Wedding Pet (MTL)

95

"Dad, you are here, come in quickly."

"Ok."

The door opened. As the two expected, Lin Yufeng was wearing glasses and a gentle smile, with two bags in his hands, standing at the door.

While pulling Lin Yufeng in joyfully, Fang Xia had already set up the tableware and chopsticks, accompanied by Fang Xia's extremely polite voice: "Uncle, you are here."

Their dinner was officially opened.

A few days ago, Fang Xia took Lin Xingqing and picked a huge whip. At this moment, when Fang Xia pulled the whip. The gun was long and red.

"Dad, you sit down. Today I'm going to fire this New Year."

"it is good."

"Xing Qing, let me join you"

"Why don't you believe me"

"Naturally not. It's just our first year. This whip and gun can only be ordered together."

"Ok."

The two of them lit the incense together. When the incense started to burn red, Lin Xingqing held the incense, Fang Xia held her hand, and a small incense just held the not long lead.

"Zi ~"

In the subtle sounds, even if there were still some lines, Lin Xingqing, who was still excited at the previous moment, screamed a little, and pulled Fang Xia back.

"Fang Xia, run fast, run fast, it's about to ring."

"Oh, Xingqing, don't you say you're not afraid?"

"Oh ~ just run."

The two were fighting with harmless and elegant mouths, trotting all the way into the door, and Lin Yufeng looked at them with some helplessness.

"Pappa"

The whip. The sound of the cannon is constant.

Very crisp, very loud, and even a bit jarring.

The three men covered their ears involuntarily, but they could not help but chuckled when they looked at each other.

The longer the whip. The louder the sound of the cannon, the louder it represents, the stronger the fortune in the coming year.

Some are vulgar and some are unreliable, but is n’t it the kind of euphoria that the New Year wants?

"Pap ... pap ..."

The long sound didn't reach the end until four or five minutes, and the whip seemed to begin to appear in front of me. The smoke and breath unique to the gun began to diffuse.

"Dad, you sit on it.

Fang Xia, you sit here, I sit there. "

The house is still that house, but the table is somehow replaced by Fang Xia, not the big table, but like a square table with four people, eight dishes and one soup. The sitting room seems to be in touch.

Less noble and noble, but more intimate.

After arranging the positions with interest, the three of them filled their own drinks with enthusiasm.

"Dad, it's the new year. I wish you every year, every day, and good health."

Although it's a bit vulgar, this New Year's greeting is definitely necessary.

"Okay, Xingqing, I wish you more and more beautiful."

Although he knew Lin Yufeng was coaxing her, this did not prevent Lin Xingqing's eyebrows from laughing.