With the arrival of the Spring Festival, the atmosphere of the New Year has gradually become stronger.

The old and new alternate, and the new year is updated. New Year's Eve is destined to be very lively.

Every household carries lanterns, hangs up the lanterns that should be hung, change the New Year pictures that should be changed, paste the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters, and hangs them every year. Candy and biscuits are prepared in the living room, and people wear new clothes and are full of joy.

At night, rows of red lanterns along the river scenery also lit up, with light and darkness, reflected by the river water, setting off the prosperous festiveness.

If you stand on the broken bridge that has not yet been opened to traffic, you can almost see the Pinghai town being swallowed up by the red ocean, with the smell of lights from thousands of houses and fish and dragon dancing overnight.

On New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Eve dinner is indispensable. Whether it is poor or rich families, they will basically prepare a table of sumptuous reunion meals.

China is so large that its customs and customs vary greatly, it cannot escape the distinction between the north and the south.

The eating habits in the south are light, mostly steamed, fried, and soups, and the eating method is more refined. The eating habits in the north are more generous, mostly mainly meat dishes, big fish, big meat, and big bowls of wine.

But the New Year’s Eve dinner that really distinguishes between the north and the south is still glutinous rice balls and dumplings. As the saying goes, ‘southern rice balls and northern dumplings’ is the saying.

As authentic southerners, Fang Ning and others are certainly indispensable on the dining table.

Grandma just brought out a bowl of glutinous rice balls from the kitchen and placed them on the table. It was fragrant, soft and sweet, and the fragrance was so strong that it attracted the attention of the whole family. She sat around the table and scooped up the glutinous rice balls with a porcelain spoon to eat.

Although this year's New Year's Eve dinner did not come with seven or eight relatives and friends like in previous years, the whole family sat together for dinner, eight cold dishes and eight hot dishes, including meat and vegetables, chicken, duck and fish, green and verdant, full of color, fragrance and taste, and it tasted warm and heartwarming.

Grandma was still organizing and continuing to serve the dishes. Fang Wei stretched her head and said, "Enough is enough, how can I finish eating so many dishes!"

"If you can't finish eating, just keep it to wait for tomorrow to eat. It doesn't matter if you waste it." said my mother.

Grandpa also got up and went back to the room, took out the old wine he had collected for many years and put it on the table.

Fang Ning and his sister looked at each other with a reserved look, and they felt a little coveted. They also understood in their hearts that this old wine had been stored for more than ten years. On ordinary days, grandfather was reluctant to give it to others. Only during the Chinese New Year could he taste it occasionally. Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to taste it this time. Even Fang Wei, a person who doesn't drink, felt itchy in his heart.

Grandpa smiled happily, poured a glass for his family, took out the momentum of drinking Wuyue, and said, "I don't avoid drinking tonight. I want to drink as much as I want, but don't get drunk. I don't care if I missed the red envelope if I get drunk."

After Fang Wei was drunk, he secretly took a sip of the wine. He immediately stretched out his tongue with a splash of his little hand on his mouth. Huo spicy and spicy, "So spicy!"

"Haha, silly daughter, you don't drink it like you. You have to drink it slowly to taste it." The father laughed, raised his glass and clinked his glass with his family, then took a sip of wine, sucked the air conditioner, and spit it out again, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his nose. After drinking, the chopsticks picked up some pork vermicelli in the food on the table to serve.

"I wish my grandparents, parents and sister a happy New Year!" Fang Ning raised his glass, stood up and blessed him.

"I wish my parents a happy New Year. I'll drink this glass of wine first!" My father also toasted grandparents with a glass of wine.

"I wish my parents a happy New Year and better life. I wish my grandparents good health, a hundred years of longevity and a happy New Year." Fang Wei also toasted, and said to Fang Ning sternly, "I wish my brother a great victory in the college entrance examination and a satisfactory university, and then marry Sister Xixi into the family as soon as possible, Happy New Year~"

"I also wish my sister a step further in learning and becoming more and more beautiful at the same time." Fang Ning toasted with a smile.

"Come on, I wish our family a happy and reunion."

So, amid the laughter of my family, I raised my glass and drank it all in one go.

After dinner, the weather was very good, and the moon was bright outside the window and the stars were sparse.

Fang Ning and his family sat on the sofa to watch the broadcast before the Spring Festival Gala began. To be honest, the Spring Festival Gala was not very beautiful, but more of a symbolic ceremony.

This year's Spring Festival Gala has much less fun than in previous years. Except for a small number of familiar faces that occasionally appear on the stage, there are more fresh faces. Zhao Benshan's sketches can no longer be seen. Those who were once active in the hearts of the people, such as the dusty murals of the Louvre Museum, have gradually been wiped out, as if nothing is left.

My father moved a chair and sat in front of the coffee table, telling Fang Ning and his younger brothers and sisters about his youth, saying that he was also a handsome guy in the past, and the girls in the village were fascinated by him, and later they cried so hard that they didn't chase him.

He also said that he had a great regret in his life, that was, he had a childhood sweetheart and always liked her, but unfortunately he couldn't be together in the end.

When talking about the emotional part, I couldn't help but pat my beer belly, and I felt infinitely that youth is gone and time is unforgiving.

My mother, who always had to refute a few words in previous years, just listened quietly this year and occasionally showed a knowing smile. It seemed that she was not the heroine in the story, but the bystander.

Fang Weize asked his dad curiously, why did you choose your mother in the end?

My father shook his head slightly and said helplessly, "There is no way. Who told you that your mother is stubborn? She decided that it was me. She ran all the way from Yuezhou and ran alone for more than 110 kilometers. She chased me to the door of my house and wanted to marry me. Your grandfather said that if I didn't marry her, he would break my legs and ask your mother to serve me. Alas! At that time, your grandfather was not as easy to talk to as he is now."

"Oh." Fang Ning glanced at his grandfather in surprise. He didn't expect that his grandfather, who has always rarely blushed with others, had such an irritable side.

So I couldn't help but sigh that the world can really polish a person's edges and corners.

"Dad, do you regret it?" Fang Wei stuck out his tongue and asked.

Dad and mom looked at each other with a smile in their eyes. Dad touched her head and said in a doting way, "Silly child, I have lived half of my life for your parents, and my life is only so long. What else can I not regret it? Let's live like this."

The love story between my father and mother is not full of passion, but also has the warmth of a long flowing stream. Everything is fake, and only mutual support is real.

The family watched the Spring Festival Gala around the TV. Grandpa and dad chatted about life. Grandma and mom chatted about family matters and chatted. Mom responded softly. Outside the window, it became lively. The whole process was full of firecrackers and fireworks. Occasionally, the brilliant fireworks rose, and the light and shadow alternated.

As soon as Fang Ning opened the window, he threw in the strong smell of the New Year, and those broken brilliances appeared in his eyes.

He was on the balcony for a while, and he became a little drunk and his head was a little dizzy. He turned back to the sofa, covered himself with a blanket, curled his hands and feet, leaned against his grandfather, squinted his eyes and took a nap, and his ears were the sound of family chatting and TV broadcasting.

Although I was slightly drunk, my mind was clear.
Chapter completed!