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In the blink of an eye, it’s New Year’s Eve. On New Year’s Eve, according to Jing Luo’s tradition, they have to post couplets for reunion dinner. Before Xie Shuyi came, he only had to post couplets. have.

But this year the letter of thanks also came, and this year the two links are complete.

After breakfast, the two posted the couplets early.When posting the couplets, Boss Jing regretted it all the time, because the lanterns were hung up early, and the wind blown all the dirt.

After posting the couplets, they settled down in Laifu, and the two of them took their things and prepared to go to the old lady's house.

Jing Luo was carrying a box of fireworks, just as he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that he didn't bring his Laba garlic, so he rushed to Xie Shu and said, "Wait a minute, I left something behind."

Xie Shu also looked at the big and small bags in his hand, then at the box of fireworks on the ground, and a few firecrackers, "There are still things."

"Your garlic." After finishing speaking, he ran back to the house.

"It's your garlic!"

After a while, Boss Jing came back with his garlic, and he waved his hand at Xie Shuyi, "It's almost ready to eat." After speaking, he put it into a bag that Xie Shuyi was carrying, "Come on, you close the door."

Xie Shu also locked the door, picked up his things, "Okay, let's go."

Because it is New Year's Eve, the spacious road is particularly bright. Xie Shu also noticed that every household here has posted couplets, and some even posted door bills. From a distance, it is red, which looks particularly festive and solemn.

"Is this a sense of New Year's ritual?" Xie Shuyi asked with a smile.

Jing Luo followed Xie Shuyi's gaze, "Don't you have to have a sense of ritual in life?"

"Yes, a sense of ritual."

But I have never experienced this sense of ritual.

The two walked the ceremony all the way to the old lady's house.

Pushing open the door, no one was seen, only the sound of cooking in the kitchen was heard, and a scent wafted out from the gap in the kitchen door.

"Grandma, here we come." Xie Shu also put down his things and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Hey, come on, don't stand here, go back and sit in the living room, there is a lot of oily smoke, it's choking."

It was only then that Xie Shuyi noticed that the old lady was frying things. There were meatballs, fish, and some things he had never seen before, and the pot was already full.

"Fried... so many." Xie Shuyi's eyes were straightened, he had only seen so many in the store.

Jing Luo also came in at this time, "I've learned a lot," he took a cold meatball from the side plate and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's a bit salty," he said, and gave Xie Shuyi another One, "Try it."

"Is it salty?" The old lady also took one to taste, "It's okay, not salty."

Xie Shu also took a sip, and it was a bit different from what he ate outside. Although the taste was similar, the feelings were very different.

"How does it taste, Xie? Are you still used to it?"

"I'm used to eating, it's delicious, grandma is good at cooking." Xie Shuyi said with a smile.

"As long as it's delicious, I'm afraid you won't be used to it." The old lady said, "Okay, you two don't stand here, go out and stay, just post the couplet for me."

"Where are the couplets?" Jing Luo asked.

"It's in the cabinet under the TV, just open."

"Okay," Jing Luo patted Xie Shuyi's shoulder, "Let's go, let's go to work."

Xie Shu was also watching the old lady blow things up with interest, thinking it was very interesting, he responded with his mouth, but didn't move his body.

"Okay, don't look at it, you can't do this kind of work."

Xie Shu also glanced at him, and followed him to the living room. There was no sound of the range hood, and the voice of the two of them was much clearer, "Would you do it?" Xie Shuyi asked suddenly.

Jing Luo was bending down to open the door of the cabinet, but he didn't react for a moment, he asked, "What will happen?"

"Fry those things, can you?"

"Half and half," Jing Luo poked around in the cabinet twice, took out the couplet, and asked with a smile, "Why are you so interested in cooking? Do you want to learn?"

"You didn't even give me a chance." Xie Shu also said.

This is indeed the case, except for washing the dishes and thanking letters, he is rarely allowed to enter the kitchen. It is not because he is afraid of any damage, but mainly because he has a hundred thousand whys, for example, why are the dishes so cut?Why put such dishes in this step?What is this leaf?Why fry this first?

