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From the afternoon on New Year's Eve, the Yang family was full of excitement.Just after noon, Feng Wenhui, Feng Dacheng's and Feng Dacheng's grandfather all came together.Put together from all directions, a room full of people, old, young, and cats, looks like every lively, big family.

Feng Wenhui was carrying a big bag, which not only contained some preserved meat for the New Year, but also a few Spring Festival couplets, a few strings of colored lanterns and a stack of lanterns.In her house, every room and doorway are affixed with auspicious wishes, Spring Festival couplets are hung on the balcony and colored lights on the window sills are hung in the living room and dining room.

Everyone was discussing how to make the New Year's Eve dinner, Feng Jimeng heard it was troublesome, so he said that he invited everyone to eat outside, Yang Fan thought it would save trouble.But Feng Wenhui insisted on eating at home to have a New Year's taste, but she was not very confident in her craftsmanship.

Yang Fan was in a really good mood and volunteered to cook tonight, and the head chef asked Feng Wenhui to help him.

After negotiating with Feng Wenhui, Yang Fan, who was cleaning at home and packing up materials, took Feng Jimeng to the supermarket to buy.

The supermarket itself is overcrowded, and the supermarket's promotional New Year's goods discount is considerable. The scene of people rushing to grab the goods is tragic.Yang Fan divided Feng Jimeng's responsibility area, he was in charge of buying, and Feng Jimeng of aquatic products was in charge of meat.

"It's up to you to eat what you grab tonight."

Feng Jimeng originally hated this kind of occasion, but at this moment, she was influenced by the atmosphere and nodded firmly to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan held Feng Jimeng with one hand, pointing to his ear that the basket will be loaded soon, "If you see the one that doesn't exist, it's fat and big, and you'll rush for the leg of lamb."

"Ah."

Promoter, the trumpet is like a battle, and Feng Jimeng is in "Congratulations on getting rich, congratulations on your wonderfulness" under the sound of the horn, relying on his height and strength and thousands of push-ups to practice, his strength is strong Opened a bunch of uncles and aunts to clean, the little white hand accurately grabbed Yang Fan's designation, pulled out the leg of fat lamb, it seemed that there was still some resistance, maybe that leg was also caught by someone else, maybe someone else was scolding But in his ears there was only "Congratulations on getting rich, congratulations on being wonderful".

He carried himself, and Yang Fan, who returned to Yang Fan with the trophy, happily patted him, "Good job."

"Go buy another elbow."

"Which elbow is it?"

Yang Fan pointed to the pork section, "Go and talk to that side, and he will give you the one with the biggest elbow."

In Yang Fan's direction, Feng Jimeng went to buy an elbow and grabbed a stew, an old hen's and a whole rib.Feng Jimeng, who came out of the supermarket with two bags each and put them in the trunk, was blushing and didn't know whether it was because the supermarket was too hot or because he was too excited to grab the meat.

"I'm so tired." He shook his hand.

"Is it fun?"

"Not fun."

"I clearly saw that you were very happy to grab it."

Feng Jimeng immediately lowered her face, fearing that she would expose herself, and childishly buried her head in finding her seat belt.

"do not move."

"Your hands are oily when you raise them, so don't get stuck in my car."

"No oil..." Feng Jimeng wanted to say that he just went to the bathroom to wash and wiped his hands with a disinfectant tissue, his hands were very clean.But he didn't say it because Yang Fan was lying in front of him, pulling the seat belt from the car door.

Yang Fan was buried very close to his chest, as long as he raised his hands, he could hug him with his shoulders.Feng Jimeng swallowed her saliva and Yang Fan didn't know about the sneaky kiss, he wasn't brave enough to hug him blatantly, only when Yang Fan got up, he lowered his head and let him rub his stubble against his chin The hair with the styling gel is as thin as wire, stiff.

Yang Fan and Feng Wenhui were in that part of the kitchen all afternoon, and there were different types of scents wafting out from time to time.After grandma got up, Grandpa Feng was sitting in the living room, watching TV in the living room, chatting with the old lady by the way, even though the old lady didn't respond to him.Not long after Feng Jimeng was ordered to go back to his room to do his homework, Feng Dacheng came in after the door was pushed open.

Feng Dacheng walked around to the desk because of his facial nerve problem, his mouth was crooked and always opened and closed.

Seeing him reading her book, Feng Jimeng asked him, "Can you understand?"

Feng Dacheng opened and closed his mouth a few times before saying, "I don't understand." After speaking, he smirked twice.

"Have you ever read a book?"

"I've read it, hey hey hey."

Feng Jimeng sized him up for a while, "Do you want to watch me do my homework?"

"Uh...uh."

"Then you sit on the window sill and watch." Feng Jimeng put the schoolbag and scattered books and clothes away from the bay window and let Feng Dacheng sit.

Feng Daguo sat down as expected.

Feng Jimeng asked curiously, "How old are you?"

Feng Dacheng stretched out his fingers and gestured "Two twenty."

Feng Jimeng saw that some of his roots were red and swollen, the ones on his fingers, he knew that they were frostbite, and the tops were shiny, and the ones on his fingers should be the medicine his mother applied to him.

"How much money do you make a month?"

Feng Dacheng gestured again, "Two, two thousand... hey hey, sometimes three thousand."

Feng Jimeng put down his pen and stared at Feng Dacheng, "You are quite capable."

"Hey hey hey..."

Feng Jimeng, who is quite capable, thinks that people who are two or three years older than him can at least support themselves.

