Do you know what it feels like during the Chinese New Year holiday when others are playing outside and you are alone in your study studying Mao Xuanxuan?
Whether you know it or not, Ma Xiaolong knows it anyway.
After reading the Selected Works of Mao, I really gained a lot of insights. It turns out that Mao Zedong clearly understood the nature of imperialism a long, long time ago. No wonder he could say the famous saying that "imperialism is a paper tiger".
It turns out that this is not a disparagement, but a fact.
Man! It is true that we should read more and read good books. Reading makes people wise, reading makes people happy, and reading can make people forget the trouble of not being able to go out to play during the holidays.
Ma Xiaolong touched the book in his hand. Although it was a long time ago, it was well preserved and it was the first edition. It was highly collectible. Ma Xiaolong touched his chin and was interested in buying it, but he didn't know if the neighbor would sell it.
Let’s ask later! Although this book is very good, a gentleman will not take what others like, and if it is not sold, it is not easy to force him to buy it.
"I am really a good boy who is born with kindness."
"..."
Zhu Sha touched his forehead: "Why isn't it hot?"
"I'm not sick, why should I perm it?" Ma Xiaolong swatted her hand away, put the Mao Xuan he had just finished on the table, and stretched: "The more you read, the more you will have endless aftertaste. You should read more if you have nothing to do.
Mao elected to stand firm and not lose his way."
"Haha..." Zhu Sha stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth and said, "What's going on with your godmother these days?"
"What's going on?" He put Zhu Sha on his lap, hugged her waist, and enjoyed the feeding service.
"I haven't been here for several days. When I asked her to come for dinner, I excused myself by saying that she wasn't feeling well. I went over and took a look. Except for the dark circles under my eyes, she was fine." Zhu Sha asked, "Why do you think you are a godson?
Don’t care at all?”
Do I not care? I am trying to avoid the limelight!
"It's not that I don't care." Ma Xiaolong sighed: "To tell you the truth! I fooled her a few days ago, and now she is angry with me!"
"???"
After a moment, after hearing the cause and effect of the incident, Zhu Sha laughed and punched his chest.
Ma Xiaolong clicked his tongue: "Is it that funny?"
"It's so funny." Zhu Sha stuffed the last orange segment into his mouth and said with a smile: "You are really good. This is a major life decision for my godmother. In the end, I was knocked down by your wine candy. I don't want to be angry."
Weird."
"Then what can be done?" Ma Xiaolong said, "I can't just watch her jump into the fire pit, right?"
"It's not that serious, right?" Zhusha said, "Maybe it's a good thing!"
"I don't believe it is a good thing to return to a person who abandoned his daughter." Ma Xiaolong said: "Some people are unscrupulous when they are young and spend as much time as they want. When they get old, they become ill and know that half of their bodies are broken.
When I was buried, I remembered the children I had abandoned. It would be better if such people died."
Zhusha nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "If you think about your children so much, you will definitely be a good father in the future."
"A good father dare not say it, but a qualified father should have no problem." Ma Xiaolong smiled, played with her fingers, and asked, "Do you like boys or girls?"
"As long as it's my child, I like it." After saying that, Zhu Sha hesitated for a moment and said, "But I don't want to have a child too early."
"It's okay." Ma Xiaolong comforted him: "I can have a baby whenever I want. After all, it's you who will accompany me all my life, not the child. Your thoughts are the most important."
"..." Zhusha's heart was beating fast, her eyes were more affectionate than ever before, her lips lightly pressed on his cheek, and she said softly: "Husband."
"Um."
"husband."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"I just want to call you husband." Resting her head on his shoulder, Cinnabar smiled extraordinarily sweetly: "I'm so lucky, God gave me the best husband in the world."
"I am also lucky, the best woman is sent to me." Smelling her fragrance and playing with her fingers is really a rare and wonderful experience in the world.
After enjoying the tenderness for a moment, Zhu Sha said: "It's no good that my godmother is always so angry. It's already twenty-nine today. Go and comfort her, otherwise you won't be able to celebrate the New Year's Eve."
"Okay!" Ma Xiaolong also thought it was time and said, "Will you come with me?"
"I'm not going." Zhu Sha shook her head and said with a smile, "You caused the trouble yourself and you have to solve it yourself."
"Daughter-in-law, don't you think what you said is too heartless?" Ma Xiaolong was very sad.
Zhu Sha smiled and said: "Don't you know that your wife's nickname is Qingqingdao?"
"..."
The nickname "Qingqingdao" was given to him when he saw her playing with the dragon-headed guillotine.
That big guillotine kills one person with one blow, how ruthless, how cold, how unreasonable...
"Okay!" His wife was so ruthless that he could only face the storm from his godmother alone.
…
"Mom, I'm here."
At Zhang Chiling's house, Ma Xiaolong walked into the house cautiously and saw her sitting at the dining table drinking millet porridge. He quickly walked to the opposite side of the table with a smile and sat down: "Where are you eating?"
"..." Zhang Chiling silently took a bite of shredded pickles without saying a word.
Ma Xiaolong didn't say anything, just watched her eat.