Jing Luo patiently explained a few words to him at first, but in the end, Xie Shuyi was thrown out of the kitchen.

"Why didn't I give you a chance, didn't I just teach you how to shoot cucumbers a few days ago, and show the old lady a hand later in the evening."

"Okay, let me take one tonight."

Seeing his confident look, Jing Luo wanted to laugh, he thought to himself, who is so obsessed with cooking.

"Let's go, let's go to work." After finishing speaking, Jing Luo walked out of the door.

"Here we come." Xie Shu also followed.

The door of the old lady's house is not very high, and Xie Shu can reach it on tiptoe.

"It's crooked, a little to the left."

Xie Shu also moved to the left, "How about this?"

"Pass it, go a little to the right, a little bit."

Xie Shu also obediently moved to the right, "Is it right?"

"It's almost straight, but it's still a little crooked, but it's hard to see, so let's leave it at that, hurry up and go to eat."

"Okay." Xie Shu also responded, pressing the couplet with both hands, and Jing Luo stuck it on with tape

After finishing all this work, it was almost noon, and Xie Shuyi faintly smelled the New Year's Eve dinner at the neighbor's house outside.

The lunch is not as rich as before, because the New Year's Eve dinner is the highlight.

In the words of the old lady, it is good to eat at night with a stomach.

After lunch, the three chatted for a while as usual, and then the old lady went to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Before leaving, she specifically asked Xie Shuyi what he likes to eat.

Xie Shu also said that you like to eat everything you cook.

This sentence made the old lady very happy, and she kept saying that she would show him something.

"You're good at talking, Xie Shuyi." Jing Luo glanced at him.

Xie Shu also shrugged and didn't answer.

"No need..." The old lady's voice came from the kitchen before she finished speaking modestly, "Xiaojing, come here."

"What's wrong?" Jing Luo asked as he walked into the kitchen.

After about ten minutes, Jing Luo came out.

"What's the matter, do you want to help?" Xie Shuyi asked.

Jing Luo scratched her hair, found an excuse, and said casually, "Well, I'm a bit busy."

"Then I'll go and fight." With that said, he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, no..." Before he could say the words, Xie Shuyi plunged into the kitchen he longed for.

"What's wrong with that? I'm in a hurry to find a job," Jing Luo sighed, and also plunged into the kitchen.

The three people who had just finished chatting reunited in the kitchen.

Xie Shu also has no cooking skills, so he can only choose and wash vegetables next to him, listen to the grandparents and grandchildren chatting, and listen to the old lady popularize her cooking experience.

In the spacious kitchen, Xie Shuyi’s sense of happiness has been carried over the past year. He suddenly had a thought, it would be great if time could stop here, because the moment is warm enough, everyone who should be there is there, and the feeling is also In, love is also.

This seemingly ordinary daily life goes by very quickly, and before you know it, the sky gradually darkens, and with the occasional sound of firecrackers outside, the old year is already counting down.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Jing Luo adjusted the TV, and with the start of the Spring Festival Gala, the three grandparents and grandchildren started the New Year's Eve dinner on time.

Xie Shu also looked at the ordinary home-cooked dishes on the table, as well as the plate of sliced ​​cucumbers that he patted. Besides these, he noticed that there was also a plate of rice cakes on the table.

"Eat, Xiaoxie, try to eat or not."

Jing Luo: "Taste your cucumber shot first."

This shoot of cucumber thanks letter is also very good... not good, it may be that the mood is too good, a little excited, and the strength of the hand is not controlled. If the strength is lowered, the cucumber will be slapped into scum. It is called slapping A crumble.

The old lady smiled and comforted: "It's okay, although the appearance is not good, the taste is not bad."

Xie Shu also smiled, looked at the plate of rice cakes in his hand, and asked, "This is..."

Before the old lady could speak, Jing Luo said, "The old lady specially prepared it for you. I'm afraid you won't be used to it, and I'm afraid you'll be homesick."

