From then on, the national teacher did not go to court early

Missing Person No.11 Enlightenment: Tang Xiaoyuan is preparing for the New Year~(RQ)/~Happy New Year, my dears~

[Children, children, don’t be greedy, it’s the New Year after Laba; ]

In a blink of an eye, the glutinous rice balls who had just arrived in Xicheng realized that the seasons change so quickly. It is already deep winter, and the New Year is even coming soon.And all these emotions stemmed from waking up one morning and thinking that I would serve Laba porridge as breakfast.Facing the Laba porridge in front of him, Tangyuan, a typical guy who doesn’t know what year it is, suddenly realized that today is already the eighth day of December... The wonderful day of eating a big meal for a month has come! [Hey, cough, so you understand, for a foodie like glutinous rice balls, the most important function of the Laba Festival is of course not to make him feel the change of time and sublimate his personal sentiment.The only thing he cares about is delicious Laba porridge.

Tangyuan’s favorite Laba porridge is a weird porridge that needs to be mixed with more than [-] kinds of desserts such as loose kernels, hazelnuts, ginkgo, and roses. The fruits must be carved in human, animal, and flower shapes in advance, and there must be fruit lions and Old birthday stars made of various sweets and other clever decorations to coax children to play, start cooking at midnight on the seventh night of the twelfth lunar month, and then simmer on a warm fire until the next morning. Laba porridge with glutinous rice balls.

Tang Yuan’s father, Mr. Tang, once commented on it: “I’m not used to this stinky problem. Laba porridge is just porridge. No matter how beautiful you are, you can still find the flowers?”

The eldest brother of the Tang family, together with Xin Xiang, helped the evildoers to satisfy Tang Yuan's perverted pursuit of Laba porridge.

Early in the morning of Laba, Tangyuan smiled and drank the essence that he had condensed into a small bowl, patting his soft belly, feeling very satisfied.It's just that deep in my heart I can't help but feel a little lost, and I always feel that there is something missing in this Laba Festival.Looking around, Tangyuan realized that there was less old man Tang's sneering and cursing, less mother's gentle words, less grandmother's kindness, less eldest brother's pampering, and less coming to grab porridge from him. His uncle Guo Xiang Chong.

"What's the matter?" Niandi asked abruptly, now he wished he could put the glutinous rice balls in his eyes so that he could look at them all the time, so that he could feel at ease, so he was very special about every move of the glutinous rice balls understanding and sensitive.

Tangyuan put down her chopsticks and shook her head: "It's nothing, is the porridge delicious?"

Has anyone ever said that glutinous rice balls are really delicious?But as long as the person who answers the call is willing to accept the call, it will be fine.Niandi nodded and replied, "It's delicious."

The waiter wanted to hear this, and almost knocked over the dish of cloth vegetables in surprise.

Then, Niandi drank all the Laba porridge in his bowl without changing his face. The reason why he used the word "unchanging his face" to describe it, combined with what we thought, I think we are happy to think of it, then It's entirely because the porridge of glutinous rice balls is too sweet. Thinking about what ingredients he added, J sweet J sweet can only be regarded as too euphemistic.

Thinking to the side, I silently expressed that those who can face Erye Laba porridge are true warriors and true love!

The glutinous rice balls are very happy. After so many years, he has found two people who appreciate his Laba porridge. One is naturally his elder brother who seems to be omnipotent, and the other is Xiang Chong who grew up together. Now he finally met the first The three of them read first, and quickly became confidants.

Tangyuan has always had a weird idea, people with a sweet tooth actually have a soft heart.That is, from that moment on, Tang Yuan began to believe that Nian Di was a good person, but his goodness was not obvious.

As for the Laba Festival, for Niandi, besides the bowl of Laba porridge in the morning, which is no different from poison, he still has a lot of headaches. Worshiping the sky and offering sacrifices to the gods, showing full piety.

The Record of the Sun and the Stars, Da Lu Sichen.The year's work is over, and Bala reports to work.Yihe is successful, and the year is rich and rich.How to report to Yihe, the agricultural work is the return.

This is the wax festival, offering sacrifices to the gods, telling the gods that the farming has been successful for a year, and then thanking the gods for blessing BALABALA.

It is one of the most annoying festivals for Niandi. Of course, he still misses many festivals. It can be said that he will hate any day that is associated with the gods, and in Xicheng, a magical country where all people believe in religion, almost no It should be said that the gods are associated with festivals. They only celebrate festivals related to gods. If a festival has no legends about gods, it is unscientific, and it needs to be dug deeper (both fabricated).

Therefore, Niandi hated all festivals, especially the end of the year and the beginning of the year when there are many festivals.But this year's Niandi felt a little different. As for the specifics, it can only be described as, everything is perfect.

[23, Sacrifice to God Stove, Lord Stove speaks kindly to God! ]

On the day of commemorating the Stove Lord, Tang Yuan only had sugar melons on his mind, and the honey that smeared the Stove Lord with good words could basically not be seen by Tangyuan, but if he saw it, the Stove Lord probably would have no honey to smear on his mouth this year.

I think Mr. Tang was very angry about this at the beginning, like a violent beast, not to mention how terrifying.On the spot, I gave the young glutinous rice balls a meal of fried pork with bamboo slices, and the flesh was bruised, which was really unforgettable.But the glutinous rice balls that I remember eating but not eating only remember the pain, and I still have to do what I should do in the next year, and the cycle goes on and on, endlessly.

