On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Jiang Hua was making dumplings, while Zhong Shanyue was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. The radio next to him was still on, and it was singing about Mei Lanfang's Fishing and Killing the Family. The old man was reading the newspaper and shaking his head while listening to the play.
Totally like a big boss.
It was snowing heavily outside, but the old man did not lament that the auspicious snow heralded a good harvest. He put down the newspaper and stood in front of the window.
"I wonder what Yuemin is doing now?"
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "I miss my son, but that's no good. He is only a second-year soldier and has no family leave. Just write a letter if you want. If he is lucky now, he is helping the cooking team prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. He is probably with
I also make dumplings, but if I'm unlucky, I'll stand guard in the wind and snow."
"Hey, that's not right." Jiang Hua said suddenly: "Yue Min really doesn't know how to brave the wind and snow. He is a soldier in the southwest and has basically never seen snow."
Zhong Shanyue walked to the table, looked at the dumplings on the table, frowned and said: "It's just us, father and son, why are you making so many dumplings? Isn't this a waste?"
While Jiang Hua was making dumplings, he said, "I told you earlier that I asked you to find a companion. If there was a mother here, would you still use me to make dumplings and serve you? We are alone, and there are four or five people in my school."
I’m a classmate. The cafeteria is closed during the Chinese New Year, so I can only eat steamed buns and drink hot water. As a Beijing native, can’t I do my duty as a landlord?"
"Okay, you are quite humane. You even know how to deliver dumplings to your classmates. But why bother? Invite them over. It will be more lively during the Chinese New Year if there are more people, and we will not be alone."
Jiang Hua looked up at his father and said with a smile: "You don't have a clear understanding of your position. What is your status?"
"What's my status? I'm all serving the people, so I don't care about my rank."
"Last time, I invited people to the door. When they saw the posture of the courtyard and the guards at the door, they asked about your position and refused to come in. If this is a New Year's Eve invitation
I came here to have New Year’s Eve dinner, and I’m probably very nervous, so there’s no sense of the New Year.”
Zhong Shanyue said mockingly: "Oh, I am out of touch with the masses!"
"Well, so, if you have time, go and do some research. Don't sit in the office all the time. Sitting for a long time is bad for your health. Worry about the people's needs and think about what the people think."
Zhong Shanyue looked at his son talking, nodded with a smile, and then asked: "Are you going to bring dumplings to send to your classmates?"
"How could it be possible? There are also peanuts, melon seeds, sugar, and some snacks. I'll also give you some tripe and blood sausage. At least it should look like celebrating the New Year."
Zhong Shanyue returned to the sofa, looked at Jiang Hua who was making dumplings, and said: "You tell me, in the blink of an eye, you are all grown up. When you were young, you, Yue Min, Zheng Tong, Yuan Jun, and a few other little boys, have arrived during the New Year."
Sometimes I sneak around the house looking for sweets to eat, and it seems like what happened right before my eyes is that now you are the only one left."
"Both Yuan Jun and Yue Min are serving as soldiers. Only Zheng Tong is suffering the most. He is still in the northwest countryside. Fortunately, he can have enough to eat now and has chickens and fish during the New Year. In the previous correspondence, Zheng Tong said that he especially enjoys such a life. Apart from
Farming was a bit tiring, and he spent the rest of his time studying history, and his heart had never been so peaceful."
Zhong Shanyue said with emotion, "You are studying well. I ran away from the Xiangnan Normal University and became a soldier. I still miss the days when I studied in school."
"Dad, I heard that you admire Mr. Treeman the most."
"Yes, sir, your article is spicy and to the point. It makes people happy and scared at the same time."
Jiang Hua suddenly remembered something interesting, so he asked: "Then please explain to me, the last sentence in Mr. Autumn Night, in my back garden, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree
, the other one is also a jujube tree, what does it mean?"
Zhong Shanyue said with a smile: "If you are celebrating the New Year, can you not think about such sad articles? How can you understand Mr. Shuren's loneliness? This also includes the brotherhood between him and Zuoren."
The old man had two brushes, and the two of them were chatting and laughing. Jiang Hua wrapped the dumplings and put them in the pot to cook them neatly.
He had already prepared several thermos buckets, filled the dumplings, wrapped them in cotton coats, picked up the prepared things, and was ready to go to school.
"Dad, if you are hungry, make your own dumplings. I will go to school first."
Zhong Shanyue waved his hand: "Go ahead, you can't take care of yourself when you are an old man. Slow down on the road and don't fall."
There are no bicycles in Jianghua. The snow on the road is relatively thick, so riding a bicycle is not as stable as walking.
After a lot of hard work, I finally arrived at the school. When I knocked on the door of the dormitory, I heard the person inside asking feebly: "Who is it?"
"Jiang Hua, who else could be there? Who else could be thinking about you today?"
With a crash, the door was opened.
Zhang Dongfang asked: "It's New Year's Eve. If you don't stay at home, why are you coming to the dormitory?"
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "I'm afraid you'll starve to death. What I'm going to eat today is probably Wo Wotou. We have to have a New Year's atmosphere, so I'll give you delicious food."
Jiang Hua put the thing in his hand and waved it in front of his eyes for a few times, and everyone who had not gone home got off the bed.
Lin Zhidan said in surprise: "Delicious? It's so good, it finally feels like celebrating the New Year."
"Hot dumplings, I know you southerners don't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but this is the north, do as the Romans do, so please bear with me."
Zhang Dongfang opened a thermos bucket, and the steaming dumplings were crystal clear, looking so appetizing.
Zhang Dongfang said happily: "What else are you choosing? Such fragrant dumplings make you want to eat them as soon as you see them."
Jiang Hua put down his hand and reached for the bag, unzipped it and said, "Not only dumplings, there are also sugar, peanuts, melon seeds, blood sausage, tripe, and two bottles of Erguotou."
Liu Weidong took a sip of the aroma of the dumplings and said happily: "Hey, it's really the New Year, Jiang Hua, thank you for still thinking of us, I wish you a Happy New Year first."
Others also said: "That's right, Jianghua, Happy New Year."
Jiang Hua also raised his hands to several people and said, "Happy New Year. I wish you all academic progress and success in your career in the new year."
Zhang Dongfang looked out the window and said: "Jiang Hua, I won't keep you here. Go back and celebrate the New Year with your uncle. The snow seems to be getting heavier again. Please pay attention to safety on the road."
Others also woke up from a dream: "Yes, yes, yes, go back quickly and help us take care of uncle. Just say that we wish him good health and all the best."
Jiang Hua was walking on the road in the wind and snow, and the sky gradually darkened. At this time, the crackling sound of firecrackers pierced his ears. It was the New Year, and another new year was coming.