The old lady pushed the plate of rice cakes in front of him, "I don't know what you in the south usually eat during the Chinese New Year. No, I asked Xiaojing to search the Internet to see if you all eat this rice cake during the Chinese New Year?" Then, the old lady smiled, and continued, "But this rice cake is definitely not as authentic as yours. I made it myself years ago. How about a taste?"

It turned out that the reason why I called Jing Luo in the afternoon was because of this matter.

Xie Shuyi didn't know what words to use to describe it. He only knew that his emotions were already overflowing. He blinked, feeling that his eyes were wet, and thousands of words piled up in his throat. He only said one sentence, "Thank you grandma."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he was brewing some kind of emotion, he took a piece of rice cake and put it in his mouth, "It's delicious."

"You're welcome, eat quickly," she sighed, looking at the two young people in front of her, "It's so good, this year is so good."

Xie Shu also looked at the plate of rice cakes in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or touched, in short, it felt so good to be cared for.

In a moment, thousands of emotions gathered together and rushed straight to his heart. The wall in his heart that had been built with loneliness for a long time collapsed and could never be built again.

Accompanied by the laughter of the Spring Festival Gala audience, Xie Shu also ended his last meal of the year, a seemingly ordinary but warm reunion dinner.

After dinner, the old lady took out the fillings prepared in advance and started making dumplings.

The old lady rolled the skin and Jing Luo wrapped it, and they cooperated tacitly.

Xie Shu also felt itchy in his heart after reading it, and wanted to try it eagerly.

Jing Luo saw his little thoughts, "Come here, I'll teach you."

Xie Shu also obediently took a ponytail and sat down next to Jing Luo, watching him skillfully pinch the last pleat, he had a step in his mind.

He picked up a piece of dough in a decent manner, wrapped it with stuffing, and began to knead it along one side. The steps were fairly standard, but the shape was not beautiful.

"...a bit ugly..."

"Hahaha...what are you packing, why are you so ugly."

The old lady laughed while rolling the skin, and it was a rare time that she didn't stand up and speak for him.

Xie Shuyi followed Jing Luo to pinch a few more decently, but the results were not satisfactory.

Jing Luo read the letter of thanks and mechanically repeated the movements of his hands, one after another, at a very fast speed, but the shapes were also strange.

Jing Luo looked at the movements of his hands and guessed what shape the next dumpling would be.

As expected, a short and fat Yuanbao dumpling was born again.

It was so ugly that Boss Jing couldn't stand it anymore.

He sighed, finished pinching the last pleat in his hand, and patted the flour sticking to his hand, "You have to start from here," he held Xie Shuyi's hand, like a parent who taught children to write when he was young, with a pleat Pinching one pleat, "Pinch this side first, then pinch the other side, and finally do this again, it won't work."

Jing Luo Zhengjiao was so energetic that he didn't realize Xie Shuyi's small thoughts at all.

At this time, Xie Shuyi's mind and eyes were not on the dumplings at all, but on Jing Luo's hand. He looked at the hand attached to the back of his hand, which was a little smaller than his own, and the palm was very warm.

The two were so close that Xie Shu could feel his breath. For some reason, his heart beat a lot faster, and the thoughts in his heart came out again.

"What do you think I'm doing? Are you meeting?" Jing Luo asked.

Xie Shu also shook his head, "Not yet."

Jing Luo had no choice but to hold his hand and taught him again, "Are you sure?"

Xie Shu also shook his head.

After pinching five or six dumplings in a row, Xie Shu also shook his head.

"No, why are you so stupid, you can't even learn such a simple thing, and you still expect to enter the culinary world? I think you should just pick garlic honestly."

Xie Shu also smiled, "Now I will."

He actually understood it when Jing Luo pinched the second dumpling, but he didn't admit it in his heart, and let others teach him six or seven.

The old lady looked at the two bickering with a loving face.

After eating the dumplings, the three of them nestled on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala like the most ordinary family members, chatting about homework.

During the period, the old lady went back to her bedroom and came out with two red envelopes in her hand.

"Come on, one for each person." The old lady said cheerfully.

