will send you delicious food."

Jiang Hua shook the things in front of his eyes a few times, and everyone who didn't go home got off the bed.

Lin Zhidan said in surprise: "It's delicious? Great, it finally looks like a Chinese New Year."

"Hot dumplings, I know that you southerners don't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but this is the north, you do as the Romans do, so you should take care of yourself."

Zhang Dongfang opened an insulated bucket, and the steaming hot dumplings were crystal clear, so greedy to look at.

Zhang Dongfang said happily: "What else to choose, such delicious dumplings, I want to eat them just by looking at them."

Jiang Hua put down the bag in his hand, opened the zipper and said, "Not only dumplings, but also sugar, peanuts, melon seeds, blood sausage, small belly, and two bottles of Erguotou."

Liu Weidong took a sip of the aroma of the dumplings, and said happily: "Hey, it's really Chinese New Year, Jiang Hua, thank you for thinking of us, first I wish you a happy New Year."

Others also said: "That's right, Jiang Hua, Happy New Year."

Jiang Hua also said to several archers: "Happy New Year, I wish you all progress in your studies and success in your career in the new year."

Zhang Dongfang looked out of the window and said, "Jiang Hua, I won't keep you here. Hurry up and celebrate the New Year with your uncle. The snow seems to be getting heavier. Be careful on the road."

Others also woke up like a dream: "Yes, yes, go back quickly, help us take care of uncle, and say that we wish him good health and all the best."

Jiang Hua walked on the road against the wind and snow, and the sky gradually darkened. At this time, the sound of crackling firecrackers pierced through his ears. It was the New Year, and another New Year was coming.

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(End of this chapter)