bullets and roses

Yu Meifeng's air ticket is on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, so she can spend a Spring Festival with Luo Muxiao.

By the time of the New Year's Eve, the New Year's atmosphere is already very strong. The streets are full of festive red. Even the noodle shop that the two of them frequented recently hangs red lanterns high. Walking on the road, almost Everyone's face is beaming.

It is already very cold in Jincheng this season, the ground is covered with a thick layer of snow, after walking outside for a long time, even his nose is red from the cold, Luo Muxiao wore a pair of clothes that wrapped himself tightly. Wearing a bread jacket, a red scarf covering a palm-sized face, and a hat pressed down very low, with only one shining eye protruding, it looks like a deer.

He walked behind a little clumsily, and he couldn't even keep up with the speed of the wheelchair.

The snow-swept street was paved with some snow, and Gu Zhubai's wheelchair couldn't roll fast, so the two of them moved very slowly.

They planned to buy some new year's goods, and after careful calculation, this was the first year they spent together and also the only year Luo Muxiao didn't reunite with his parents.

Needless to say, Gu Zhubai has passed through many deserted years, so it is very rare to have someone by his side this year.

"What should I buy for the Chinese New Year?" Gu Zhubai picked up a piece of sausage and put it down again.

After entering the supermarket, with the air conditioner, Luo Muxiao pressed down his scarf, exposing his red nose.

Luo Muxiao was also overwhelmed by this question. He tried hard to think about the most impressive things during the Chinese New Year every year, and finally said very firmly: "Dumplings!"

"Only this one?"

"And..." Luo Muxiao rolled his eyes, thinking of the many decorations he saw on the road just now, and said, "We need to post Spring Festival couplets, hang red lanterns...well, we also need to write blessing characters, The word "Fu" must be pasted upside down."

"Oh." Gu Zhubai thought for a while and said, "Buy some ingredients and go back and prepare them. As for the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters, buy some red paper and go back and write."

Luo Muxiao agreed with Gu Zhubai's words very much, and he piled a lot of delicious food into their shopping carts.

The two of them bought a large pile of red paper, and finally picked it out. Luo Muxiao took a fancy to the red lanterns at the entrance of the supermarket, and brought back a bunch of them, saying it was a celebration.

The cashier at the checkout smiled at them both: "Come to buy something?"

Luo Muxiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but instead Gu Zhubai nodded calmly and asked, "How much?"

The cashier counted and pointed to the QR code on the cashier counter: "You two just scan here—"

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Gu Zhubai's legs like a sneak peek, but that look didn't look malicious, it was just a little curious. Luo Muxiao caught him, and Luo Muxiao frowned slightly. .

The girl pursed her lips, quickly looked away, and said sincerely: "You two are really worthy."

Luo Muxiao felt a soreness in his heart again, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

Gu Zhubai responded to her: "Thank you."

The girl squinted her eyes and smiled: "Go slowly. Welcome to come again next time."

Gu Zhubai and Luo Muxiao went nearby to buy the Four Treasures of the Study, and it was already evening when they returned home. They just ordered a takeaway and started writing blessings.

Gu Zhubai's handwriting is very beautiful, but Luo Muxiao's is very ordinary, so the task of writing the word "Fu" fell on his head. It took a long time.

"Why don't we just do this." Luo Mu Xiaonian said, "Pray for wealth and prosperity, Fang Fangli, and everything will come and go safely. This implication is good, and the four seasons are safe."

"Okay." Gu Zhubai didn't deny it, and he was about to write when he picked up the pen.

Luo Muxiao watched from the side, Gu Zhubai grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink, and with a slight lift of his wrist, he dropped the pen, and the strong and powerful characters appeared on the paper word by word, and soon a pair of Spring Festival couplets came out, Gu Zhu Bai was right, he wrote the Spring Festival couplets in one go.

Luo Muxiao's eyes sparkled: "Gu Zhubai, if you set up a stall to sell Spring Festival couplets, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

Gu Zhubai couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, put the piece of paper on which the word "Fu" was written on to one side, and said, "Come and try."

Luo Muxiao was a little nervous.

He held the brush and dipped it in the ink, his hand started to shake before the words fell, and a drop of ink fell directly on it, ruining a piece of paper.

Luo Muxiao wanted to cry but had no tears: "I haven't written it yet, so I just scrapped one."

"There are many more." Gu Zhubai said, "Try again."

Luo Muxiao didn't hesitate this time, and just wrote down the pen, making a good beginning.

It's a pity that his handwriting is very ordinary, and it can't be used in ordinary terms after replacing it with a brush. It is simply ugly, crooked, like a caterpillar.

Luo Muxiao looked at the word "Fu" on it, shrugged his nose and said, "It's so ugly, it's better not to post this."

"try again."

Luo Muxiao didn't want to try again, but Gu Zhubai had already polished the ink for him, forcing him to try.

He had no choice but to hold the pen again, and the moment he was about to write, a hand suddenly came up and wrapped his palm in a warm palm.

A very faint fragrance lingered at the tip of Luo Muxiao's nose.

He froze for a moment, and wanted to turn around to look at Gu Zhubai's expression, but a voice sounded next to his ear: "Concentrate."

