Ding Ji's New Year's Eve is similar to what Lin Wuyu imagined before. It's like the one on TV. The family is busy and busy, chatting and walking back and forth in the kitchen and living room. It seems that the work at hand can never be finished, but Had a great time, everyone was talking and laughing.
Lin Wuyu didn't know how to describe how he felt now. From childhood to adulthood, he remembered that the New Year was quite deserted. Even when Lin Zhan was still at home, it was almost the same. If his mother cooked a few dishes, if he hadn't been able to hear it. The sound of firecrackers everywhere was no different from usual.
Now he really wants to chat with Lin Zhan, and wants to ask him, do you have any expectations for the New Year? Have you ever thought about a steaming room like the one on TV, with a person with a red face, you can talk, you can always giggle, and you can eat all the time.
Of course, it is impossible for him to talk about this with Lin Zhan right now, maybe later.
All the unthinkable things will happen.
Those who can escape and those who cannot escape will experience it.
Lin Wuyu walked to the table and took a fried pancake from the plate, which was just out of the pan.
Everyone ate lunch casually. Everything was for the meal in the evening. The prepared dishes were placed on a large table, and Lin Wuyu couldn't help it.
Shake over and pinch a piece, shake over and pinch a piece.
It's too much, Lin Wuyu, this is not your home, you don't dare to be so unruly in your own home!
But here he inexplicably dared.
Grandma's house has a magical power that can make people look like Ding Ji.
Although he couldn't catch anyone other than his father like Ding Ji, he could act like a spoiled brat, and even be rude with the little mung bean, but Lin Wuyu felt that he was just like Ding Ji's wanton stealing vegetables. It can be done smoothly.
"You two didn't eat that afternoon, didn't you!" The aunt looked at Lin Wuyu.
"I can eat two more meals in the afternoon." Lin Wuyu said.
"The fried pancakes are so delicious," Little Mung Bean said while smacking his fingers, "I can't blame Brother Xiao Lin for stealing it, I ate half of it."
"He didn't steal it, eat it clearly... Why do you have half left? Who will eat it for you!" The aunt looked at her.
"He." Little Mungdou raised his chin to Lin Wuyu.
The little uncle laughed beside him.
"Oh, I don't care about you," the aunt entered the kitchen, "Ding Ji! Make noodles!"
"No." Ding Ji was playing with his phone on the sofa and answered very simply.
"He said he wouldn't." Grandpa said while drinking tea. The house was busy, so he and his small tea table were moved to the side of the TV. After he was busy, he sat down and drank two cups of tea. It looks like a schoolboy who is punished to stand beside the podium.
"Isn't that the only thing he can do well in the kitchen?" said the aunt.
"I'll come." Lin Wuyu began to roll up his sleeves.
Except for Ding Ji's father, everyone in the room looked over and asked the same shocked question: "Can you make peace?"
"Yes." Lin Wuyu answered firmly.
"Then go and make noodles," the aunt pointed to the noodles in the kitchen, "Little Ji, go and mix the stuffing. Your grandfather just chopped the stuffing."
"Okay." Ding Ji jumped off the sofa.
Unable to turn around in the kitchen, Lin Wuyu walked into the living room holding a bag of flour and a basin.
The little uncle set up a small table: "Let's make peace here... or I'll come."
"I'll do it," Lin Wuyu said, "I will."
"That's fine," said the little uncle, "I'll get you a pot of water."
"Okay." Lin Wuyu put the basin and flour on the small table.
Ding Ji also came out with three pots filled with different dumpling fillings. He first took one and sat beside the small table, stirring vigorously with chopsticks while looking at him.
The little uncle brought the water and walked away.
Lin Wuyu rolled up the sleeves that had been rolled up again, looked at the empty basin in front of him, and took a breath.
"Get down in the dantian," Ding Ji said while stirring the stuffing, looking at him, "one more step, the success rate is higher."
Lin Wuyu glanced at him.
"Look at what I'm doing," Ding Ji raised his eyebrows, "Look at the basin, put your face away."