For a moment, Zhang Chiling put down the bowl and chopsticks helplessly and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Come to apologize." Ma Xiaolong took out a piece of White Rabbit candy from his pocket: "Mom, eat candy."
"..." Zhang Chiling couldn't laugh or cry: "Is this how you apologize?"
"If you forgive me, I ate this piece of candy. If you don't forgive me..."
"So what if I don't forgive?" Zhang Chiling asked.
Ma Xiaolong's expression was gloomy. He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and took out a piece of white rabbit from his pocket: "I only have so much."
"..."
With a pop, Zhang Chiling laughed.
Pointing his forehead with his index finger: "You, you, you have a lot of weird tricks in mind."
"I'm sorry, Mom." Ma Xiaolong was very sincere this time and said, "I know what I did was wrong, but I like you very much, and I want you to stay by my side forever, so after hearing my mother say this,
, I will use despicable means to force you to stay, I’m sorry.”
"..." Zhang Chiling's eyes were a little complicated, with relief, joy, and a somewhat unclear meaning.
"Mom, can you forgive me?" Ma Xiaolong brought the toffee to her.
Zhang Chiling sighed, took the toffee in her hand, and said, "Mom forgives you."
"That's great." Ma Xiaolong smiled broadly and said, "Mom, don't go anywhere in the future, just stay with your son, okay? I'm willing to support you for the rest of my life and never let you be wronged."
Zhang Zhiling's nose felt sore and her eyes were moist: "You kid..." took a few deep breaths and smiled, "Okay, when mom gets old, you have to take care of her till the end of her life."
"It's unlucky to end your life in old age. Bah, bah, bah." Ma Xiaolong waved his hand: "You are still young! At least you can still be young for a thousand years, and you will not grow old."
Zhang Chiling burst into tears and smiled: "In a thousand years, you won't be able to become a spirit."
"Anyway, you will never grow old. You will always look young and beautiful." Ma Xiaolong said.
Zhang Chiling raised her hand, rubbed his hair, and said with a smile: "Well, my son said I won't grow old, so I won't grow old."
"Definitely not old."
After receiving Zhang Chiling's forgiveness, Ma Xiaolong dragged her to his house for dinner that day.
Liu Ying was most happy to see her return to normal: "Zhiling, just think about it. Remember, this is your forever home."
Zhang Chiling nodded with a smile: "I know."
Turning around, she saw Ma Xiaolong and Chen Jun happily playing with the rope. Her eyes were particularly gentle: "This is my home."
…
February 18, 1996, New Year's Eve, Sunday.
As soon as he got up early in the morning, Ma Xiaolong started hanging lanterns and pasting Spring Festival couplets at the door of his home.
He writes the Spring Festival couplets himself, and has been doing so for several years. Unfortunately, the neighbors are ignorant and cannot recognize his calligraphy skills. As a result, the Spring Festival couplets are left to enjoy the wind and sun every year until they are in tatters and are brushed with steel balls.
clean.
The Spring Festival couplets he wrote this year are: Celebrate the festival with joy, decorate with lanterns and colors to welcome the New Year, and write horizontally: Family happiness.
The vulgarity is a bit vulgar, but what is important is vulgarity. He can't pursue his own uniqueness by writing the first couplet: Beat the drum em m m, the second couplet: Beat the gong dei dei dei, and the horizontal comment: Please start your
Performance. Right?
What does that look like?
I put up Spring Festival couplets in front of my door, and also put one on Zhang Chiling’s door.
The first couplet is: Optimistic landscapes are boundless, the second couplet is: Good deeds have been accumulated and the family will have more than enough to celebrate, and the horizontal line is: Happiness and contentment.
Zhang Chiling and Chen Jun liked it very much. They happily pasted the Spring Festival couplets and hung two red lanterns on the door, which was festive.
Neighbors meet and wish each other a happy New Year. The weather is cold and their hearts are warm.
It's a pity that such scenes will disappear in ten years, not as a custom, but because of demolition.
Ten years later, all the neighbors here moved away, and everything here disappeared forever in the long river of history.
During the Chinese New Year, don’t mention sad things.
Ma Xiaolong took a digital camera to record scene after scene here, including Zhu Sha, Chen Jun, Ma Xiaofeng, Zhang Chiling, Liu Ying, Ma Qiangsheng, grandpa, grandma, Lulu... until they could no longer be recorded.
Some people say that if Bruce Ma is so rich, why doesn't he move to a better location? This is the reason.
The house can be moved at any time, but it is best never to move the home.
…
"I hope all the sweet dreams will come true, I hope lovers will never be separated, I hope the pain in the world will not last forever..."
Pop songs were played on the loud speakers at home, the adults were busy having New Year's Eve dinner, and Ma Xiaolong helped make noodles. The girls were running around, looking around, not helping, just running around, giving people a lively and festive feeling.
The adults are happy and love to see the juniors jumping around.
Ma Qiangsheng came back yesterday. Now he has driven a white bullet, and he can be considered a car owner. Since buying a car, it only takes three hours from home to the capital. He can even leave early and come back late, which is much more convenient than before.
Already.
Although he has been living in Beijing and Tianjin all year round, he still doesn't have much of a city person's flavor, just like Lei Jiayin, he is a country person.