Luo Muxiao had no choice but to accept his thoughts, and wrote the word "Fu" with Gu Zhubai's hand.With Gu Zhubai, this word became more attractive, although Luo Muxiao didn't exert much effort the whole time, just followed Gu Zhubai's hand to move again, but no matter what, this word was written perfectly.

The last stroke came to an end, and neither of them closed it.

Luo Muxiao felt a layer of goosebumps on the part of his ear where Gu Zhubai's breath gave him breath, and this layer of goosebumps gradually spread to every corner of his body. He subconsciously wanted to hide, but Gu Zhubai framed it. His arms were extraordinarily hard.

The atmosphere was ambiguous, but there was no further action between the two of them.

Until the phone rang suddenly.

Luo Muxiao was startled, pushed Gu Zhubai away, and ran into the room blushing and smoking: "I'll answer the phone!"

A rare smile flashed across Gu Zhubai's eyes.

When the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters were pasted on the door, Gu Zhubai had a rare feeling.In fact, he hasn't done such boring things for many years. For him, the biggest difference between Chinese New Year and ordinary days is probably that others are enjoying family happiness, while he still lives an ordinary life day after day and year after year. Life.

But standing at the door and looking at the door full of things, Gu Zhubai rarely wanted to go to the scene before his parents died. There is a lot of meat stuffing, so full that it is almost overflowing, and he will eat countless pieces until he eats the coins wrapped inside.

Mother laughed and clapped, saying, "Zhubai will have good luck in the coming year."

But his good luck came to an abrupt end when he was ten years old, and he never celebrated the new year again. Even if he was with Li Yuan'an later, he would still go home to accompany his mother during the Spring Festival.

His youth is always alone.

"Why do you think it's a bit strange?"

Luo Muxiao's voice pulled Gu Zhubai back from his thoughts, he looked up, and just met the two big red lanterns hanging on both sides of the door, they were so bright as if there was going to be a wedding here today.

Gu Zhubai couldn't hold back his eyes, and asked him, "What do you think is wrong?"

"It seems like we are going to get married." Luo Muxiao said, "It seems that people hang this kind of thing in the shop, not at the door." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the opposite house, and the person only posted a word of blessing, Simple and festive.

Gu Zhubai said: "Take it off."

"No." Luo Muxiao thought for a while but still refused, "It's pretty good, it looks unique."

Gu Zhubai didn't argue with him, just hang on to it, it's quite unique.

But this lantern, Gong Yuyang was still shocked when he came over and saw it.

He opened his mouth, as if he was about to bake an egg in, and he didn't close it until he entered the door.

Luo Muxiao asked him: "Your jaw is dislocated?"

"No—" Gong Yuyang looked up at the lantern again, and asked him, "What are you doing with a lantern?"

"It's pretty." Luo Muxiao asked him, "Where's my mother?"

"Neither did I have to bring something for the New Year. I went out to the supermarket. I thought shopping in the supermarket was too boring, so I came here first."

The two celebrated the New Year together, Luo Muxiao had obtained Gu Zhubai's consent in advance.

After all, Yu Meifeng is Luo Muxiao's mother, so there is nothing wrong with celebrating the New Year together, but Gu Zhubai is very unhappy that Gong Yuyang will come here together.

But there is no way, Gong Yuyang has a thick skin, insisting that his parents went abroad for vacation, and he was left alone at home, lonely, begging for a shelter.

Luo Muxiao agreed, and Gu Zhubai didn't find a reason to refuse, even though he didn't welcome this person into his house very much.

Gong Yuyang sat on the sofa and kneaded melon seeds for a while, and Yu Meifeng arrived. She was carrying some expensive Spring Festival gifts in her hand, and she was wearing a long white coat. A day of haggardness.

Luo Muxiao took the things and put them down casually: "What are you wasting this money for?"

"Anyway, I'm here with you, so I have to bring something." Yu Meifeng touched Luo Muxiao's face and asked him, "What are you going to eat tonight?"

"Let's cook some dumplings." Luo Muxiao said, "We bought quick-frozen dumplings."

"Quick-frozen dumplings?" Yu Meifeng was stunned for a moment, tapped Luo Muxiao's forehead with her fingers, and said, "How can you eat quick-frozen dumplings after Chinese New Year? Fortunately, I guessed that you young people can't cook. Come here to order food." Yu Meifeng took off her coat as she spoke, and was only wearing a thin sweater skirt. Fortunately, there was air conditioning in the room, so it wasn't cold.

"Sit and watch the Spring Festival Gala for a while, and I'll make some food."

"I'll help you, Mom." Luo Muxiao skipped to the kitchen.

"You will only add to the chaos." Yu Meifeng threw Luo Muxiao out.

Luo Muxiao stuck out his tongue and sat down.

Gu Zhubai took the initiative and said, "I'll do it."

"Hey, how can I bother you." Yu Meifeng waved her hand, "I can do it myself, isn't it just making some dumplings, you guys should sit outside."

Yu Meifeng refused to let anyone in, and even closed the kitchen door.

Luo Muxiao had no choice but to drag Gu Zhubai over to watch TV: "She doesn't touch the sun all year round. She only likes to show off her cooking skills during the Spring Festival. You can let her show herself."

Gu Zhubai stopped talking now.

The author says:

I'm coming!