January 23rd, twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.
The passport that I have been thinking about for a long time was finally delivered in the morning. I am grateful to the country's efficient postal system. It thinks about the people's thoughts and worries about the people's urgent needs. It does not rest on New Year's Eve and is still fighting on the front line to serve the people.
He quickly reported to Wang Xiaoshuai, then rode his bicycle through half of the capital, and solemnly handed his passport into the hands of the person in charge. Now it was finally safe.
The landlord, Mr. Zhang, and his family are going to celebrate the New Year at his parents’ home after they have demolished and moved to a new house this year. They will go to his father-in-law’s house to pay New Year greetings on the second day of the Lunar New Year. They will not be able to go home until the evening of the second day of the Lunar New Year. He Xin, who is celebrating the New Year alone, happens to be looking after the house in the yard. In order to express his gratitude, Mr. Zhang
Two pieces of braised beef and a bowl of croquettes were specially delivered early in the morning.
It is popular in the north to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. In He Xin's hometown in his previous life, this custom did not exist. The New Year's Eve dinner was a meal that the whole family gathered together. Now I have followed the local customs and went to the village entrance to buy a package of quick-frozen dumplings, along with a bottle of Erguotou.
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In the afternoon, except for the occasional firecrackers outside the wall and the sound of children crying and fussing, the whole courtyard became completely quiet. He Xin originally wanted to read the class notes, but his eyes stayed on a certain page for a long time, but he couldn't
I know what the content is, but I can’t even read it!
The same goes for changing some books to read; turning on the TV and pressing the remote control over and over again, but still can't find the program I like.
Suddenly I remembered that during the Chinese New Year, I had to clean up, get a haircut, take a shower, and then put on new clothes on the first day of the new year to welcome the new year refreshingly.
So he rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the inside and outside of the hut. He polished the originally gray glass windows and changed all the sheets, pillows and quilts. It was not practical to go out for a haircut and shower at this time. They were probably all closed, so he boiled a few kettles of hot water.
I washed my hair, scrubbed my body, and put on clean clothes.
According to the rules, you cannot sweep the floor, throw away garbage, or do laundry on the first day of the new year. You can only put the clothes, sheets, quilt covers, etc. you have changed into temporarily into your bag, and then wash them after the first day of the new year.
After a lot of busy work, he finally stayed up until dark. When he saw that the time was just six o'clock, there were still two hours before the Spring Festival Gala started. He lay on the bed and squinted for a while. By seven-thirty, his energy immediately perked up and he got out of bed.
Get up, cut two pieces of braised beef into thin slices and put them on the plate, cut half a cabbage, and soaked some vermicelli.
I put a pot directly on the stove, stewed the fried meatballs, cabbage, and vermicelli in one pot, placed the beef next to it, had a bowl and a glass of wine, and waited for the Spring Festival Gala to begin.
I have watched so many Spring Festival Galas that I have forgotten which year’s Spring Festival Gala had any interesting programs. The opening song and dance is as usual a large group of children singing and dancing with a few singers, and the screen is filled with happy smiling faces.
While He Xin was sipping a glass of wine, he watched the songs and dances that were representative of the times and the integration of all ethnic groups, the cross talk within the system, and the unique skits. They were all the same as the first time he watched them. He was having a lot of fun, and from time to time he was talking to himself.
Talking to yourself.
It wasn't until after ten o'clock that some impressive programs began to appear, especially Xiao Zhang's appalling singing voice that fully demonstrated what a true soul singer is.
When the whole bottle of Erguotou was down to one-third, and it was about to break through the limit of He Xin's drinking, it happened that Uncle Benshan's "Selling Kidnappings" came on stage. This skit is definitely Uncle Benshan's masterpiece in all the Spring Festival Gala programs over the years, and there is no one like it.
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Just started:
"Hey... what a big lie! What a big lie!"
"What a big lie. In front of everyone, please don't call me by my stage name, okay?"
"puff!"
The vermicelli that He Xin had just put into his mouth suddenly spurted out...
Once the wine was drunk, He Xin felt that his whole person would enter a magical state, with slow movements, uncontrollable laughter, and even no sense of the passage of time.
Until the fireworks and firecrackers outside turned from sporadic to lively, He Xin stood up unsteadily, opened the door, looked at the fireworks in the distant sky, and smelled the gunpowder smoke floating in the air.
I lit a cigarette and stood there quietly, hearing the voice of the host on TV leading the audience to countdown: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."
"!"
As a huge firework bloomed in the sky, and cheers came from the TV, He Xin slowly turned around, but at this time, he had already burst into tears...
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"Bang!"
I woke up the landlord Aunt Zhang who was sleeping in the main room and was about to get up and turn on the light.
"Stop bothering, it's that boy Xiaohe. I just heard him pushing the cart out." Lao Zhang next to him yawned.
"Why is he so early today?" Aunt Zhang looked out the window into the darkness.
