Too. If you are wronged, you will get revenge. From now on, you should live your life well. There is no need to have a bad mood for the New Year because of a beast.
No matter if you really want to open it, or you don't want the children to worry about it. Anyway, when Liu Yao took Mr. Song and Tao Mu to the grave to invite his ancestors, Mr. Song was particularly calm. When he came back for the New Year's Eve dinner, the old man was also very happy. After playing mahjong, Tao Mu and his dad Xiaoqi joined hands to give the old man some cards. The one that cooperates is called a Chiguoguo.
Finally the old man was embarrassed. Say nothing to share with this father three. Play fairly. As a result, they ran to Qin Miaoru and Gou Rixin's table, and there was no dime left in the arms of three young men who didn't know how to respect the old.
But the old man is still very happy. The old man didn't react until the bell of the Spring Festival Evening rang. After a while, he came back to his senses amidst a group of children making dumplings. It turned out that twelve o'clock had already passed.
The old year has finally passed completely. A brand new year is about to begin. In the steaming aroma of dumplings, the old man drank two cups of warm wine in silence.
The year passed really fast. The old man still remembered that in the summer, he was still angry with Tao Mu, a little bitch, and worried that this kid would not do his job properly and would not have a good future in the future. I didn't think that the brat came back from h town, not only opened the company by himself, but also found two dads for himself. Now that they have a family and a career, they have also asked for their old Song family's recipes.
It's like dreaming.
When Father Song was helped by the children to sleep on the bed in the hall, he was still dizzy. He remembered that at this time in previous years, he was alone guarding the empty courtyard and old TV sets, guarding the endless long nights. The family reunion on the TV is years old, but he is the only one left in the Song family, facing the table full of steamy New Year's Eve dinners.
There was the sound of falling snow outside the window, and the northwest wind passed through the hall. The whimper passed through the branches of the old locust tree, rolled the branches of the remnant snow, got into the edge of the old window, and swallowed it with cold white wine. In the stomach, so my heart was also empty.
But this year, people live everywhere in the deserted courtyard. A large group of unaware of the shame of young men squatted in the patio, throwing cannons and making snowmen. A large group of people gathered around the dinner table to make dumplings. In previous years, the New Year’s Eve dinner, which was served from steaming to cold dishes, almost didn't have enough this year. I thought it was a long and lonely guarding the year, but it was time for two pots of mahjong tiles. Even the wine you drink every year is warm and warm.
Xun's hearts are all drunk.
Mr. Song was lying halfway on the carved wooden bed. Feel the warm towel wipe on the face, neck and hands. A turbid teardrop rolled down along the steamy heat, and fell into the gray temple hair.
It's really old. I get drunk after drinking such a little wine. The drunk never wants to wake up in this life.
106.Chapter 106
In fact, the old man Song didn't sleep long before he was woken up by Tao Mu cautiously.
"Master, we have to go to the grave."
According to the Song family rules, the ancestor will be accepted on the 30th of the year, and the ancestor will be given off on the first day of the new year. To send the ancestors to pinch the auspicious time, before sending the ancestors, you have to make 36 Dao Songjia Village to pay homage to the ancestors. In order to prove that the inheritance of the Song family is endless, so that the ancestors can go back without worry.
It naturally takes time to make 36 dishes. Although before this, the basic preparations have been done. But it takes at least one or two hours to get on the stove. If there were a lot of children in the Song family, one or two dishes per person might be quicker. But now only the old man and Tao Mu have to cook 28 dishes. This is a big project.
When Song Daozhen was awakened, she had the illusion that she was a world away. I was stunned for a long time before I came back to my senses.
Tao Mu turned on the air conditioner, put the quilt on the radiator on the old man, and pulled out the cotton trousers under the blanket. When putting on shoes for the old man, he frowned and said, "Why is this room still so cold? Or else? Let's invite someone to warm the floor, right?"
