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148. New Year

On New Year’s Eve, my mother and Teacher Le asked Meng Qingqing and his son to come to their home for the New Year together, but Meng Zijun thought, maybe this is the last year he and his daughter are together, so he hopes to spend with his daughter, Meng Qingqing She also hopes to spend this year with her father. She knows that her father is embarrassed to go to her mother's house, and there is a Le Huali in her mother's house. She doesn't like it, so she doesn't want to spend the new year with them.

Although only the father and daughter will spend the year, Meng Qingqing still hoards some new year goods in advance and prepares a table of dishes.

Meng Zijun and his company are already on vacation. He goes shopping with his daughter every day, and then goes home together and cooks together.

Meng Qingqing remembered that last year, she and her grandma and dad were together like this every day. At that time, dad had just rushed over from the ghost gate. They all had the feeling of being left behind, so they cherish every moment together. Individuals don't say anything even if they are together, but as long as they are around, they are at ease and gratified. The bland happiness can only be understood by the heart-wrenching pain that is about to be lost.

At that time, Meng Qingqing thought that he could spend the reunion years together in the next three, five, ten years or even more days, but who knows that grandma, who has always been physically strong, will leave!

So Meng Qingqing was very worried about her father. She often called Dr. Ling to ask about her father's physical condition. Dr. Ling said it was okay, but Meng Qingqing was still afraid, afraid that her father would leave suddenly like a grandmother.

So these days, Meng Qingqing and Dad are together, they are talking very ordinary things and doing very ordinary things, but Meng Qingqing feels that such ordinary and warm days are full of sweetness, and she hopes such days can be long. Or time can be frozen, frozen in the usual days with dad.

On the morning of the New Year’s Eve, as usual, the father and daughter both slept until after 8 o’clock and got up. After washing, they started to cook lunch together, and breakfast was omitted.

The father and daughter made the meal. Is preparing to eat. Meng Zijun ran over and fiddled with something. Meng Qingqing looked at it curiously, and it turned out to be a camera. Dad switched it to the automatic function, and they started taking pictures since they got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, but Meng Qingqing didn't notice it.

"Dad, where did you get this?" Meng Qingqing asked in surprise.

"Borrowed from a friend. Dad will take more pictures of the life scenes of the two of us together. Later you will grow up. It is really interesting to look back again!" Meng Zijun originally wanted to say that when he missed his father, he would take it out. Take a look, but he was afraid of arousing suspicion from his sensitive daughter. So it didn't say.

"Yes, yes, this is really interesting, Dad. When you are old, take it out and see how handsome you were when you were young!"

Meng Zijun smiled, "Yes. At that time, you can tell your children, look, your grandpa was handsome when he was young." He felt sad in his heart, he couldn't have that day.

"Last year grandma celebrated the New Year with us, but now... if grandma was also photographed back then, now we can take it out and let it go if we think about her."

Yes! If you miss me in the future, you can take out today's video and have a look! Mencius thought.

After adjusting the positions, the father and daughter started to eat, let the camera automatically take pictures. After eating, Meng Qingqing went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, Meng Zijun watched TV in the living room, and Meng Zijun adjusted the camera from time to time, taking pictures of his daughter and him. Yourself.

After a few hours’ rest at noon, the father and daughter started cooking the New Year’s meal at two o’clock. The local custom is that the earlier the 30th New Year’s meal, the earlier the meal will be eaten throughout the following year, so some people start at three o’clock. After eating the New Year's meal, after three o'clock, one after another, I heard the sound of firecrackers, indicating that some people are already eating the New Year's meal one after another.

After grandma was gone, my father deliberately learned how to cook so that his daughter could have a meal at home after school every night, so Meng Zijun’s cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds. The father and daughter chatted casually while cooperating with each other. New Year's dinner.

Because they were all prepared before, and the two of them worked together, so at four o'clock, their New Year's meal was ready.

Meng Zijun carefully photographed their hearty meals before starting to eat them.

Meng Qingqing said: "Dad, wait a minute, I haven't paid for my grandparents yet!"

I made a little bit of all kinds of dishes, poured it on the door, burned three incense, and some coins, and then muttered the meaning of letting grandparents come to eat and collect money.

Then Meng Zijun went downstairs to set off firecrackers and started eating the New Year's dinner.

At this time, the sound of firecrackers from far and near came and went one after another, and most people were already preparing to eat New Year's dinner.

In the previous life, whenever the family was reunited, Meng Qingqing would feel particularly lonely. The more enthusiastic the sound of firecrackers, the stronger the sense of loneliness, because of the excitement of others, the more she was alone.

Fortunately, in this life, she has a father to accompany her during the New Year, and this year's meal is also meaningful. And my mother is still alive, living in the same city with her, feeling the same festive atmosphere. So Meng Qingqing is no longer alone and lonely.

Meng Qingqing turned on the TV, carried all the food to the living room and ate while watching TV on the coffee table.

New Year’s events are being talked everywhere on TV, and many channels are beating gongs, drums, and firecrackers. The home suddenly felt a lot more lively.

"Dad, what show do you want to watch?" Meng Qingqing was dazzled and didn't know what to watch.

"Whatever you like to watch, I also watch what." Meng Zijun is always a daughter.

Meng Qingqing knew that the question was for nothing. So I tuned a literary show, and when I saw a sketch, the funny plot made Meng Zijun and Meng Qingqing both couldn't help laughing.

After eating the New Year's dinner, Meng Qingqing cleaned it up, and took out the prepared fruit seeds and candies on the coffee table and chatted with his father while watching TV while eating snacks.

Before he knew it, it was getting dark, and Meng Zijun conjured up some fireworks, "Qingqing, let's go downstairs to set off the fireworks."

Meng Qingqing has never set off fireworks by herself, and he still set them off with her father. Watching the beautiful fireworks rise into the sky and display brightly in the sky, she laments the beauty of the fireworks and regrets the shortness of the fireworks.

Dad said, "No regrets. Although fireworks are short-lived, they have been beautiful, brilliant and blooming. This life is enough."

Meng Qingqing was busy filming, and didn't know what Dad said in detail. She said, "Dad, we will always fix it in this picture."

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