Old time light and shadow

The Cheng family's tea post still didn't invite Gu Qingjiu.

Fu Qiao went to Cheng's teahouse and took a look, hehe, quite a few people were invited.Forget about business comings and goings, people from the Wang family were also invited, as well as people from Nanjing, and a few Japanese.

Mr. Cheng was sitting on the table in the teahouse. He was old and thin, but he looked hale and hearty, especially his eyes, which were not cloudy like ordinary old people, and were slightly sunken with shrewdness.

When Old Master Cheng saw Fu Qiao coming, he didn't get up, and sat motionless in his seat, playing with two iron walnuts in his hand.

Said lightly to Fu Qiao, "Adjutant Qiao is here."

Neither humble nor overbearing, the voice is full of air.

Fu Qiao cupped his hands slightly at him, "Mr. Cheng is still in good spirits."

Old Master Cheng just glanced at him indifferently, then scanned the lobby again,

"Commander Gu is not giving face."

Clearly pointing out that Gu Qing hasn't come for a long time.

The Cheng family couldn't figure it out, Gu Qingjiu had gone to most of the other people's banquets, and when it was his Cheng's turn, there was no one there.

Fu Qiao smiled slightly, "Mr. Cheng, what are you talking about. Commander Gu can not give anyone's face, but Mr. Cheng's face must be given."

Mr. Cheng's eyes were like knives, scraping across Fu Qiao, but he didn't speak.

"There have been a lot of military affairs in the past two days, and the invitations from everyone are hard to refuse. These days, we have been sleepless, and Commander Gu is not iron-clad."

The meaning in the words was that they exhausted Gu Qingjiu.

Old Master Cheng snorted, "Adjutant Qiao can also talk."

Fu Qiao smiled lightly, "It's not me who can speak, but Commander Gu who can be a man."

As he spoke, he handed Mr. Cheng a jar of things in front of everyone.

"Commander Gu himself is reluctant to drink the best Sichuan side tea."

Mr. Cheng loves tea, so he snorted and stopped worrying too much, and sent someone to put away the tea.

Naturally, Gu Qingjiu didn't ask Fu Qiao to take this tea, and Fu Qiao also knew that he couldn't get along without something.

He handed over another box of cigars, "It's a new thing, Mr. Cheng also smokes it for fun."

Old Master Cheng just took the box of cigars as usual.

"Commander Gu really knows how to behave."

The tea invited by Cheng's family made Fu Qiao cleverly round it up.

In the blink of an eye, it was the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, and Gu Qingjiu stayed at home with He Sinian for several days in a row, staying out of the gate all day long.

"Brother Qing, what number is it today?" He Sinian put his head in front of Gu Qingjiu, and there was still a stack of documents under him.

Gu Qingjiu has been reading documents in the study for the past few days, and He Sinian sometimes helps him tidy up when he has nothing to do.

He Sinian didn't think about it blindly, and Gu Qingjiu also saved a lot of trouble.

"It's 23." Gu Qingjiu held a pen in his hand and looked at the document without raising his head.

He Sinian's hands froze when he was sorting out the files, his eyes lit up, and the expression on his face became much happier.

"So fast! Is it almost New Year's Eve?"

"Well. Chinese New Year is coming soon."

He Sinian was happy, "I've never celebrated the New Year outside by myself."

"It's all from Jiang An's memory?" Gu Qingjiu answered in a neutral tone.

He Sinian nodded,

"When I was young, I lived with a group of partners in the theater troupe, and the master. Later, we sang by ourselves, and it was just the two of us."

Gu Qing didn't speak for a long time, but just nodded.

"When I was young, what I looked forward to most was the Chinese New Year. I could have a good meal, and I could receive New Year's money from my master, and sometimes I would have new clothes to wear."

"Eating candied haws, setting off firecrackers, receiving lucky money, and wearing new clothes, I am the happiest."

Talking like thinking of something funny

"Later, I grew up, but Xiao Chongzi still bought me new clothes every year. It was still the bright red one."

Gu Qingjiu remained silent.

He Sinian looked at Gu Qing without speaking for a long time, and asked him

"Brother Qing, what about you?"

Gu Qingjiu was not habitually silent this time,

"When I was young, I didn't like Chinese New Year the most, but I liked it later."

He Sinian was stunned, "Why?"

"There are many rules."

"No amount of rules can stop the joy of Chinese New Year."

Gu Qingjiu explained, "You have to sweep the house, you have to kowtow, and you have to speak nicely."

He Sinian nodded half-understood, "Then why did I like it again later?"

Gu Qingjiu rubbed He Sinian's hair, but didn't speak.

He Sinian was bored, so he counted on his fingers,

"23, sticky melon,

24, sweep the house,

25, grind tofu,

26, stew pot meat,

27, kill a chicken,

28, hair the face,

29, steamed buns,

Thirty nights stay up all night,

On the first day of the new year, twist it. "

He Sinian chuckled, his eyes narrowed into slits,

"It's so fast! It's the Chinese New Year again!"