On the first day of the Lunar New Year, in the Song family’s house—

There was a crackling sound, and a firecracker sounded.

Song Zhichao curled up in the quilt, opened his eyes in a daze, and realized that he was not in Hong Kong or Pan Yu, but in a very "unfamiliar" place - to be precise, in his own room in his hometown.

This is a very clean small house with several faded star posters posted on the white walls, including Andy Lau and Aaron Kwok.

A table placed at the head of the bed, with an oval green dressing mirror on the table, followed by a small rooster brand alarm clock winding.

In addition to these, there is a box of high-end cigarettes from Marlboro that are incompatible with the surrounding areas.

Song Zhichao tried to move and stretch his legs. He curled up all night last night because he couldn't adapt to the cold weather here. Unlike in Hong Kong or Pan Yu, the climate was pleasant, but also air conditioners and so on.

Who knew that as soon as the legs were stretched out, they felt a warmth.

Song Zhichao was surprised and tried to touch the warm source with his feet, but it was a ball wrapped in something.

Song Zhichao was curious, so he nestled in the quilt, bent over, stretched his arms, and tried hard to touch the hot stuff. After a closer look, it was an infusion bottle wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth. The infusion bottle was filled with hot water, which acted as a simple warm water treasure.

Needless to say, this must be because my mother Wang Jinfeng was afraid that her son would get up in the middle of the night and stuffed it in secret. No wonder the quilt was warm.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but feel moved.

At this time, the sound of firecrackers outside was getting more and more dense, dense, and the ears were shaking.

Compared with the ban on igniting fireworks and firecrackers in major cities in the future, the "New Year" of this era really has a sense of the New Year - the smell of firecrackers flying through the nose, floating in through the window, making Song Zhichao unable to help rub his nose.

The familiar taste is really good.

Song Zhichao wanted to bury his head in the quilt, and he sniffed for a while, but when he woke up like this, he could no longer fall asleep.

Song Zhichao has always been a workaholic. He likes to stay up late and work constantly. Now he is in bed, which is really not his style.

Helplessly, it was too cold outside.

Song Zhichao hates such weather. Instead of getting up and shaking from the cold, it is better to hide in the bed and warm up.

But at this moment, the door was knocked by a thud.

"Achao, are you awake? Today I'm going to greet my uncle and the others, so you can prepare it." It's my mother's business.

Only then did Song Zhichao remember that it was in Nandu, in a small village in Nandu. The traditional custom here was on the first day of the Lunar New Year. A family of children would gather together to worship their ancestors and wish the elders in the tribe a happy New Year.

Unfortunately, Song Zhichao really had an elder who lived to be 89 years old - the third uncle.

The Song family is not a big family in this farm, but it is also lush with branches and leaves. The Song family has a population of about thirty or forty. As a "school", Song Haiming, of course, had to wish his elders a happy new year early in the morning.

Originally, Song Haiming was going alone this year, but Song Zhichao rushed back last night. So Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng thought about it and planned to let his son go with Song Haiming to pay New Year's greetings. After all, Song Zhichao is older and will soon get married. He has been to the south for another three or four years. Many relatives almost didn't know their own cub. It would be good to let Song Zhichao show off.

Of course, the most important thing is that Song Haiming feels that his son has a promising future - he can make so much money at once, which is even better than the ten thousand yuan household in the village. He is simply sorry for himself if he doesn't show his face.

Song Zhichao was helpless and knew that these things were too difficult to hide, so he got up from the bed, put on thicker clothes, and put on the old cotton jacket that my mother made for herself last night. Although this thing is not good-looking and is not as thin as the duck down jacket, it is warm enough.

Now it can be said that Song Zhichao has no requirements for his image, mainly because his body temperature can be kept at a certain height.

After wearing clothes, she even changed her shoes. The original high-end genuine leather black leather shoes were replaced with popular versions of old cotton shoes with cloth sole. This was also stitched by Wang Jinfeng. Each needle hole was her effort - when worn, it was very warm.

...

Song Zhichao put on his clothes and left the house, he heard the "I can't finish loving you" coming from the next room.

Next door is Song Zhichao's sister Song Yuqing's boudoir. This girl is obviously listening to music in the room and humming along.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but be curious, so he knocked on the door and asked, "Can I go in?"

"Come in, the door is not locked!" Song Yuqing said.

Song Zhichao pushed the door and saw his younger sister Song Yuqing humming a song while dressing up in front of the mirror.

She was wearing a red duck down jacket, with beautiful butterfly hair clips tied on her head, and her hair was combed in the poster like "Cheng Yuling" - girls of this era basically like Hong Kong and Taiwan stars. Then look at her dressing table, which was filled with various tapes. She glanced at the "Little Tigers", "Four Heavenly Kings", and the most popular treasure island singer, Jimmy Lin, the cassette album.

"Do you like them very much?" Song Zhichao pointed to the cartridges.

"Are you talking about these songs or these singers?" Song Yuqing put eyeshadow on her eyes.

"Singer." Song Zhichao said, "You are not suitable for this kind of eye shadow at your age, so it's best not to apply it."

Song Yuqing shrugged: "But I think it looks good if you paint it."

Yes, a girl like her doesn’t know how to aesthetically she just thinks that others are wearing heavy eyeshadows, and it’s fashionable to follow her. She doesn’t understand what “pure” beauty is.

Song Zhichao: "Do you want to go to Hong Kong to go to school?"

"What?" Song Yuqing didn't hear it clearly. She had good academic performance in the third year of junior high school this year.

"I said, do you want to go to Hong Kong?"

I heard it clearly this time.

Song Yuqing was excited and almost drew her eyebrows with her eyebrow pencil, "You said Hong Kong?" She widened her eyes.

"Yes, I'm doing business there. If you want to go, I can help you." Song Zhichao said lightly.

Song Yuqing was stunned for a long time and suddenly gave Song Zhichao a blank look: "Brother, don't brag!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

"Do you think Hong Kong is so easy to go to - that's Hong Kong!" Song Yuqing deliberately said Hong Kong very loudly.

Song Zhichao laughed: "I'm serious, I won't play with you."

"I'm also serious. If you can take me to Hong Kong, I will..."

"Just what?"

"I will no longer worship Aaron Kwok, I will only worship you, brother!" Song Yuqing said loudly.

Song Zhichao smiled and couldn't help but touch the beautiful bow on his sister's head, "Okay, just wait and worship me!"

Song Yuqing: “…”
Chapter completed!