When woke up again, the goose feather snow was drifting outside the window.

When it snows in winter, it is quieter outside than inside.

The sound of heaven and earth melted into the snow in the mountains, and the flow of time seemed to be frozen. When opened eyes, fell asleep for a while, and it took only half an hour to wake up.

When it snows in Hongcheng, the city gets older. The drainage pipes were dripping with gray-black water, muddy ice slag was piled up on both sides of the street, and the white snow was cut and swallowed by the narrow eaves, and finally it looked cramped and cramped.

When Jiang Wang changed his clothes and went downstairs, Ji's mother was leaning on the carved spin column to watch the snow.

The old houses in the countryside are all wooden buildings, and there are small beasts with vague outlines standing on the eaves with raised feet.

Chen Danhong is getting old, and she is not used to wearing light and thin down jackets. Only when she is pressed by a heavy cotton-padded jacket can she feel warm.

The kitchen smoke kept wafting from the kitchen. When the daughter was busy, she went to the front of the yard to take a breath and looked at the distant mountains with her mother.

"The glutinous rice balls are all steamed."

Chen Danhong snorted, put his hand in his cotton sleeve, and after a while, he became worried again.

"Twenty-nine-thirty in the twelfth lunar month? The snow is fine, but it won't snow on the first day of the new year."

She seemed to be instructing God, babbling to the cold wind of no one.

"First time? Snow, it's unlucky, don't go down."

Ji Changxia had been in the city for too long, and he forgot about the farmer's proverbs. He watched Snow indifferently for a while, and then he thought about whether the child would like to play with frozen hands? So he went back to the house to make a phone call.

Jiang Wang stood on the stairs to witness the whole process.

As soon as the snow fell, these two women seemed to finally break free from their assigned roles for a short while.

He was a little confused for a while.

Does everyone have to go through so many times, even for decades, to break free and fall asleep, and repeatedly self-sparing.

Ji Linqiu went out with his father early in the morning.

He had an outgoing and quiet temperament, and he simply heard what Jiang Wang said on the first day he came to Zhouxiang, and asked for an order to visit each house as if to pay off his debts.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but this kind of visitation is purely a manifestation of the filial piety and respect of the juniors, and it doesn't make much difference what day it is.

Ji Guoshen was pruning the plum blossom branches in the yard in the morning. When he asked about this, everyone was stunned, as if he brought the wrong son home.

Ji Linqiu thought he didn't hear clearly.

"You can tell me who should I go to see first according to the rules, whether to bow or kowtow, I will go through the process from family to family."

In short, he came back to take care of his parents in the village. He was very indifferent to the salute, and he didn't feel humiliated when he knocked it.

Ji Guoshen didn't know how his son suddenly figured it out. A stubborn bone couldn't be screwed back before, and it would be broken and shattered by force, and he had to wait for it.

He embarrassed: "It's already good that you came back, you don't need to go to pay New Year's greetings."

Feeling like I didn't express my heart enough, I called Chen Danhong on purpose and said together, "Next year, you don't have to come back, so that people won't let you drink every day and make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay, it's good for the two of us to celebrate the New Year with your sister," Ji's mother also smirked: "Remember to come back occasionally? We'll do it."

Ji Linqiu was suddenly willing to come back for the Chinese New Year, and their long-awaited wishes were suddenly fulfilled, so that the two old people were like children, even a little obedient, in order to please him.

Seeing their expressions, Ji Linqiu suddenly remembered the children he taught, and quickly responded uncomfortably, explaining that he was just going out for a walk to see the old people.

Chen Danhong couldn't ask for it, and showed an expression of relief: "His father, take him for a walk, the second father and the others have been reading for so long, and they have been thinking about their children for a long time?!"

Ji's father took Ji Linqiu out of the house, and it was a little incredible to see him calmly following behind him.

"Let's go." Ji Linqiu stretched out his hand and gave a hand: "You hold me and be careful of slippery roads."

Several elders were surprised and surprised when the younger came to say hello. The mother-in-law and aunt couldn't close their mouths with laughter. They even put cakes and red envelopes in Ji Linqiu's arms, and even treated him as a teenage child.

"In the past, you were the most diligent in studying in the village. Now my grandson is in primary school, and we tell him every day that you should learn from your brother Linqiu. Your brother Linqiu has gone to college in Beijing!"

Ji Guoshen took his son to see his brothers and relatives again, and finally proved that he had a reliable and filial son. He was as relaxed as a few shackles on his shoulders fell off in response, and he smiled a lot.

Ji Linqiu accompanied him to visit seven or eight families in the morning, each of them felt familiar and unfamiliar, and often waited for Ji's father to tell him what to call, and then the eldest aunt and the second aunt called all the way.

As for whether the aunt is an aunt or a grandmother, have no clue in the end.

Anyone who sees him will smile and say, "I hugged you several times when you were young", "You went to the river with me to catch fish when you were young, do you remember?" ’.

Of course don't remember.

Ji Linqiu replied with a smile all the way, and when he saw those old faces, there was no corresponding memory picture at all.

He politely declined all the red envelopes, but passively accepted several rolls of brown sugar shortbread, followed his father to stop and go, sat and went to the next house, a little moved.

Why do these strangers, old people with blood ties separated by several turns, keep their childhood memories with him forever?

Maybe it's been stagnant in the mountains for too long.

