What do you want to do

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, when the sky was just getting dark, he heard voices outside. Zeno woke up in a daze, and saw Feng Mo who was lying beside him sitting up and looking out. .

Feng Mo looked out through the window, because the windows were sealed with thick plastic film, so he could see things a bit blurry, but he knew that it must be the old man who got up to work right now.

Looking at Zeno's sleeping face, Feng Mo chuckled and raised his hand to touch his cheek, then lightly got off the kang, tucked up the quilt for Qinuo, put on his clothes and walked out of the house.

"grandfather?"

"Wake up so early? It's only after six o'clock." The old man was sitting on a small bench, with a small black iron pot on top of the small stove, in which milky white paste was boiling.

"I woke up when I heard the sound, is this going to boil paste?" Feng Mo conveniently took a small bench from the side and sat down, looking into the pot curiously.

"Well, haven't you seen it? What kind of stickers are used to post couplets in the city?" The old man stirred the pot slowly with chopsticks, and turned the heat down a little.

Feng Mo really didn't know what he used for couplets at home, so he shook his head humbly to be taught.

"Grandpa, is this thing sticky?" He picked up the couplet that was pressed aside, and wrote words in black ink on the red paper. He raised his eyebrows, "The words are pretty."

"This is an old method. It's easy to use. It's much better than the glue you bought." The old man looked at the stickiness and turned off the fire. "Let's go, stick the couplets."

Feng Mo took the couplet and followed the old man out of the courtyard.

Couplets and blessing characters were pasted on the courtyard and room doors of the two people's homes, and they were busy until eight o'clock and finally got it done.

Feng Mo went back to the house to change clothes, brush his teeth and wash his face...

"What did you do?" Zeno had already woken up, and was sitting on the kang to get dressed.

"I went to post couplets with my grandpa. It's cold and cloudy outside today. I guess it will snow in the afternoon."

"I guess someone will come to the house in a while, why don't you get up?" Feng Mo washed his face and came out to look at him. He saw that his shirt was put on but his legs were huddled under the blanket, obviously afraid of the cold and didn't want to come out.

He took the trousers for Zeno to put on, frowned and pulled them off again, "I remember I brought you a pair of thick wool trousers, where did you put them?" Feng Mo turned his head to rummage through the boxes, but both boxes were empty.

"It's all in the cabinet, and my thick one is under the pressure." Zeno sniffed, feeling that it's really cold today.

It was around nine o'clock when the two had finished their breakfast, and some neighbors came to visit the house one after another to pay New Year's greetings.

Feng Mo has always thought that New Year's greetings should be after the second or third year of junior high school, why the New Year's Eve came here.Later, Zi Nuo told him that because the rural people have so many relatives and friends, many years ago, the villagers have been used to walking around the streets and alleys to pay New Year's greetings on the morning of the New Year's Eve.

There were a lot of people coming in and out, Feng Mo and Qi Nuo obediently greeted the neighbors who came with question marks, some of them were particularly enthusiastic and asked Feng Mo to ask questions, saying that there was always a tall and handsome young man at Mr. Qi's house recently It turned out to be Xiao Nuo's friend.

Later, Feng Mo got annoyed when he was asked by a group of aunts he didn't know, so he used an excuse to go back to the side room to hide, and Qinuo was also very depressed, so he said hello to the old couple and went back to the room, they happened to be here Chop up the meat stuffing for making dumplings at night.

"I'm going home in two days. I haven't lived enough yet." Feng Mo sat cross-legged on the kang with a knife in his hands. There was a kang table in front of him. On the kang table were cutting boards and pork belly. He was chopping. Meat.

Zi Nuo was picking leeks at the side, looked at him with eyelids lifted, and said with a half-smile: "You have helped my grandparents do a lot of work in the past two days, and coaxed them to turn around and talk about you. , what’s the matter, treat it as being filial to your grandson as an addiction.”

"Look at what you said, I am really close to our grandparents, besides, when you were at my house, you also helped my mother with work, and when I go back during the Chinese New Year, I probably have to visit my grandpa. Coax him." Feng Mo grinned, thinking he was jealous.

But Zi Nuo didn't have any special thoughts in his heart. His grandparents liked Feng Mo and he was too happy, but it was a little awkward to think of going back in the third year of junior high school. Accepting the relationship between the two always made him a little uneasy.

Also, Feng Mo's grandfather was a very capable person when he was young. I heard that he was some kind of general. He was liked by the old man, so in the same way, Feng Mo became the old man's darling, especially when this precious grandson still has a temper that is very similar to his own, he is even more pampered.

Feng Mo's temper was also acquired by his grandfather when he was a child. No one in the family dared to say no to Feng Mo. When he was young, if the old man heard someone say something bad about his grandson, he would hit him with a cane.

Zi Nuo heard that Mother Feng had mentioned the matter of Mr. Feng, so when he heard that Feng Mo's grandfather would be there in a few days, he became nervous.

"Is your grandpa very fierce? Lingling also said that grandpa was very fierce that day, so she wouldn't even laugh at her."

Feng Mo laughed, shook his head and said: "My grandfather is like that, he is a bit patriarchal, but he likes children especially when he is old, it's just that he used to have a straight face when he was fighting, so he doesn't smile much. "

Zi Nuo became even more nervous. The man who fought in the war is nearly a hundred years old, so he must be an old general, but he has never heard Feng Mo talk about who is in the army.

Seeing that he was puzzled, Feng Mo rolled his eyes and almost guessed the reason, shrugged and smiled: "My grandfather married four wives in total, and my grandmother was the last one, but she also died a few years ago. Wife, but at that time medicine was not developed, so some diseases could not be cured. My father had two older brothers and one older sister, he was the youngest and the only child my grandmother gave birth to. As for the family members..." Feng Mo shrugged Shrugging his shoulders, he lowered his head and chopped the meat, "I have a lot of family members, but I don't have many contacts. My dad left home to run a company when he was 20 years old, so he has nothing to do with the family. I don't care about which army the uncle's son seems to be a regimental commander in."

Zeno snorted, thinking that maybe the big family members were talking too much. According to Feng Mo's temper, he probably didn't get along well with them.

It really made him guess, Feng Mo's brothers and sisters had all been beaten by him before.

"I guess my dad mentioned your matter to the old man, otherwise he wouldn't call me that day to ask if I have a girlfriend. I told him that I have a boyfriend, and the old man said to take it back for him to see. , if he is satisfied, then my parents will definitely agree."

"...Then what if he is not satisfied?"

"Does it have anything to do with me whether he is satisfied or not? As long as I am satisfied."

After hearing this, Zeno didn't feel nervous anymore, it was a reassurance, and it was more useful than anything else.