"Who knows, maybe I've found a job again? Okay, go to bed, it's still early."
The couple turned over, and soon the sound of snoring of varying volumes sounded again.
Today is the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and He Xin set off at five o'clock.
It was pitch black outside, the darkest hour before dawn. He seemed to have returned to the scene when he was working in the Chinese Opera Canteen, riding on the deserted streets under the stars and the moon every morning.
It's just that it's too cold at the moment. Even though I'm wearing a lot of clothes, the cold wind is still driving down my trouser legs until it gets into the bones. Moreover, it's still windy, so riding is more laborious and time-consuming than before.
It took nearly an hour to arrive at the train station. At this time, it was less than ten minutes before the express train from Qingdao arrived. He Xin quickly stopped the car and ran into the station.
The train station in Beijing is always so busy. When leaving the city and returning to the city, there are crowds of people everywhere.
"Passengers please note..."
The PA in the hall started talking, and He Xin found a conspicuous position and stared in the direction of the exit.
After a while, I saw a surge of people at the exit, like a surging flow of water when the gate was opened.
There was a girl in a beige coat in the crowd dragging a huge suitcase. Although she was wearing a hat and a scarf, He Xin could still recognize her at a glance.
"Hello Cheng! Hello Cheng! Over here, over here!" The guy waved vigorously to greet him.
Cheng Haoxunsheng saw He Xin squeezing through the crowd, her eyebrows arched, she pulled down the scarf covering her mouth and nose, and said with a smile: "I'm not telling you not to come, it's too troublesome at this point."
"Just because you asked for it, I have to come."
After holding back for a whole New Year, this guy became more talkative. After saying that, he pulled the suitcase in Cheng Hao's hand and stretched out his other hand, "Here, hold on to me, let's go out first."
"Okay!" Cheng Hao smiled slightly without any hesitation and put his hand in his.
Although everyone was wearing gloves, He Xin was still secretly happy. You must know that he had just mustered up a lot of courage and finally succeeded in holding hands for the first time.
"Hey, slow down!"
When they arrived at a sparsely crowded place, this guy pulled Cheng Hao and kept rushing forward. Cheng Hao's steps became messy and he had to shout.
"Oh." He Xin stopped and turned around with a shy smile.
Only then did he notice that Cheng Hao looked haggard, with tiredness in his eyebrows.
"Didn't you sleep all night?"
"Unfortunately, I didn't get a sleeper berth this time, so I stayed there all night."
"Then why didn't you take a plane? This would save you some effort." He Xin said distressedly.
"Actually, it's almost the same. The airport is quite far away, and it takes several hours just to travel back and forth. I used to take this bus back to school. I had dinner at home, got on the bus, and got there after a short sleep. It's very convenient.
Yes. It's just that I came back early this time, and I didn't expect there to be so many people." Cheng Hao said.
"It's the peak of Spring Festival travel now! Let's go, you must be hungry, let's go out and find something to eat."
"It's better to go back to school first. It's inconvenient to carry your luggage." Cheng Hao hesitated.
"It's okay, I have a solution." He Xin said with a smile.
While they were talking, the two of them walked to the door of the hall and struggled to lift the box down the steps. He Xin said: "You wait a moment, I will push the car over."
"Why……"
Cheng Hao wanted to say something else, but he saw this guy running away in a flash.
It didn't take long to see him coming over on that silver mountain bike.
"Did you come here by bike?"
"Of course, I left at five o'clock, and the early train hasn't left yet."
Cheng Hao smiled apologetically, looked at the small bicycle, and hesitated: "You'd better not give it away. It's very convenient for me to take the bus back to school."
"fine!"
This guy still looked cheerful. He took out a rope from his pocket like a magic trick, lifted the suitcase and put it on the schoolbag rack behind the bicycle. After three strokes, five divided by two, he tied the suitcase tightly.
Okay, then he got on the car, propped up his long legs, turned sideways to reveal the crossbar in front, and made a "please" gesture: "Come on, get in the car!"
"ah?"
Cheng Hao was shocked, he didn't expect this guy to do this.
"Why are you still standing there? The police haven't even gone to work yet. It's okay. Come up." He Xin urged.
"this……"
Probably only Cheng Hao had ridden on her father's bicycle like this when she was a child. Since then, she had never ridden on a boy's bicycle like this.
"Come!"
"oh."
Cheng Hao had no choice but to bite the bullet, sit on it carefully, and said worriedly: "Can you do this?"
Is it okay? This kind of question directly tortures a man’s soul and dignity. Of course, He Xin said confidently: "Okay! I guarantee there will be no problem at all."
With the beauty in his arms, a few hairs coming out of the hat playfully brushed his lips and nose, and the faint fragrance hit him. He Xin suddenly felt full of strength.
With one pedal push, the faucet twisted twice deliberately, and the car sped forward in a snake shape, which immediately caused the beauty to exclaim.