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There was no accident during the Chinese New Year, except for mass messages, I did not receive any individual blessings.

It doesn't matter which platform it is.

However, amidst a bunch of group posts, there is one that is quite unique.

[The new year is here, smile, Godsend wishes you a happy new year.

Eat more vegetables, take less medicine, and you will be blessed with good luck.

The new year is coming, and the god-given auspicious star shines high.

Not too early, not late, I will give you a big gift bag every day,

Opening is all good luck, good luck. 】

This Gu Tianci, I am speechless.

Although it is a group post, but after all, they made it up by themselves, not to mention that the lips of the donkey are not right, but the writing style is really stinky.

I smiled and wanted to make up a better one and send it back to him, but after thinking about it, let’s forget it, what is this kind of thing better than, there are enough things to compare every day, aren’t you tired?

So I just replied [Spread your wings and fly high, you will be lucky. 】go back.

I also copied a few rarely seen pictures in different groups, and sent them to unrelated classes and the second class group, so as to gain a sense of presence.

It is said that the new year is getting more and more boring. I have never lived such an interesting year in my mother's mouth. As far as I can remember, my new year is deserted and spent with my mother and grandma.

The year of three people.

Then there were two people, busy from morning till night.

Washing vegetables, sticking pairs, preparing lanterns, tidying up the house, until the dishes are ready, it is two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and I follow the crowd to set off whips and eat.

Every year, I go to set off the whip by myself, once I have dinner, once I eat dumplings at night, once in the next morning, and then hang again on the fifth day of the lunar new year.

How many years has it been?

I really can't remember, just like I can't remember my father.

That's right, a father who died at the age of three, even if he is a genius, he has no impression at all, okay?

But looking at the photos, my father should be an honest and ordinary person, a standard image of a northern man.

And I look like my mother.

Speaking of this, I still remember that once again, my mother and I went to the same haircut shop separately. I went a week ago, and when my mother went a week later, people actually asked if the one who came last week was your son.

I still remember that my mother and I leaned forward and back together laughing.

So, in my memory, there is only my mother, not my father.

It may be a bit pitiful to say that we are dependent on each other.

But it is true.

The program of the Spring Festival Gala is really getting uglier.

My head lifted from the phone screen, then lowered helplessly.

Who is reviewing the program? Is it the standard who can tell the audience who to sleep with?

Or I really improved my level.

Watching the people in the group keep complaining, I laughed and laughed, thinking it was much more beautiful than the Spring Festival Gala.

After the rain of red envelopes, I did a little statistics and found that the Alipay balance was 15.51 yuan, and the WeChat wallet was 29.99 yuan. I really couldn’t laugh or cry.

What does this mean.

what does it mean.

It's really not God playing tricks on me.

Or a hint to me.

But I can't understand it.