A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

On a special day every year, merchants are closed and workers go on strike.It's not the Great Depression of the capitalist economy, it's the Chinese New Year.

"Dad, keep your voice down, I'm afraid you'll be tired. All right, all right, I'll come back next year for the New Year. Yes, Xiao Song will come too. He didn't say he hates you. Happy New Year, I'm dead." Zhou Cheng managed to coax his father not to be angry, so he quickly hung up the phone while he was not paying attention.

"I didn't say I was going. I am happy to patronize your parents, and my grandma said that she has always wanted to see you, and I have never seen you go so diligently." Song Zhiyu nestled in front of the desk, and a blank word document was facing him , but his fingers were flipping through the delivery software boringly.

Last year, Song Zhiyu followed Zhou Cheng to his father's place.Uncle treats people very kindly, but his voice is too loud, and he is surprised, which is really overwhelming.At the dinner table, I kept urging people to drink without talking, but I drank too much and burst into tears, which made the atmosphere of the New Year a bit weird, especially in a foreign country.

When they left, Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng said with emotion: "It's a good thing that you are not like your father, otherwise you would suddenly howl a few times when nothing happened, and I might die."

Zhou Cheng smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "He said he would keep his voice down this time. Also, don't say the word 'death' for those who celebrate Chinese New Year, it's unlucky."

Song Zhiyu: "But you also said it."

In the past, during the holidays, firecrackers and fireworks rang non-stop. Living in a high-rise building and watching fireworks explode by the window, I really felt like I was in the doomsday bombing zone.It's all right now, fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the city, Song Zhiyu thought the world could finally be a little cleaner, but he underestimated the creativity of the people.In the first year of the ban, the neighbors bought a room full of balloons and pricked them on time at zero o’clock. In order to pursue the only taste of the new year besides eating, some simply used the stereo to set off electronic firecrackers. The crackling sound was endless, but from Ming The gun is easy to hide, but it has become hard to defend against the back arrow, and it has evolved into a war without gunpowder.

A few years ago, Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu's friends were still lonely. They seemed to know that they were the only ones in the world who were the most deserted, and they always crowded here by coincidence, saying that they wanted to celebrate the New Year together. Just to avoid relatives being forced to marry.They're all 27 and [-], and they haven't given their shape yet. It's fine to hang in other people's homes to post Spring Festival couplets and give each other red envelopes. They still have to meet up to play cannons and order fairy sticks on winter nights.

"Beep beep—" A video dialog box from Guo Nanxing popped up on the computer interface.

"I'm really afraid of something." Song Zhiyu complained, but he quickly clicked on the video with the mouse.As soon as he opened it, he saw the big faces of Guo Nanxing and Murong Baobao, and behind them were Sun Yali and Zhou Xiaoying. However, the two women who were sitting in this pair obviously had nothing in common. Picking nails out of boredom.

"Hehehe, where's Lao Zhou?" Guo Nanxing blocked Song Zhiyu's sight with a smile, as if he still remembered the rumors in high school.

"Him? He just pasted blessings on the back, so he should be cooking now." Song Zhiyu didn't turn his head.

"Then I won't disturb your two-person world. Happy New Year, I wish you and Dachengzi a happy New Year, good health, Gong Xi Fa Cai, all the best... Happy Year of the Pig!" The auspicious words of up to 1 minute were omitted in the middle.

Murong Baobao: "Then I have one more blessing than Guo Chouzui!"

Song Zhiyu: "You too."

"Happy New Year." Before the person on the other side could react, Song Zhiyu decisively pressed the hang up button, and faced the blank document again in a daze.He didn't want to spend the whole night talking on the phone with this poor man.

Now Zhou Cheng is the only person left in the family who is full of interest in the New Year. He bought the paper for Spring Festival couplets a few days before the Spring Festival and started to write them himself.It's fine for him to write it himself, and he pastes it everywhere. The industrial-style decoration makes him a big factory.

"Don't be busy with work during the Chinese New Year holiday, wash your hands, and get ready to come over for dinner." Zhou Cheng, who was busy in the kitchen, seemed to have eyes behind his back.

"Freelancers don't have holidays. If you think too much, I just let it go, creating a false impression that you are still working hard after the Chinese New Year. Later, you will shoot me a video, and I will send it to that vampire editor, so that he will feel distressed hit me."

"Then wait until after dinner before posing for a photo."

"Okay." Song Zhiyu reluctantly moved away from the desk, and floated to the kitchen like a wandering soul.Seen from the back, Zhou Cheng wore an apron and was busy working in front of the stove. He really looked like a family husband.Song Zhiyu approached, lazily put his chin on his shoulder, and looked down from a height, only to realize that this was just an illusion, Zhou Cheng's knife skills were bad.

Song Zhiyu leaned on Zhou Cheng's shoulder and pretended to sigh: "Eating hot pot again? I can't live this day, when will I be able to escape from the clutches of hot pot... Let me see if I opened the 'Is it full' with remaining hope?" Software, found that these takeaway stores are all liars, pretending to open, and the delivery fee is 999. Boss Zhou, are you there? The time to test whether you are willing to spend a lot of money for our love has come. "

Zhou Cheng was a little embarrassed: "Are the dishes I cook really that bad? I remember you said you like hot pot..."