Lin Wuyu rolled up his sleeves again.
"Why don't you go shirtless," Ding Ji said, "you can change your sleeves to short sleeves."
"Mix your stuffing!" Lin Wuyu said.
"Face with you!" Ding Ji hurriedly stirred the stuffing with chopsticks, his face full of pride from watching the show.
Lin Wuyu knew that Ding Ji was the only one in this room who didn't believe he would make peace.
As expected of Ji Ban Xian'er.
He really can't, he never met.
But he is not afraid, he can learn.
He took out his mobile phone, opened the page, and typed in "how to make dumplings with noodles".
Little Mung Bean took a bag of melon seeds and said, "My God."
- Pour an appropriate amount of flour into the basin first, then pour half a bowl of cold water
… too imprecise, what is the appropriate amount? What is a half bowl
Lin Wuyu clicked his tongue and opened another page.
- 500 grams of flour, 1 egg, 1 spoon of fine salt, appropriate amount of water
... Forget it, I guess come.
He tossed the phone aside.
Ding Ji laughed very loudly while stirring the stuffing.
"It's almost there," Lin Wuyu looked at him and whispered, "You know you're in harmony."
"You look like this," Ding Ji looked around the room and whispered, "It's very cute."
Lin Wuyu didn't speak, and picked up the bag of flour.
The mouth of the bag was already open, he reached out and squeezed it, it was easy to touch, and then he estimated that this basin could probably hold about half the bag of noodles, so let's pour a half bag.
Lin Wuyu began to pour flour into the basin.
Ah, flour is really interesting stuff, it's soft and thin, and the color fades... it's over! It's over, it's over, it's over!
A bag of noodles suddenly poured out in the shape of an avalanche, and Lin Wuyu didn't even have time to finish the thought activity of "if you can't raise the mouth of the bag, the flour will spill all over the ground, or you should grab the mouth of the bag to prevent the flour from continuing to slide out". The noodles inside had all slammed into the basin, and a puff of white smoke rose.
"Oh dear brother!" Ding Ji was startled and jumped up from the chair.
"My God!" Several sunflower seeds spilled out of Little Mung Bean's hand.
Lin Wuyu looked at the flour on the table in the basin and felt a little helpless.
"Look, Ding Ji! Let you be lazy!" Grandma stuck her head out, "I'll let you not have a face! Look! The little fairy was able to shoot the cucumber on the roof last time, and you even asked him to make a face!"
"Blame me?" Ding Ji pointed at himself.
"Otherwise, who's to blame," said Grandpa, "he won't."
"Hey?" Ding Ji was shocked and turned to look at Lin Wuyu.
"Where is the broom?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Fuck," Ding Ji stared at him for a while and suddenly laughed, "don't worry about it, go wash your face and mix stuffing, Douer-sweep the floor."
"I'll stand beside you," Little Mung Bean turned around to get the broom, "Don't shout like that, I don't know that you usually live in a villa."
Lin Wuyu went back to the living room after washing his face, the little mung bean had swept the flour off the ground, and Ding Ji was pouring water into the basin with the pot.
"Is there more of this side?" He walked over and looked.
"Almost, not much," Ding Ji stirred the flour with his hands while pouring water, "Anyway, there is no exact number every time, until the stuffing is finished, if you need more skin, make noodle soup, or else you can make noodle soup. Cook the noodles a few times."
Lin Wuyu took the pot of stuffing that Ding Ji mixed just now, sat beside the table, and started stirring.
Although Ding Ji doesn't know how to cook, but at first glance, he has helped grandma make noodles since he was a child.
"Let me tell you," Ding Ji frowned, "the most annoying thing for me is the face-to-face meeting."
"Tell me how to do it, I'll do it." Lin Wuyu said.
"You can mix the stuffing," Ding Ji said. "It's alright just sprinkle the flour on the ground, but if you put this lump of noodles on the ground, it will be amazing."
Lin Wuyu smiled and said nothing.
He quite likes watching Ding Ji make a face.
