The birthday cake in the twelfth lunar month was so big that the whole family could only eat less than a third of it.
Lu Xu asked La Yue what she wanted to do with the rest. La Yue thought for a while and began to count her relatives, friends and friends.
So, La Yue and Lu Xu cut the cakes, and the whole family helped, helping them pack the cut cakes one by one. Lu Xu carried a three-layer basket and led La Yue through the snow to distribute gifts to various houses.
Third uncle's family, fourth uncle's family, grandparents, Yan Junqi's family, no one can be missing, and then there are Shuixiu and other friends who play well with her, and a few friends who study together in the grocery store.
From the west end to the east end, the children of Twelve Moon make friends all over the village. Their relationship is not particularly good. Children who do not get cakes will give each other two candies whenever they meet Twelve Moon - the best and most expensive ones sold in her grandfather's shop. Fruity colored candies.
Lu Xu asked her: "You have divided the candy, do you still have to eat it?"
La Yue patted her purse and said, "I have money!"
My brother just gave her a big bag.
Lu Xu finally saw that she was a little girl who couldn't save money.
In the afternoon, all the children in the village knew that it was the birthday of the twelfth lunar month. They all braved the snow to celebrate the birthday of the twelfth lunar month. Some brought an egg, some a small handkerchief, and some a small toy. In the afternoon, the children received a Basket gifts.
A group of children were chatting, playing hopscotch, and skiing at Lu's house. Lu Xu found a wooden board, drilled holes and tied ropes, used it as a snowmobile for them to play with, and taught them to build a snowman outside the door.
In the evening, their family had longevity noodles. Lu Xu started making them early and asked them all to stay for dinner.
A big pot of noodles, a big pot of meat sauce toppings, a big pot of millet and pumpkin porridge, sizzling tofu suitable for snacks, small crispy pork, small portions and large sizes. A group of children finished the two pots of noodles, and dried up all the vegetables and porridge. Their bellies were round, they licked their mouths, and they asked La Yue unfinished, "La Yue, are you still celebrating your birthday tomorrow?"
Twelfth Moon said regretfully: "I won't be able to celebrate my birthday until next year."
Lu Xu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sent the little carrots home one by one.
Lu Xu was busy cooking the day before and didn't pay much attention. The next day when he went out to clear the snow, he found that the snowman at the door looked quite like that.
Leaves and stones were used as eyes and mouth, branches were used as hands and feet, and some children used dead willow branches to make long hair for the snowman.
Lu Xu made some comments and asked La Yue and Lu Zhou to come over and repair the crooked snowman. They were chattering and provoked the children of the third grandmother's family and Wen Zhen. La Yue pulled out the ski car and let Wen Zhen pull it. Lu Rui plays.
Lu Xu was having a snowball fight with a few older children. Yuan Maniang looked out from time to time while sweeping the yard. When she heard them shouting and laughing outside, she couldn't help but stand at the door to watch them play. When she saw it, Yan Junqi Watching it too.
Lu Rui had the most fun. He was small and small. He could hit people with snowballs, and at most he could throw them on their butts. It didn’t hurt or hurt him. No one cared about him. They were all busy chasing others. He was right there in the crowd. Running here, running there, he is in the playground for the older children, and he is also there for the half-grown children. No one is busier than him. He is so happy that he is picking up snowballs all over the field, and the whole village can hear him. He laughed.
As the target of the siege, Lu Xu quickly surrendered after running tired - he was the biggest in the group and was not easy to bully children, and he was beaten by children again, so he suffered a big loss.
Lu Xu squatted aside and handed Lu Rui snowballs, instructing Lu Rui to throw them for him. The two brothers teamed up to bully others, and the bullying was obvious.
He was handing Lu Rui a snowball to instruct Lu Rui to beat someone, when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Someone is coming down from the mountain!"
Lu Xu was stunned and a snowball hit his head from Lu Rui.
He patted the snow on his head and threw Lu Rui to Lu Zhou.
A person actually came down on the mountain road to the west of their home.
He was the only one, carrying a baggage, dusty and covered in snow, walking down the ice-covered road without any stumbling.