Song Zhiyu thought to himself: That's because they just lived together for the first year, and they were still very reserved, so I wanted to hold you up.It's been a few years, and I didn't want to continue to maintain this white lie.But seeing that Zhou Cheng seemed to be really blaming himself for this, he quickly changed his words: "You know that I always speak duplicity when I speak, it's really not bad."

"Look, I'm sitting at the dining table waiting to be fed." In order to prove himself, Song Zhiyu took out a napkin and stuffed it in his collar.

Zhou Cheng knew that this guy was playing tricks on him again, so he wasn't angry, and said, "Look at what time it is, and if it's time, turn on the TV by the way."

Song Zhiyu was playing with paper towels on the table boredly, and when he heard Zhou Cheng's words, he reluctantly turned on the TV switch: "As a young man in the new century, you still watch Kasuga Men, it's not as funny as you."

Zhou Cheng: "You forgot, yesterday Song Ziyu Qian Dingling Wan asked you to watch his handsome and heroic appearance on Channel X Chunri tonight, and send a photo of watching TV to Moments at midnight tonight to wait He accepts."

Song Zhiyu: "Tsk, it seems that there is such a thing. Then you post it for me when the time comes, remember to set it so that only he can see it, I don't want others to know that I am still chasing stars when I am old. Sigh, you If you say he sings so badly, do you have to torture our ears?"

Zhou Cheng reminded: "He's not a singer. I remember that these kind of large-scale events are usually fake singing."

Song Zhiyu became a little interested: "Really? Then let me listen."

The steaming white soup hot pot was placed between Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu, and the neat dishes circled the pot, and the rising heat reflected off each other's faces unclearly.Time has more or less changed the appearance of the two of them, from teenagers to youths, but it is difficult for each other to tell exactly where the other has become different. It may be because they grew up together, and the relationship between the two The pace is too uniform, and time stands still, as if it has always been that way.

"Sure enough, even lip-syncing is ugly. After taking the screenshot, turn it off." Song Zhiyu complained about Song Ziyu's singing while eating.

Zhou Cheng: "Yes. I always feel like a third party is present when driving."

Song Ziyu's New Year's call on TV was abruptly cut off, leaving only the sound of hot pot boiling.

Zhou Cheng said with satisfaction: "Okay, now it's just the two of us."

……

The hot pot finally had a salty taste, and Song Zhiyu was irritatingly cooking green vegetables, cabbage, spinach, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, winter melon, and artemisia argyi.

After it was over, Song Zhiyu sighed, and said, "It's fine if you don't have the bottom of the pot with red oil. You don't get sesame sauce, you don't get sesame oil, you don't even put salt in the soup, and there is not much meat. The monks in the temple It’s not as miserable as I am. Lao Zhou, you have a strong sense of ritual during the New Year, why don’t you have any sense of ritual when eating hot pot?”

Zhou Cheng, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, said, "If you hadn't sneaked out last week to eat spicy hot pot with Song Ziyu and then got sick and hospitalized, maybe today..."

"Stop, stop, I was wrong, I was wrong." Song Zhiyu felt a headache when he heard Zhou Cheng's rambling.

Zhou Cheng asked: "Would you like to eat next time?"

"I'm not going to eat..." Poor Song Zhiyu's body, now thinking of the spiciness, is indeed not something normal people can bear, let alone Song Zhiyu who is weaker than normal people.

Song Zhiyu, who was silent for a while, seemed unwilling to be defeated like this, and vowed to find his way back.He said: "Let's not talk about this for the time being. Then I will just talk about your problem. You put red stickers on your house after the new year, and I am ugly."

Zhou Cheng let him speak forcefully: "I will clean up after the Chinese New Year."

Song Zhiyu went on to say: "You even bought us a red couple sweater and forced me to wear it now, breaking my personal dressing style."

Zhou Cheng said, "Then I'll take it off for you."

"Huh?" Song Zhiyu pretended not to hear what Zhou Cheng was saying, "I'd better turn on the TV and listen to Song Ziyu's lip-synch..." Unfortunately, halfway through, Zhou Cheng, who had returned from washing the dishes, caught him in his arms.

"It's okay, the air conditioner is turned on, it's not cold." Zhou Chengfu whispered into Song Zhiyu's ear, which made cold sweat run down his spine.It's a pity that before he wanted to close his eyes and pretend to be dead, he accidentally saw Zhou Cheng's expectant gaze, so he gritted his teeth and gave up.Song Zhiyu silently stretched out his hands and handed them to Zhou Cheng.

At this time, he still didn't forget to retort: ​​"If you want to come, you can do it yourself, I won't help you."

Zhou Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "On weekdays, I think it takes a lot of effort to unbutton a shirt, so it's right to wear new clothes for the New Year."

"Is it just the two of us for Chinese New Year next year?"

The author has something to say:

Although it seems that it was already the second grade of junior high school when I posted it.