Chapter 15 It’s Chinese New Year
“Really?” Fang Minghua chuckled: “Then you tell your cousin my true situation.”
“I won’t, let her go blind Guess."
The two were chatting when the dance music started again. A very handsome young man came over and made a gesture of invitation to Song Tangtang: "Tangtang, let me ask you to dance."
The girl hesitated, but stood up.
Perhaps it was because Song Tangtang danced very well and was always invited, one song after another, but Fang Minghua never invited anyone again and sat on the sofa drinking tea leisurely.
The dance ended at around ten o'clock, and everyone dispersed. Several young men drove away with the girl on their motorcycles, and Fang Minghua got into Zhao Hongjun's car again.
"Hey, Minghua, why don't you jump in the back?" Zhao Hongjun asked while driving.
"Dancing is just like that. I think drinking tea is good. Red Army, does your dad have any good tea? Get me some." Fang Minghua joked.
"I don't dare to take anything else, but tea. OK, I'll get you some next time. When did you learn to drink tea? I remember you didn't drink tea when you jumped in line?"
"Everyone in the magazine office likes to drink tea."
"Yes, as a writer, a cigarette never leaves your hand and tea never leaves your mouth, but why don't you kid smoke? A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god."
“A cup of tea after a meal, I am the god’s eldest father”
Zhao Hongjun laughed loudly after hearing this.
The two were chatting and laughing, and Zhao Hongjun sent him to the door of the family courtyard of the magazine.
"Minghua, let's play again next time." Zhao Hongjun stuck his head out and said.
"Forget it, you are all the children of high-ranking cadres. I am going to join in the fun." Fang Minghua said.
"Look what you said, there are no disciples. You showed your hand today to shock them. Continue next time and try other new tricks."
Let's talk about it then. , please be careful when driving. "After saying that, Fang Minghua waved and entered the family courtyard.
The sound of firecrackers marked the end of the year, and the spring breeze brought warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.
The Spring Festival of 1981 has arrived.
At the beginning of New Year's Eve, the whole family gets busy, putting up Spring Festival couplets, window grilles, setting off firecrackers, and having New Year's Eve dinner in the evening.
My mother steamed the buns, and also made the famous "Guanzhong Steamed Four Bowls" - millet rice, short crispy pork, braised pork with pickled vegetables, and steamed pork with rice flour.
This stuff is a rarity for ordinary people these days. Just like Fang Minghua’s family, whose conditions have been relatively good in the past two years, they can only eat it during the Chinese New Year.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, there is no Spring Festival Gala these days - even if there is a Spring Festival Gala, there is no TV to watch. Fang Minghua and his sister set off a burst of firecrackers in the yard, and then the whole family gathered around the coal stove to play poker - digging holes, but these days it is called " "Gui San", we played until 12 o'clock before we went to bed.
Early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, after eating steamed buns and glutinous rice, the whole family happily went shopping in new clothes, East Street and Luoma Market
The next day, the second day of the Lunar New Year, My sister Fang Mingmei and her brother-in-law came back with their nephew, and the whole family was even more lively.
"Uncle, let me wish you a happy new year!" The little nephew is called Chen Yong. He is three years old this year and has a tiger-like appearance. He kowtows immediately when he sees Fang Minghua.
I want lucky money.
Fang Minghua was also generous and immediately took out a two-dollar "big bill" from his wallet and handed it to him. "Here you go, go buy some sweets."
My sister saw it and stopped her quickly: "Minghua, how can you give me so much? Just give me a dime."< br>
“It doesn’t matter, this is the first year that I will give New Year’s money to Xiaoyong, so I should.” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
The younger sister Fang Mingli next to her interjected: "Sister, you don't know, my brother is now a writer and has earned several hundred yuan in royalties."
"Really?" My sister was surprised and happy after hearing this.
Fang Mingli recounted what happened recently, and her sister repeatedly praised Fang Minghua for his progress and progress.
My mother, Zhang Fenglan, was busy rolling out the noodles, cursing her son inwardly for being too generous and a waste of money.
But I am also very happy. If you don’t have money, you won’t lose anything if you want to.
I am most worried that my son, who seemed to be the least promising at first, has now become a writer. It is like smoke is rising from his ancestral grave!
I have to burn more paper when I return to my hometown tomorrow.
The whole family had a lively lunch and were ready to go out together, but Fang Minghua couldn't do it. Now he has to go to the work to see the gate until Zhang Bao tomorrow morning Fulai had to work another shift and had to rely on his sister to deliver dinner.
During the Chinese New Year, there was almost no one in the magazine and the door was closed. Fang Minghua sat alone in the guard room, heating up the coal stove, drinking the cheapest labor insurance tea, and first worked as a correspondence class teacher. Assigned homework, after dinner in the afternoon, I would do my own thing.
Usually I read a book, but today I have to reply to the girl named Li Li.
Before coming over, he received another reply from the girl.
The girl said that her family conditions are relatively good and she has been living in Xijing. She has hardly suffered any hardships since she was a child. Therefore, her parents often use the hardships of their generation to teach her that she should dare to endure hardships, be willing to endure hardships, be good at enduring hardships, and never forget to endure hardships. .
Isn’t this also advocated in books and newspapers?
Hey, it seems that the other party is a very simple girl.
After thinking about it, Fang Minghua wrote this on the stationery: "Although your parents say so, they are worried that you will be at a loss when encountering difficulties and setbacks, or even be unable to recover. In fact, which parent does not want their children to be safe? , live a happy life?”
“I think you think so too, right?”
Ha, I have become a close sister.
Fang Minghua couldn’t help but shake his head.
After writing a brief letter, Fang Minghua had just put it in the envelope and would send it out tomorrow at the new address written on it, when he suddenly saw someone knocking on the iron door.
He hurriedly put the envelope into the drawer and walked out the door. It was Zhao Hongjun, carrying a yellow satchel, but he did not drive the big red flag today.
"Happy New Year!" Fang Minghua greeted with a smile and opened the door again to let him in.
"Red Army, if you are not celebrating the New Year at home, why are you coming to my place?" Fang Minghua asked as the two entered the guard room.
Zhao Hongjun did not answer, but took out an exquisite tea can from his yellow satchel.
“This is Longjing. Someone gave it to my dad.”
“Thank you.” Fang Minghua was overjoyed.
“And this!” Zhao Hongjun took out another bottle of wine from his bag and put it on the table. Fang Minghua took a look.
Damn it, it’s Maotai!
(End of this chapter)