In the evening, a large table of dishes braised in soy sauce, mutton stewed, chicken sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish, hot dishes and cold dishes, meat dishes and vegetarian dishes, colorful flowers and willow greens, a large table with plates stacked on each other, cups and cups clinking cups. .

Yang Fan took a bottle of Wuliangye, which he and old man Feng drank, and other people's cola juice, Wanglaoji's favorite drink.

After the food and wine were on the table, everyone gathered around the table and sat grandma, and a single sofa was raised up and moved over.Various colors, liquids are held in different shapes, and everyone gathered in the middle of the dinner table said "Happy New Year" in the cups.

"Taste me if you move your chopsticks, craftsmanship."

Feng Wenhui, who was toasting to each other, praised, "Xiao Yang's craftsmanship is good enough to open a restaurant."

"Then I will also ask Sister Feng to help me open the restaurant."

"I respect you from Yang Fan who came here." Old man Feng's oily face after drinking two glasses of wine was red and bright like a light bulb being lit.

"Uncle Feng's bad, you are an elder, how can you respect me."

"You don't know what you want, so thank you..."

Yang Fan stopped old man Feng, "Sister Feng, who said so and met you, Uncle Feng, also helped me a lot." Yang Fan turned to look at Feng Wenhui, who was holding a steamed fish with no spines on its stomach, and feeding the meat to the old man. Wife's "Sister Feng's, I have to respect you."

Yang Fanjing her Feng Wenhui volunteered to take a sip of white wine, drank it in one gulp, laughed happily, and lamented in a rare way, "Xiao Yang's rice is so delicious, whoever becomes your wife will be able to fix it Eight lifetimes, blessings."

Feng Jimeng was originally competing with the sweet and sour pork ribs, which were four to five centimeters long. The small cubes were burnt and wrapped in white sesame seeds, so the sweet and sour taste was particularly fragrant.He liked the dish that was close to him, and he took a bite of the taste, and soon a pile of bones piled up on the side of the bowl.But when he heard the words "Yang Fan's wife", he immediately pricked up his ears and looked up at Yang Fan who was sitting directly opposite him.

"Xiao Yang, what do you like, the girl's sister thinks it is suitable, so I will introduce it to you."

Feng Jimeng was beating his drums, only to see Yang Fan raised his head and glanced at the dining table.But Feng Jimeng felt eye contact, at that moment Yang Fan stayed on his face for a second, but immediately moved away and smiled at Feng Wenhui, "I don't have time to date now."

"I have to get along with you." Feng Wenhui knew that Yang Fan was referring to her grandma, and suddenly felt that she had said something wrong and stopped in a hurry.

Feng Jimeng was still staring at Yang Fan, Yang Fan didn't look at him anymore, so Feng Jimeng wasn't sure if it was an illusion just now, Yang Fan just glanced at everyone equally, or was Feng Wenhui asking what he likes, girl, Time to see him.

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Thinking of the past two days, Feng Jimeng, who got along peacefully, also had some suspicions that Yang Fan actually liked him quite a bit.

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A chicken leg was inserted horizontally into Feng Jimeng's bowl.

"Eat every meal, you can eat it quickly and absent-mindedly." Yang Fan said, and then gave Dacheng the other leg. "Dacheng eat more this year, you have worked hard this year, and you will earn more next year."

"Thank you, Brother Yang...hehehehehe..."

A table of people was noisy with the Spring Festival Gala, and the background sound had a hearty and warm meal, the New Year's Eve dinner.It was after nine o'clock when Feng Wenhui helped clear the table, and then together with Feng Dacheng, he was too drunk to walk unsteadily, and old man Feng was helped back.

The room suddenly became quiet, Yang Fan was sitting on the left side of the sofa, his grandmother was leaning against him, and Feng Jimeng was sitting on the right side, and the three of them were watching the Spring Festival Gala together.Feng Wenhui opened it and brought it to her, and the room with colorful lights was bright and colorful with colorful lights flashing, and there was quite an atmosphere.

Yang Fan was also a little drunk, and Feng Jimeng, who was sitting next to him, also smelled alcohol on him from a distance away.But Yang Fan didn't care that Feng Jimeng was drinking too much, he hugged his grandma, leaned on the old lady with his head on the sofa leaning on the sofa, and talked to her affectionately with his shoulders.

"I'm talking about the fat man in cross talk, do you still remember? You just said that his name is Guo Deguang..."

"Here you go, 'I miss you guys', you say you are a horse face..."

"Li Guyi's, do you still remember that you like her the most? No, I still listened to you singing her songs when I was young..."

On TV, he is about the same age as grandma, and the old singer's spirited voice is loud and clear when he speaks.

"The waves of a big river are wide, the wind is blowing, and the fragrance of rice flowers is blowing. My family lives on the bank. I'm used to listening to the boatman, and I'm used to seeing the chant on the boat. The white sail..."

Suddenly, grandma moved her mouth, opened and closed her throat twice, and made some intermittent sounds, and then she raised her wrist and danced to the music.

Yang Fan straightened up in an instant, was stunned, and soon realized that his grandma wanted to stand up, so he helped his grandma to stand up.

The old lady's lips do not open and close every time she can make a sound, but from the sound she makes, it can be seen that she is singing, and the slow movements of her hands and feet can also tell that she is dancing.

I don't know when the memory of this song of her era was awakened in her heart again.

Yang Fan saw the old lady's face, her expression was cloudy, her eyes contained some kind of longing, her emotions were thin and pale, and her face was flushed like a little girl who was ignorant and shy. All that was left in her was that bit of memory. dancing herself, dancing.

With a sore nose, Yang Fan raised his head and pinched the corners of his eyes.