It gets dark very early in the Northeast, and it gets dark just before four o'clock. Before five o'clock, it's completely dark. Every house has lights on, and the aromas of hundreds of families' rice are intertwined, creating the smell of New Year's Eve dinner.
"Let's have New Year's Eve dinner." Luo Sui'an raised his glass: "Uncle, granduncle, Sui Ning, happy New Year's Eve."
"Happy New Year's Eve." The young and old said in unison.
My uncle drank a small beaker of Erguotou in one sip and felt refreshed immediately. He smacked it and said, "Good wine, good wine. This Erguotou is so fragrant. You can taste Maotai after drinking it."
"How dare you brag like this after drinking Maotai?" My aunt didn't give him any face.
Luo Suian almost burst out laughing.
Han Suining also covered his mouth and was enjoying himself.
My uncle blushed and said: "A metaphor, this is a metaphor. Do you, an uneducated old woman, know what a metaphor is?"
"I don't understand why, you are just like a balloon seller." My aunt said.
"What do you mean?" Luo Suian asked without understanding.
My aunt said: "I will blow it every day."
"Hahaha." Luo Sui'an laughed, holding his stomach: "Forgive me for laughing unkindly."
"I don't care if you have long hair and short knowledge." Grandpa snorted and forcibly changed the subject.
My aunt and uncle just teased him and didn't hold on to it. They also asked for a cup of Erguotou to try, and after tasting it, they thought it tasted good.
"Huangchenggen is just different. Erguotou's brews taste better than ours."
"Erguotou, the capital of Beijing, is famous throughout the country."
Luo Suianxin said that the ordinary Jingcheng Erguotou tastes average. This one tastes good because it is a 30-year-old brewery and cannot be bought outside.
The family was chatting and laughing as they ate and drank. After dinner, my aunt and uncle kicked the two of them out and asked them to set off firecrackers and come back when the Spring Festival Gala started.
Luo Suian took Han Suining out to set off cannons.
The siblings did not go far and were playing near the door of their home. Other children came to see Han Suining. Luo Sui'an led a group of half-grown children and had a great time playing.
It wasn't until almost eight o'clock that Luo Suian took his younger brother home to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
My aunt and uncle brought the dumpling fillings over and made dumplings while watching the Spring Festival Gala, saving them for tomorrow morning.
After Luo Sui'an sent a WeChat message to Ye Yixing, he washed his hands and came to help.
The Spring Festival Gala is actually becoming less and less interesting, but it is a traditional repertoire for Chinese people to celebrate the Spring Festival. Watch it, there is nothing interesting to watch. If you don’t watch it, it seems to have some shortcomings. When school starts and classes start, we won’t be able to complain about the Spring Festival Gala together happily.
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So no matter how ugly it is, everyone will insist on taking a look.
After making the dumplings, Luo Sui'an began to reply to the blessing messages from her classmates and friends. She couldn't stop, and her phone ran out of power while playing with it, so she had to go back to the house to get the charger.
As soon as I walked out of my uncle's house, I heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Luo Sui'an was still wondering who would knock on the door at this hour.
However, everyone slept late on New Year's Eve, because my uncle and grandpa were good at seeing things, and there were many people knocking on the door at night. Luo Suian went over and opened the door without thinking much.
Wow!
As soon as the door opened, she froze. She blinked her eyes, then blinked again, but the person standing outside did not disappear.
The next second, she jumped on top of him like a koala.
"Why are you here? I wasn't dreaming."
Ye Yixing hugged her and spun her around twice: "Happy birthday, Sui Sui."
Happy birthday.
It had been a long time since anyone had said these four words to her.
She was born on New Year's Eve. In the past, every New Year's Eve was a double happiness in her family. Even her birthday was far more joyful than New Year's Eve in the eyes of her parents.
Later, her father died on New Year's Eve, on her twelfth birthday, and she never celebrated her birthday again. She even forgot that it was her birthday today.
After eight years, Ye Yixing's words of happy birthday were enough to break her guard.