This year, Ling Xiaowei was very touched by such a sumptuous reunion dinner, and Ling Guoqiang was even more excited. He took the lead in picking up a piece of braised meatballs and handed it to Zhang Cuifen's bowl. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse and he said: "Cuifen,
Thank you, thank you for coming to my home, thank you for everything you have done for me and Xiaowei, I am very happy for this year’s Chinese New Year.”
Zhang Cuifen smiled naively, rubbed her hands, and said a little shyly, "Don't say that, I'm married, I'm just living my life! Come on, eat quickly! It's already cold!"
Zhang Cuifen's words were simple, but the smile on her face was very real. She was really happy. After her husband left, she knew what it was like to celebrate the New Year alone. This year, she lived with a father and daughter, although she felt resentful at first.
, but after getting along with her for the past few days, she slowly accepted it, especially when she saw Ling Guoqiang starting to use the sewing machine again.
She seemed to see hope, she wanted to follow this man and live a good life.
Maybe the New Year's atmosphere was so good, or maybe her father's words were very touching. Ling Xiaowei felt excited and said to Zhang Cuifen: "Aunt Zhang, thank you."
Zhang Cuifen was slightly stunned. She had never expected that Ling Xiaowei would say this, "Okay, come on, Xiaowei, eat more!" Zhang Cuifen picked up a lot of vegetables for Ling Xiaowei.
"Mom, I want it too! I want it!" Ming Ming, seeing that he had no food, screamed anxiously.
The obvious noise dispelled the slightly sensational atmosphere, and everyone began to happily eat the New Year's Eve dinner.
While eating New Year's Eve dinner, the New Year's announcement from the village radio station came from outside the house.
In the New Year without television, what everyone is most looking forward to is the New Year broadcast at the village radio station. The village radio station will broadcast the CCTV Spring Festival Gala live. Whenever the radio station broadcasts, the sound of firecrackers outside the house disappears.
The entire night sky was filled with live radio broadcasts with the tingling sound of electricity.
1990, this year has come, this year Ling Xiaowei is eleven years old!
With the mother's small backpack on her back, Ling Xiaowei and Ming Ming lay down on the bed. They ate the jelly given by Zhang Cuifen. Ming Ming fell asleep after eating the jelly. Ling Xiaowei tried hard to hold up her eyelids, wanting to finish listening to this.
A nice song.
I'm still thinking in my heart, I have to get up early tomorrow, I must get up at four o'clock, I have to go out to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow, I have to pay New Year's greetings...
"" The small backpack was swinging, and my mother carried me down to the stilted building with laughter.
For the first time, I tasted wild fruits in the deep mountains
For the first time, I washed my little hands by the clear stream.
This is my first time to go shopping, the big world in the mountains
The first time I went down to the river beach, I watched a dragon boat race
Yo...yo..., I will never forget my mother's little backpack in my childhood.
The small basket on my back was round and round, and my mother carried me down the stilted building while singing..."
With the bang of firecrackers, Ling Xiaowei suddenly woke up from the singing of the small backpack! The lights in the room were on, and the window was dark. It was night, or it was already dawn.
The sound of crackling firecrackers rang out in the distance, it was the second day!
The first day of the first month!
Ling Xiaowei was so excited that she sat up from the bed and saw that her father and Zhang Cuifen were not there at the opposite bedside. They must have already gotten up!
Turning her head, she found a new set of clothes on the bed, which was a red woolen coat. Her father had made it for her. Ling Xiaowei climbed out of the bed happily, couldn't wait to take the clothes, opened them, took a look, and told herself
