"It's New Year's Eve. There's nothing to do. You can go cook first while I practice martial arts here."
New Year's Eve is a time when every family reunites to watch the New Year's Eve. At this time, everyone stays with their family, and there is no habit of visiting each other.
"good."
Xiaowan responded and went to the fire room to light a fire and cook. Sometimes she stretched her head to look at the young master who was practicing martial arts in the snow.
The white snow was flying, and Ren Pingsheng felt like a free spirit, as if he had merged with the sky and the earth.
Consciousness exists within himself but transcends himself. Every snowflake flying around him seems to be attracted by him, dancing around him and changing. As his body rotates, his consciousness rotates,
It also made a whirlpool.
At this moment, his consciousness seemed to have touched these snowflakes, and he felt the crystal, clear, and cool texture of the snowflakes. He could clearly see the tiny traces of cracks in the crystals.
At this moment, in Xiaowan's eyes, the young master was filled with a sense of rhythmic beauty, as if he had merged with the surrounding snow scene, no longer distinguishable from each other.
"call!"
When a person cannot get an answer because he is obsessed with one thing, when he regrets because of a mishandling, or when he is overwhelmed by what he has to do in the future, it is very painful, as if the spirit is trapped in a closed maze.
If you don't come out, you will become mentally and physically exhausted due to internal friction.
After breakfast, Xiaowan started to work, making noodles, cutting meat, and chopping stuffings. Her little figure was diligent and busy.
Ren Pingsheng stopped and carefully recalled the feeling just now.
Ren Pingsheng was also there to help.
But this is the strong wind brought by fists and feet, and it no longer has the rhythm just now.
At noon, Xiaowan made a portion of fried pork with green pepper and tea-flavored short ribs, and served a portion to Sledgehammer. She also picked up a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine that Ren Pingsheng brought to Ma when he came back in the morning.
Xiaowan looked at the sky and shouted a sledgehammer.
"Hello Mr. Ren!"
"I saw my baby smashing. Look, your parents are not at home, and you don't have a girlfriend. You are such an old man, and you don't even have anyone to accompany you during the New Year."
Ren Pingsheng took the ashes leaking from the stove outside the door and spread it on the snow. He came back and took out a small shovel, shoveled a few pieces of coal, hooked the stove lid with an iron hook, and added it in.
A long ray of light cut through the sky, and finally exploded in the sky. Suddenly, colorful colors spread out in the sky, and exploded again, turning into colorful fireworks all over the sky, twinkling in the sky.
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Xiaowan returned to her west room, but she didn't want to sleep at all. The flame of the kerosene lamp flickered, and the room's light and shadow shone in the dim light.
Ren Pingsheng put down his book, stretched out, and his bones suddenly crackled. When he got to the fire room, he opened the pot lid and saw that the dumplings were rising and falling in the pot.
Until Ren Pingsheng felt tired, he still couldn't find the feeling he had at the beginning, as if it was really just his own trance.
No response.
"Forget it, there are times in life that you must have, but there are times in life that don't force it. Who knows what that feeling is like?"
Reading books, time passes slowly.
Ren Pingsheng casually took out some candies, some malt candies, or some hard candies from his pocket, one for each child.
But that feeling was not like my imagination. It was as if I had really become an elf in the snow and entered a wonderful realm.
When Ren Pingsheng returned home, the snow had lightened up.
Ren Pingsheng, who returned to Zi City, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his mobile phone in his hand: "Mom, did you see it just now? Those fireworks are so beautiful!"
"Sledgehammer, the young master asked you to come over tonight and eat dumplings together."
They may not know what Mr. Ren's name is in his life, but they all know how respectful their parents are when they talk about and see Mr. Ren. Under the influence of their ears and eyes, they naturally have awe of Mr. Ren.
Sledgehammer followed Xiaowan to the fire room, sat on the small bench, and started the stove fire.
"I understand, little Wanmei."
"Huhuhu~"
"Master!"
"Ah~"
Both of them enjoyed this plain and warm New Year's Eve.
After dinner, the three of them ate sunflower seeds and chatted around the stove for a while before leaving.
After lunch, Ren Pingsheng went out for a walk. The family was more tolerant of children during the Chinese New Year, and many children were running and playing outside.
"Happy New Year, sir!"
"Sledgehammer, let's make dumplings."
Ren Pingsheng put the big red dates on the stove lid and roasted them. When they were hot, he put them in his mouth and chewed them. They were especially sweet.
In the dim room, Xiaowan couldn't sit still.
Someone started to set off firecrackers outside, and sporadic firecrackers and the laughter of children came from outside.
She moved back to the west room, sat down blankly, held her chin in her hands, and looked at the huge flames in front of her, feeling a little lonely.
"boom!"
"good."
The three of them were eating and chatting, talking about their experiences this year and thinking about the situation in the coming year.
The fire is burning brighter!
Occasionally there are a few "crackling" sounds, or the sound of coal burning and exploding.
Many children said hello to Ren Pingsheng when they saw him.
In the afternoon, Sledgehammer also came over early and brought some dried jujubes.
In the evening, on the round table in the north room, there were more than a dozen plates of dumplings, and Xiaowan also fried a few side dishes!
While editing the group New Year greeting messages, I took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and put it on the coffee table. I pressed the electric button and adjusted the sofa to a semi-reclining position.
She walked to the door of the north room, lightly knocked on it, and called a few times.
She picked the wick and carefully added some oil to the lamp, and then the flame became stable again.
After Xiaowan put down the food and medicine, she said to Sledgehammer.
This feeling was clear and short-lived. Ren Pingsheng felt that he was just in a trance. After the trance, the wonderful feeling disappeared, and the snowflakes around him fell to the ground, blending into the plain whiteness of the ground.
"You're celebrating the Chinese New Year, why are you talking about this?"
Sledgehammer responded.
The father over there said something to the mother.
Ren has experienced these things in his life. When encountering such things, he can only explain himself and use Zeng Guofan's words - adapt to things, do not welcome the future, do not mix the present, and do not love the past.
Xiaowan was making dumplings, and Ren Pingsheng took a book and sat on the bench by the stove.
She put on her cloak and opened the door. The snow outside had already stopped.
The stove is burning brightly, the hearth is burning red and bright, and you can hear the sound of the raging flames burning inside.
It's not like the feeling when practicing boxing. In Lan's martial arts school, the senior brother has never explained that there is such a feeling when practicing martial arts.
The sweet candies make Mr. Ren's image more intimate and profound in the children's hearts.
Ren Pingsheng hung up the video.
The fists resumed, the wind roared in the courtyard, and the wind picked up the snow, which danced in the air.
He couldn't tell what state he was in just now, so he simply wrote down that feeling and asked his senior brother again when he got to the Lan's martial arts school.
"Okay, okay, I won't tell you anymore, let's watch TV."
The sky has turned a little dark, the words on the book can no longer be seen clearly, and I feel a little hungry.
"it's beautiful!"
At this time, the skit being performed on TV was coming to an end. In the happy music, Ren Pingsheng only heard one sentence: "Two newlyweds 321, love is so wonderful!"
Ren Pingsheng was not too interested in the next magic show and continued to edit personalized New Year greeting messages to some close friends and important friends.
"Happy New Year!"
On the mobile phone, Qingyang's profile picture flashed.