I don't know why, but Ding Ji's kneading movements and his impatient expression made him look special, as if he was going to be stuffed with human flesh.
very sexy.
It's also amazing that he is actually at Ding Ji's house now, preparing the New Year's Eve dinner with everyone.
At this time last year, he was still lying in his bed with the bedroom door closed, and he couldn't remember whether he was reading or sleeping.
Knead the noodles, mix the stuffing, watch the dough get rounder and smoother, and finally turn into a big white dumpling that is round and bright, and then follow the little mung bean and Ding Ji to PIAPIAPIA with a smile and a shot... Then wait for the dough to rise.
He does know how to make dumplings. Although the dumplings are not beautifully wrapped, they are all lying down, but he has been taught in elementary school labor class, and at least he can wrap them.
It is also a wonderful thing for a large family to make dumplings around the table. Even Ding Ji's father joined in. This wonderful feeling relieved the embarrassment of Ding Ji's mother when she pushed in the door. .
"You take the wrapped dumplings to the kitchen and put them there first." Grandma instructed.
Ding Ji's mother put down the bag and took the dumplings into the kitchen.
Such a family atmosphere can neutralize many emotions and turn them into a warm mess.
Even though Ding Ji's parents were still expressionless, the atmosphere in the room was always happy.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, a large table of dishes was ready, all steaming, and the steam from a hot pot that was churning in the middle almost blurred the people on the opposite side.
"Are you all drunk?" the little uncle asked.
"Yes!" Everyone replied.
"Wait a minute," said Little Mung Bean, "I'm going to change that goblet."
"You're so particular about taking a lick?" Ding Ji looked at her.
"That's different," Little Mung Bean ran into the kitchen and took out a goblet, "I'll use this for a drink later."
"Pretend to be red wine?" Ding Ji said.
"Yeah!" Little Mung Bean said, "Didn't you teach me? How to drink a bottle of iced black tea elegantly."
Everyone laughed.
"Okay?" Grandma raised her glass.
Lin Wuyu followed everyone to raise the cup.
"The auspicious words are the same as last year. Anyway, everything is fine and everything is fine," said grandma. "I hope we all get better year by year. This year we will be more handsome, beautiful, and healthier. We will not quarrel or fight. family."
"Grab the sign of the Happy Home from Lao Li's house!" said the grandfather.
All the people at the table were happy, Ding Ji smiled and asked, "Is the brand on his house again?"
"Why not," Grandpa said, "so angry that your grandma almost went to the door in the middle of the night to pick up signs."
"Don't fart!" Grandma glared at him, "Okay! Drink!"
Everyone raised their heads together.
Lin Wuyu took a sip of wine, and everything from his throat to his stomach was completely burned.
Because of the high mood, everyone didn't eat too much for the New Year's Eve dinner. Every now and then, neighbors set off firecrackers outside the window, mixed with the sound of firecrackers slowly connecting in the distance. Even Lin Wuyu ate less than usual because of his excitement.
However, it seems that Ding Ji's family's habit does not require eating much, and the dishes on the table are not collected. Whoever is hungry, grandma will warm the dishes and continue to eat at any time.
The little mung bean was thinking about the pile of fireworks in the house. After eating, as soon as the chopsticks were put down, he took a big box and started to put fireworks in it.
"The two of you will take her there in a while," said grandma. "If it's over, she won't think about it."
Ding Ji was driving a small battery, with little mung bean sitting in front of him, and Lin Wuyu in the back, Lin Wuyu also put his arms around a box of fireworks behind him.
So all the way to the small square.
There are already many people in the small square, adults and children are young, and they all come out to set off fireworks as soon as it gets dark.
The little mung bean fireworks seems to be enjoyable, and after a year of holding it, it can be regarded as an opportunity.
When I got to the place, I didn't even look at the fireworks set by others. I put the box on the ground, took out a fireworks tube and put it on the ground and started lighting it.
While Ding Ji and Lin Wuyu were still watching, she had already brought out another point.
Then the third, the fourth.