"How old am I, give me a red envelope." Jing Luo said with a smile.

"You are still a child, take it." The old lady stuffed the red envelope into his hand.

Jing Luo didn't push back, and took it with a smile.

"Xiao Xie," the old lady came to Xie Shuyi again, and stuffed the red envelope into his hand.

"Grandma doesn't need it, you don't need to give it to me." Xie Shuyi quickly stood up and wanted to return the red envelope.

Seeing his movement, the old lady quickly held his hand, pretending to be angry and said, "Take it, don't you think it's too little?"

"No, it's not that it's too little, it's just..." Xie Shuyi looked at the wrinkled red envelope in his hand, his nose was sore, and he wanted to cry.

This was the second time he felt this way tonight, and once again, he was afraid that he would cry directly.

After waiting for a long time without hearing anything, the old lady patted him on the back with a smile, "You miss home, don't you? It's okay, this is my home too. Have you eaten tonight?"

Xie Shuyi's throat was tight and he couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head vigorously.

The few years of reunion he lacked seemed to be made up for tonight. A red envelope and a plate of rice cakes were enough to flood his emotions that had been pent up in his heart for decades, like a flood that opened a gate, scrambling to rush out.

The old lady didn't speak, just smiled and patted him on the back.

After a while, Jing Luo kept looking at Xie Shuyi, and it was the first time in his memory that he saw Xie Shuyi's appearance. For some reason, his heart ached, and he suddenly wanted to go and hug him.

But reason still made him stop.

"10, 9, 8..." At this time, the host's countdown to zero sounded on the TV, and the sound of firecrackers outside the window became louder and louder.

"3, 2, 1, 0"

"Boom!" The fireworks exploded outside the window, and they rushed into the sky in unison. The colorful flames illuminated the darkness of the sky, singing together with the crackling firecrackers to welcome the New Year.

Xie Shu also raised his head and saw the fireworks outside the window clearly through his tearful eyes. It was different from what he saw when he was young. This time the fireworks were more splendid and brighter.

Xie Shu also sniffed, turned around and said with a smile, "Grandma, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Okay, everything is fine."

"Thank you for the book." Jing Luo called him.

"Ok?"

Noticing that his eyes were red, Jing Luo softened his voice, winked from the outside, and said with a smile, "Do you want to set off the fireworks?"

"Okay."

"Go," the old lady said with a smile, seeing that the two were about to run out wearing only a sweater, she quickly stopped them, "Put on your clothes and go out, it's so cold outside in the middle of the night."

"Young people are anti-freezing." After speaking, the two of them hurried out of the door in fear of the old lady's chanting.

The old lady smiled and sighed, "These two children."

The noise was not so loud inside the house, but now outside, there are crackling firecrackers, and even the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Jing Luo opened the box and put it aside, "You come with me?"

Xie Shu also stepped back, "Come on, I won't let you go."

"Cover your ears well," Jing Luo said with a smile, "I lit the fire."

Xie Shu also took another step back, "Click."

"Bah..." The moment it was ignited, Jing Luo ran back a few steps, and then, the golden fireworks exploded behind him, forming one shape after another in the sky, one after another, one after another.

Xie Shu also stood side by side with Jing Luo, watching the fireworks feast together.

After a box of fireworks was set off, the atmosphere became quiet for a while, but the crackling sound was still loud. Jing Luo glanced at Xie Shuyi, and then shouted: "Xie Shuyi!"

Xie Shu also turned his head, with a smile on his face, "What's wrong? Boss Jing!"

Jing Luo: "Happy New Year!"

Xie Shuyi: "Happy New Year!"

Xie Shu also thought about it, and added, "I wish you more and more handsome in the new year."

Jing Luo laughed loudly: "May you be as handsome as me in the new year."

He thought for a while, and added, "I wish you a great new year and new books!"

"I wish you a prosperous new year in business!"

……

These are all secondary, I just hope that our new year will be safe, healthy and happy.

The cold wind of winter night is still bitingly cold, but it can't cool two hot hearts.

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