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Chapter 20: Going Home for the New Year

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    Li Xin's Golf performance was excellent, and the car quickly drove on the Fuyin Expressway.  Li Xin never got off 100 yards along the way. The freeway is still free during the Spring Festival holiday this year. Although there are a lot of cars on the road today, there is absolutely no congestion, so Li Xin and I can travel smoothly.

    It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we passed Pingliang, Gansu, and Li Xin and I took a brief rest in the service area.  Before getting in the car, I asked Li Xin to take a rest at the back, and I could be responsible for driving.

    Li Xin sat in the back row with ease, and I got into the cab to drive.  The handling of the Golf is quite good. Driving this kind of car doesnĄŻt put much pressure on me. I keep the 100 yards up and down all the way.

    Opening the CD in the car, Li Xin still put the Eason Chan album in it.

    In the slow and magnetic voice of Eason Chan, I drove all the way forward, and Li Xin fell asleep peacefully within a short while.

    There are many tunnels on the expressway after Pingliang. I have walked this section of the road back and forth nearly a hundred times, so I am familiar with it.  I walked through the tunnels one after another cautiously, and soon arrived in Guyuan. At this time, it was completely dark. On both sides of the expressway, I could occasionally see the atmosphere of the Spring Festival in the red lanterns, and there were fireworks in the distance from time to time.

    I suddenly feel that there are not so few beautiful things in life. As long as I can calm down and observe carefully, there are still many beautiful things.  Just as I am listening to Eason Chan's "Long Time No See" on the highway at this moment, outside the car window is a farmland covered with snow, and fireworks rise from time to time in the distant night, and Li Xin's quiet breathing is behind me  Voice.

    Li Xin was obviously very relieved of my driving, she didn't wake up all the way.  Maybe it was because she got up early enough to prepare breakfast this morning, or maybe it was because she was really tired after a lot of work at the end of the year.  Tang Xiaoyun and I have never been together for so many years.

    We arrived home at about eleven o'clock at night. At this time, Li Xin had already woken up. She sat in the back row and wiped off the fog on the lathe bed like a naughty child, and kept her eyes close to the lathe bed to look at the scenery outside from time to time.

    "Is this where you grew up?" Li Xin asked me as she sat in the back.

    "Yes, I grew up here since I was a child. There are my relatives, classmates and friends here. It's just that I seldom go home these years. Gradually, I have become estranged. I am the only one of my classmates in elementary school.  She is not married, and the son of the girl who got married the first is in the second grade!" I said.

    "It's still so fast!" Li Xin sighed.

    "Our custom is that women usually get married more often, and we can hardly find unmarried people like me at my age!" I explained.

    "Then you have to work hard!" I glanced at Li Xin in the rearview mirror, and she smiled at me with her tongue out.

    "Isn't that right, but this matter depends on fate, there is no rush!" I said.

    "You also believe in fate?"

    "Believe it, why don't you believe it!"

    "Then do you think we have two?" Li Xin asked.

    I just laughed dryly and didn't speak again. In fact, a long time ago, I felt that the encounter between Li Xin and I was clearly fate.  Just not in the same circle.  As Guo Dong said, I don't seem to be good enough for Li Xin at all.

    Bypassing this topic about fate, Li Xin and I talked about the customs of our place again.

    Ningxia is a Hui autonomous region, and Hui people account for a large proportion of the population.  I told Li Xin some of the living habits of the Hui people who had come back from hearsay. She was fascinated by what she listened to, and from time to time she felt the mystery and greatness of this nation.

    There are many Muslims among my classmates, and the conditions are difficult when I go to school. Whenever there are large-scale festivals for the Muslims, I often eat the special delicacies brought to school by the Muslim students.

    Muslim Street in Xi'an is also a gathering place for Muslims, and Li Xin must have been there.  ItĄŻs just that after so many years in XiĄŻan, I always feel that the Muslims in the Huifang are somewhat different from those in my hometown. I donĄŻt know if itĄŻs because the commercial atmosphere here has become stronger after the Huimin Street has become a tourist attraction in recent years.  , so that I can't feel the simplicity and holiness of the Hui people, or some other reasons that I can't understand.