"For such an old house, don't waste that time." Song Daozhen waved his hand. The ancestral home of the Song family was handed down from the Qing Dynasty. Said it is an antique to the outside, looking at the special cards. But who knows who lives. It is cool in winter and warm in summer, and the lighting is not good. It was so easy to get through a few years ago
Water, electricity and heating, but the government has been aging in so many years, and there are always problems.
Tao Mu made money in H Town last year, and when he came back, he overhauled the pipelines between the orphanage and the Song family mansion. Especially for the east and west wing rooms of the Song family, they even went to the Liuli Factory to invite the engineering team to repair the cultural relics and historic sites to repair it again. From the windows and walls to the various furnishings inside the house. At that time, the yard was messed up and built. It's annoying for Mr. Song.
He survived so easily that he didn't suffer twice.
"Then you don't like to blow air-conditioning." Tao Mu squatted on the ground and put on shoes for the old man: "Electric heating air is an open flame, which is too unsafe. And after a long time, I feel dry and easy to get angry. Think of a way to make the room warmer."
"I'm sick of blowing the air conditioner." Old Man Song waved his hand. He is too old to enjoy the blessings of the air conditioner: "Besides, it's quite warm in this room. I have been here for so many years and I am used to it. It's all you young people who look at the firepower and are not resistant to freezing at all."
As Mr. Song said, his eyes fell on Tao Mu's long, slender and straight legs. A thin pair of jeans wrapped Tao Mu's legs, which was shockingly thin. Father Song frowned and realized that things were not that simple: "Aren't you wearing cotton pants again?"
"I'll take the car when I go out. There is heating in the house." Tao Mu blinked, pointing to the pot of warm water on the basin stand and said: "I'll make you wash your face. I'm out—"
"You don't wear cotton trousers in the winter, you don't wear cotton trousers, the outside is minus fifteen or six degrees... why don't you freeze to death?"
Tao Mu hurriedly hurriedly did not avoid the curse. The loud cursing of the old man standing on the threshold directly awakened the other people in the courtyard. Everyone smiled and was wrapped in a down jacket and a large cotton coat, standing on the veranda watching the show.
Until the old man finished washing and entered the kitchen, Tao Mu still squatted in front of the stove, silently guarding his dignity as an idol-resolutely refused to wear cotton trousers.
"Outside minus fifteen degrees, the northwest wind is blowing. If you don't wear cotton trousers today, we won't give away your ancestors." Father Song angrily stood on the other side of the stove: "I guess Mr. Song My ancestors didn't want to see the Song family's closed children froze to death for stinking beauty."
"Just go out and take the car, there is heating in the house..." Tao Mu said again, "I don't feel cold anymore."
And how can a celebrity wear cotton trousers to keep warm. Is there any dignity of idolism? Especially when walking on the red carpet and watching a show, can you put on a layer of cotton trousers because of the cold shivering? Other female celebrities still bare their thighs and bare shoulders. Their men are much better, okay
"And I have a warm baby inside." Tao Mu said wittily, "It's really not cold."
"Do you know that Lao San Liu at the hutong entrance drank too much on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and lay dazedly by the street lamp and slept that drunkard?" Master Song gave an example to tell Tao Mu that he should not wear cotton trousers in the north. Consequences: "When people were found in the street the next morning, they were all frozen to death. The whole body was purple and blue. It was hard and not good-looking at all."
"In addition, Dean Yun came to Song Ji for dinner two days ago. He told me that some young girls are now dressing up like other people's great dramas. They wear cotton-padded clothes on top and no cotton trousers and bare-legged skirts underneath. They walked outside for a day, and they were so cold. I have blood in my urine..."
Tao Mu just wanted to explain "I am different from them", and raised his head to see the determined little eyes of Old Man Song. Come on. Say nothing.
"I'm going to wear cotton trousers." Tao Mu turned back into the room unhappy, and pulled out a pair of thin cotton trousers. Mr. Song followed and stared at people urgently: "Wear thick ones."
Tao Mu was even more unhappy. He put on thick cotton pants and jeans,