But when I was about to enter the village, I saw and heard so many children playing, and my hurried steps suddenly slowed down, as if I didn't know whether I should come down or not.
They looked at each other dozens of meters apart.
Lu Xu shouted: "Who are you looking for?"
The man asked them with a northern accent, "Is this Lujia Village?"
Lu Xu: "Yes."
The man slowly came down from the mountain. Lu Xu and Yan Junqi came forward to meet them. As they got closer, they found that most of the man's clothes were wet, his hair and beard were still covered with frozen ice, and there were big bruises on his face, neck, and hands. Small and large stab wounds.
Lu Xu asked: "Did you come back from fighting in the north?"
The man smiled and said, "Exactly."
Lu Xu: "You are such a person. Why did you come from the mountain in such a freezing cold weather? The mountain road is frozen and so slippery. What if you fall down the mountain? You finally came back from the battlefield, why are you so willing to risk your life!" Which family are you from? Why don't you come to my house first and have some hot soup, and I'll call someone for you."
The man looked towards the village and saw that the village had changed greatly from when he left. It looked like a familiar village. He rejected Lu Xu's kindness and said, "Thank you for your kindness, little brother. I have been away from home for too long and I am in a hurry to go back."
Lu Xu thought about it, and there were only a few steps left, so he didn't want to delay others. "Then you should go back quickly. Your family must be waiting for you to come home."
The man tugged his lips and wanted to smile, but his smile was forced.
He squeezed the hat on his head and said goodbye to Lu Xu, heavy and light at the same time.
Looking at his back walking towards the village, Lu Xu and Yan Junqi sighed, "I can't even hear the local accent anymore. I don't know how many years I've been away. It's great to be back."
Yan Junqi smiled and sighed: "Yes..."
Being able to come back is the greatest luck, both for myself and for my relatives.
Lu Xu was silent for a while, and suddenly had a new idea, "Jun Qi, let's write Spring Festival couplets!"
"Spring Festival couplets?"
"Yeah! I bought a lot of red paper. I cut it and you write it. Each family will receive two or three pieces. The rest of the paper will be written with the word "福". How about posting it in the village?"
Only people from well-off families here can write Spring Festival couplets. Firstly, there are few scholars, and Spring Festival couplets are expensive. Secondly, no one recognizes them after they are written. Usually, people only buy red paper and cut out the words "happy" when celebrating happy events.
Yan Junqi thought about the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters that could be seen everywhere in the village, and joy surged into his heart, "Okay!"
Just do it. Lu Xu took out the red paper he bought from the county. Originally, he wanted Yan Junqi to write it and take it to the grocery store to sell to his grandparents. But now he changed his mind. Not only did Yan Junqi want to write it, but also everyone who could write Come and write.
There just happened to be several children in front of his house. Children who had learned calligraphy in the grocery store and had not yet picked up a brush or dipped in ink were also brought over by him. He moved the table, laid out paper, and distributed pens. Lu Zhou watched a group of children write. Whether the word "Fu" looks good or not, you can take it home and play with it. Yan Junqi is writing Spring Festival couplets at another table.
Everything is good when the country is stable and everything is new.
Flowers are spent, the moon is full, life is long, time is harmonious and happy and the years are prosperous.
Thousands of families are enjoying themselves in the prosperous age, and everything is prosperous in the New Year.
…
Lu Xu watched from the side. What Yan Junqi wrote was simple and easy to understand. He could understand it at a glance. People in the village would also like it after reading it. He couldn't help but ask: "Is there any for me? Which one should I post?" "
Yan Junqi took up the pen and thought for a while, then changed the round and solid font into a cursive script with flying dragons and phoenixes: "Simple to deep, long happiness is not yet young."
"Put it on your door."
Lu Xu looked at it again and again, and said dissatisfied: "Why are the things you give others so neat and tidy, but I can't understand a word of them?"
The further we walk into the village, the more familiar the scenery becomes.