    We arrived home almost half an hour later, I parked the car outside my yard, and got off with Li Xin.

    The gate of my hometown has never been closed at night for so many years. It is the New Year's Eve, and the gate of the house is open. There are two extra large red lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate pier.  In the past few years, this matter was all done by me, this year it will beDad did it all by himself.

    The couplets on the pier were written by my father. I never deny that I can write a hand that is still readable, and it is all thanks to my father.

    Dad is a well-known calligrapher in ten miles and eight towns. A few years ago, the villagers were not well-off. Every Spring Festival, they brought red paper to ask my father to write couplets. When I went to college, occasionally someone asked my father for help.  I was a ghostwriter, and he said that I had the essence of his calligraphy. At that time, I would take up this task without blushing.  In recent years, the economic conditions have been better, and few people use the couplets written now, and most of them buy some finished products on the street to deal with them.  However, my father still maintains the habit of many years ago. He always said that the couplets he wrote are festive and have a new year flavor.

    Pushing open the main room and entering the door, my father leaned on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and my mother was already fast asleep.

    Except for the sound of the TV, the house was very quiet. If it weren't for the coffee table with a series of melon seeds, peanuts and dried fruits, I wouldn't even be able to tell that this was my home on New Year's Eve.

    Perhaps it was because I didn't go home on time, and the elders also felt that they were not in the mood for the New Year, and there was no festive atmosphere at all.

    Dad saw me come in and sit up from the sofa, he stood up from the sofa with a huff, hurriedly turned on the brightest light in the living room, and asked me how I came back so late.

    He very politely gave up Li Xin's seat, saying that the girl has worked so hard all the way.

    Father went to bed and pushed father again, he said very loudly: "Get up, get up, Feng Tang is back!"

    After my mother woke up, she slowly got up from the bed. I walked over and stood in front of my mother and asked, "It's not yet twelve o'clock, why are you asleep?"

    "Lie on the bed and watch TV, and fell asleep watching it!" My mother explained and got off the bed, and when she saw Li Xin, she couldn't close her mouth when she saw Li Xin, and she was in a hurry to cook again.  Li Xin took his mother's hand and said, "Auntie, don't bother, we already ate it on the way, and I will try your handicraft tomorrow. Feng Tang said that you cook good dishes, and you talked about it every day when you were in Xi'an!"

    The mother was humble for a long time, but Li Xin still did not stop her, she went to the kitchen to work again, and soon brought a pot of boiled ribs!

    The Chinese New Year in my hometown has always been rich, and every family canĄŻt do without beef and mutton. If you donĄŻt eat a hundred and eighty catties for a new year, itĄŻs not a Chinese New Year. Every meal in the whole first month is not separated from meat, and the meat that canĄŻt be eaten can be made into meat.  There is no problem in keeping the saozi until March and April.

    Li Xin and I didn't have much appetite during the bumpy journey, but in order not to appease my mother's kindness, we could only eat a symbolic amount.

    When my father saw me coming back, he smiled and took out the boutique Lao Yinchuan that he had treasured for a long time from the cabinet, and said that he wanted to make gestures with me.

    Li Xin said: "Uncle, you can drink less, Feng Tang has no limit to alcohol!"

    "It really happened?" Dad was very happy, but at this moment he was a little bit dissatisfied.

    I know that Li Xin said this to bury me on purpose. Li Xin helped me deal with the aftermath of drinking too much several times. She said that I have no limit to drinking, which is obviously not true.

    Dad was already drunk after only a few drinks, and I had to help my dad, who was too weak to drink, to bed.

    Li Xin and I came back together late at night, in the eyes of my mother, our relationship must be extraordinary.  My mother went to the main room very diligently and made the bed for me. It was a double bed.

    However, next, how should Li Xin and I go to sleep became a problem (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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