The younger generations grew up and left, and they still lived outside the fields and ridges by the well, pulling and restricting each other, and finally grew old alone with old memories.

Ji Linqiu suddenly couldn't find his emotions again.

He knew that he was far away from these elders and relatives, and today he just nodded briefly and said Happy New Year with a smile.

In the future, when I return to Hongcheng or Yuhan, the faces of my aunt and uncle will quickly fade in memory.

He just seemed to suddenly understand them.

When the female relatives saw that Ji Linqiu was mostly pity and love, the old ladies would gently touch his cheeks with their wrinkled hands, as if they couldn't believe that the little baby back then was so big now.

But male relatives always have to express their opinions several times, and they are not shy about being a father to everyone, and being a father repeatedly.

Ji Guoshen was of low seniority in front of some relatives, so he could only listen with a smile on this occasion, and was worried that his son would be angry.

"I heard that you are talking about several girlfriends at the same time?" The fourth grandfather, the most vocal in the clan, opened his mouth and said, "When are you considering getting married?"

"Your father is also old, you have to let him hold a grandson quickly."

Without waiting for Ji Linqiu to speak, the old man waved his cane, sat up straight for a few minutes, and continued, "Since the conditions are good, then you can choose a girl with a good job and a good family who can get married."

He thought about it for a while, and then generously relaxed his requirements: "It's okay to marry a foreign girl and fight for face in our village."

The relatives sitting around laughed loudly.

Ji Linqiu responded with a smile on his face, thinking in his heart what would happen if it was Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang's nonsense talk was smoother than he was, and he was able to coax the old man and the old lady into ecstasy.

Turning around, it is estimated that there will be a peaceful evolution. First, will bring parents to the provincial capital and introduce some old ladies who are square dancing old ladies who practice calligraphy and cards, and wait for the circle of friends to develop.

Then take them slowly away from the small mountain village.

No smoke at all, no noise at all.

Others don't think Ji Linqiu is distracted. Seeing that he is obedient and easy to talk, they greet him with a few words? Let's go back to the topic.

"Linqiu," another uncle said, "you get married and start a family, the betrothal gift can be as small as possible, and it will lighten the burden on your parents."

Ji Guoshen hurriedly opened his mouth to relieve the siege: "There is no need to reduce it specially. If we meet a girl we like in Linqiu, we still have some wealth, so we should be able to handle it."

"Then it's up to you," the uncle said sternly: "The woman's dowry must be according to ours. You can't be thin-skinned at this time, otherwise what will you use to raise your children in the future, right?"

A group of fathers gave a few words here, two o'clock there, and the time flew by.

It was noon when returned home for lunch.

Jiang Wanggang called Peng Xingwang to confirm that everything was fine with the child.

Peng Xingwang was chaotic on the phone, and the sound of firecrackers and fireworks kept going off.

"Brother! Happy New Year!! Don't forget to say hello to Teacher Ji!!!"

The child shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm still firing guns, my dad bought me two kicks!!!"

Jiang Wangfu couldn't hear clearly, so he took the phone and yelled back: "Buy—what—"

"Two! Kick! Foot!!!"

"Go play!" The man didn't bother to care about him: "Look at it! Don't blow yourself up!!"

"okay"

As soon as the phone was hung up, Ji Linqiu just turned from the west into the house, holding a bunch of wild camellias in his hand, all of which were the size of the mouth of a bowl, bright and gratifying.

Jiang Wang ran to find him a glass soda bottle, put the uneven flower branches in it together and poured some water, very similar to the British oil painting.

Boss Jiang looked at the leisurely and elegantly helping flower arrangement, and said rudely: "In the afternoon, let's go to find that idiot."

Ji Linqiu was still fiddling with the branches and leaves, glanced at him and reacted: "Let's go?"

"Well, it's better to hit the sun if you choose a day," Boss Jiang squeezed the edge of the petals, and seemed to be playing a hooligan with someone: "Besides, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, do you still want to save this mess for the new year?"

When Ji Linqiu thought of seeing that person again, she instinctively queasy.

"It doesn't matter." He seemed to say to himself, "It's not a big deal."

"You feel disgusted when you think about it, it means it's not over." Jiang Wang raised his eyes to look at him: "What's this person's name?"

"Shi Hao, in his forties."

Shi Hao and Ji's family have a relationship that they can barely get on with each other, but because he can drink and brag, he has a good relationship with a group of men in the village.

When Ji Linqiu was in her early twenties, she and her parents went to the next door for dinner. She happened to be sitting at a table with this person, and she changed seats with her sister halfway through.

As a result, Shi Hao drank his hand high, took a shot, and squeezed it violently. When he felt something wrong with his hand, he was startled to look at him, causing the whole table to laugh.

Thinking back on it now, it still makes me nauseous.

After listening to the cause and effect, Jiang Wang said solemnly, "I have to go."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Ok."

"It's easy," the man turned back to the house: "Wait for me later."

Ji Linqiu thought he was going back to the house to get the murder weapon, so he stopped: "What are you going to get?"

"It's nothing, change into rich clothes, put on a greased head and tie."

"Good guy," Ji Linqiu laughed angrily, "are you going on a blind date?"

Jianghu, an experienced Jianghu, squinted his eyes, and his voice was gentle and dangerous.

"Wait in front of this mentally retarded, don't say anything, be at ease and be a background board." w, please keep in mind:,