He had been away from home for more than ten years and had traveled half of Daqi. Home had changed from a familiar scene to a vague thought. Even his accent had been affected and changed without knowing it. Several times, he thought he would never come back. But once again I saw the big willow tree beside the grain drying field, the clear stream flowing through the village, and the snow-covered mountains in the distance. Those memories that were constantly blurring and shrinking suddenly burst out from the dusty corners -
Once, he and his elder brother climbed trees to pick fungus. Once, he and his elder brother used poles to fetch water from the stream every day and carry it home. Once, he followed his father to the mountains to catch rabbits and collect herbs...
Some of the mud houses have been renovated, and some are older than before. The big tiger he drew on the wall with tree branches when he was a child has disappeared. The old wall has peeling off in patches.
…
The pace of returning home is slow, step by step, and the river of time has passed.
Home was getting closer and closer, but he gradually couldn't recognize which door was his home.
“If we don’t hurry up, all the good meat will be sold out!”
Suddenly, he heard an old woman's voice coming from far away. The wooden door of a shop in front of him opened with a creak, and the voice became more real. An old man with a slight limp came out of the shop carrying a basin of tofu cubes and spread the tofu on the basket stand in front of the shop.
"Just went..."
Lu Wuzhu poured the tofu on the bamboo basket. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone standing not far away. He took a cursory glance and didn't recognize him. He turned around and asked, "Buying something?"
The man just stared at him and said nothing.
Grandma Lu chased her out of the house with a cane, "Slow down on the road, don't step on the ice..."
The man's eyes turned to her again.
Grandma Lu's vision was as clear as when she was young. She looked around but couldn't see who it was, and she didn't remember who in the village was so unshaven. She only saw that he was carrying a heavy baggage, and asked doubtfully: "Whose family do you belong to?" You look so angry, are you visiting relatives?"
The man still didn't speak, but took a few steps closer to them, stopped three steps away, and did not dare to move.
Grandma Lu was startled, looked up and stared at him, look, look, look, and suddenly asked softly, "Is it Er Qing?"
The man knelt down with a plop, choked with sobs, and opened his mouth to call "Mother", but his throat was blocked and no sound came out.
Grandma Lu stared at the tear-stained face and walked over on the snow. She couldn't remember which leg she took and how many steps she took. When she breathed, she was already holding her son's face in her hands to wipe his tears. Looking for traces of his youth on the unfamiliar face, "It's our Erqing..."
After being away from home for more than ten years, I feel like a stranger when I return home. I don't know my close relatives, and I ask them their names.
Grandma Lu smiled, tears fell, and the still clear voice sounded in her ears, "Mom, please stop crying, I will be back in a year or two at most." "Brother, I'm leaving, wait until I come back Let’s build a house together!”
The skinny boy who was once childlike is now tall and strong, with a weathered face. Only her eyebrows and nose can still vaguely reveal her familiar appearance.
"It's our Erqing!"
The author has something to say:
Second uncle is back! Just before the Chinese New Year, the Lu Xu family is truly reunited!
I took out my little notebook and took a look at the original positioning - warm and healing (gradually quieter...) The author who cried several times (stubbornly refused to admit the abuse) thought it was still very healing! ! (Gradually silent...)
Everything is good when the country is stable, and everything is new in the times of spring - from the Internet
Flowers are spent, the moon is full and life is long, time is harmonious and the years are happy and prosperous - from "Collection of Tang Dynasty Couplets", searched from the Internet
In the prosperous age, everything is prosperous in the new year - from the Spring Festival couplets in "Zhang Qian's Monument", searched from the Internet
(I tried writing it myself, emmmm, but I couldn’t write it... TT)
"The light is shallow, the deep is deep, and the long-lasting happiness is not yet young." The next sentence is "We meet and share sympathy, and we don't talk about the world." I looked up online and said it came from the "Book of Songs". I couldn't find which one. I have 300 poems in the "Book of Songs". It’s not there, it may be fabricated, so I’ll use (opposite finger) for the time being. The general meaning of this sentence is that I hope that the other person will never end their happiness. When you meet the right person, you can be in love with each other until the end of the world without talking. That is to say - Xiaoyan made a confession silently, but did not dare to write it clearly.
Actually, given Xiao Lu's level of education, even if Xiao Yan wrote clearly, he probably wouldn't be able to understand...
Lu Xu:? ? ? (Turn over the table!)
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