During the year in Xicheng, no one made glutinous rice balls, so the glutinous rice balls happily ate enough honey, but the direct result was that in the next few days, he almost died of toothache, gnashing his teeth, Zhitian swore that he would never steal so much sugar again.

Niandi was on the sidelines trying to comfort her, but what she was thinking about was how much sugar you ate, and even the pulp-cleaning fruit was defeated!

Then, turning around, Niandi joined the gamble that he wanted to start privately, betting a gold on the belief that glutinous rice balls would not eat sugar, and he would endure until New Year's Eve at most.In the end, Niandi made a lot of money because of this small and happy game.

[24 Sweep the house. 25 Make tofu. 26 Boil the meat, 27 kill the chicken, 28 make the dough, 29 steam the buns, play at night at [-], and have dumplings every year on New Year's Eve. ]

It was really before the Chinese New Year, when the glutinous rice balls were about to enjoy the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, something happened.

……

In the dream, Niandi saw himself in the yellow robe standing silently in front of the grave, offering a cup of wine to the blue sky, looking up, so that the tears that were about to overflow could not be held back from the eyes.

He said: "May in the next life, you will have no more slander, no more suffering and ups and downs. When we meet again, you don't know me, and I can't recognize you. We pass by each other like a stranger. My temples are gray, and you... ...as innocent as ever."

Niandi can clearly know that this is a dream, because the glutinous rice balls will not turn into a cold tomb, and he will not say those weak words to the glutinous rice balls. As long as he does not allow it, even gods and Buddhas cannot turn it into a cold tomb. The glutinous rice balls are taken away from him, and the poor and the blue fall into the underworld, he will not let the ending between them become a lifelong regret.

Waking up from the dream, the first thing Niandi did was to make sure that the glutinous rice balls sleeping beside him were safe and sound, and shackled Xiangxiang's soft ball into his arms, feeling his steady and powerful breathing, finally Niandi felt a little I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although in the dream, Niandi could tell himself with certainty that it was a dream and an illusion, but after waking up from the dream, he still felt a lingering feeling of fear when he hugged the living glutinous rice balls.For many years, he thought that he had long since lost the feeling of fear. The first time he harmed someone, the first time he killed, and the first time he killed a lot of people, he could have a clear conscience and not be afraid of ghosts and gods, because after his successful On the way, he will meet gods and kill gods, Buddhas and Buddhas, ghosts and ghosts.But now he is beginning to be afraid of the possibility of losing the glutinous rice balls, even if he imagines it, he will have the urge to destroy the world.

Looking back on the past, he reunited with Tangyuan again in just a short year, but he couldn't find the starting point of the deep-rooted love. He only knew that the love didn't know where it started, and it went deeper and deeper. Let go, and love it.

"Then how can you be sure that this is reality and not a dream?" A thought came from the heart.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, who can tell.

So, Tangyuan was woken up by such an inexplicable reason, he tried his best to open his upper and lower eyelids, looked at the blurred ball of Niandi, raised his hand and greeted Niandi unceremoniously , but because my body was still a little sore and weak when I woke up, I didn't use much energy at all, and the words I said were more coquettish than complaining: "What are you doing, don't pull me together when you are crazy!"

When Niandi saw such a real and lively Tangyuan who would hit him, talk to him, and complain, he suddenly felt very moved. He wanted to say to the God he had never believed in, thank you for making all this possible. It is true, and what Jean had just dreamed was nothing but illusion.

Niandi immediately hugged Tangyuan, as if absorbing strength from Tangyuan, he said: "I had a nightmare."

Tangyuan is completely awake this time, he was still a little brain-sluggish just now, and now he is very clear, so he patted Niandi on the back while thinking that the essence of Niandi is really just a little boy Children, you will be frightened by nightmares, no wonder you like to sleep with yourself at night.

"Hey, it's okay." Tang Yuan continued to close her eyes, coaxing Niandi, just like when he was always having nightmares when he was a child, the elder brother who had been by his side and slept with him would treat him like this, full of anger Brother breath, you will no longer be afraid.

When Niandi heard Tangyuan's words, he suddenly wanted to laugh, because the words were so familiar, wasn't it what he always liked to say to Tangyuan in the past.

"I dreamed that you were dead." Nian Di finally finished his sentence.

"...You can't expect me to order it." Tang Yuan was very resentful, thinking why he didn't know when Nian Di became such a straightforward person.

"That's why I came to check if you are still alive as soon as I woke up. I don't want you to die." Niandi said.

"Thank you so much, I don't want you to die either." Tang Yuan thought that sooner or later he would be driven crazy by Nian Di, and it was fine for the two elders to share the same bed every day, how could he keep people from sleeping in the middle of the night? To toss him, the most important thing is to stop talking about such an unappetizing dream! Hun Dan, don't you know that it will really scare me? People who have resurrected their lives can't afford to be hurt.

God knows I just want to have a good year!

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The author has something to say: To correct yesterday’s mistake, Tangyuan’s grandmother is from Xicheng, so he should be one-quarter bloodline with i, not one-eighth = = People who are not good at mathematics can’t afford to be hurt, tears Ben.Thank you for your reminder~ It has been revised~