"Don't you look at the flowers you ordered?" Lin Wuyu couldn't help but ask.
"If you order it, it will bloom," the little mung bean said. "It will bloom whether you see it or not. It's just happy. It doesn't care whether we see it or not."
"...So you came here to set fire?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"I'm here for fun," Little Mung Bean jumped happily a few times, "You guys are happy, I'm happy, and so are the fireworks."
"Awesome, right?" Ding Ji leaned into Lin Wuyu's ear and said, "It's quite reasonable, it's like talking about us."
"Yeah." Lin Wuyu nodded with a smile.
Ding Ji's family had a particularly energetic New Year's Eve. The whole family didn't sleep, Ding Ji's parents didn't go back, and even the little mung bean stayed up all night with him.
First eat dumplings, then pinch the juniors to pay New Year's greetings, receive red envelopes, and then eat again. After eating, grandma Zhang Luo plays cards, and chats after playing cards...
Lin Wuyu didn't stay up all night before the college entrance examination. This night, his eyes were glowing green.
It was almost four o'clock that he found time to open the red envelope on the balcony.
"How about counting money?" Ding Ji's voice rang from behind.
"Hey!" Lin Wuyu was startled and turned around.
"It's all pretty big," Ding Ji took out his stack of red envelopes, patted it on his hand, and raised his chin at him, "It's okay to count."
"I'll take a look." Lin Wuyu said.
"Look." Ding Ji raised his chin again with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"You're annoying, my sister-in-law is right." Lin Wuyu opened the red envelope.
"Such a rich person is so anxious to hide on the balcony and count the money in the red envelope," Ding Ji said happily, "It's really eye-opening."
"That's different." Lin Wuyu took out all the money, put it in a red envelope, and put the empty red envelopes back into his pocket neatly.
"Just throw it in the empty drawer." Ding Ji said.
"Keep it as a souvenir." Lin Wuyu said, "Your parents' red envelopes are huge, several thousand."
"It's always been like this," Ding Ji said. "I gave all the money they gave to my grandma to collect."
"I was the first to collect so much New Year's money." Lin Wuyu said, "Fortunately, I collected it in a hurry. After 20, I am really embarrassed to collect it like this."
"Is it cool?" Ding Ji asked with a smile.
"Cool." Lin Wuyu nodded.
This year, Lin Wuyu is a little confused and confused, there are countless small details that he has never experienced, and small scenes that he has never experienced...
When he came back to his senses, he had already invited his classmates to see Lao Lin in the second year of junior high.
Ding Ji and the others also went to see the teacher in the second year of junior high school, and the time was pretty neat.
The classmates whom I haven't seen for half a year have changed a lot. Suddenly, there is no silly youth like in high school, but a stupid youth who thinks he is not stupid.
"Without fish, it's changed a lot," Lao Lin looked at him. "It's not the same as before."
"Is there?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"It feels... not as tense as before," Lao Lin patted his arm, "a lot more relaxed than before. Others look more mature, but you look childish."
"...Is this a compliment?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Of course it's a compliment," Lao Lin laughed. "It's so good, I like it, I just want to kiss it."
"No." Lin Wuyu stepped back.
Lao Lin insisted on giving him a blowing kiss: "In the future, you will gradually become farther and farther away from these people in high school, and I don't have such a chance."
"Why is it a little sad," Lin Wuyu said, "No, we don't talk too much, and I will come to you when I come back. You don't have to be my class teacher in high school, you can still be my later one. Oh my friend."
"I didn't hurt you in vain." Lao Lin hugged him.
Ding Ji's visit to the teacher and the reunion of his classmates was also quite lively, but he had no interest. After all, not every class teacher was Lao Lin.
Ding Ji's head teacher may be the memory of his high school days in the future, and he will always remember it, but it will get further and further away.
"Classmates are like that," Ding Ji leaned against the back seat of Liu Jinpeng's van, and they went to eat together with Xu Tianbo, "I've never been familiar with my classmates, and when they met, some people were crying, so I cried. Can't come out."
"We didn't cry when we met," Liu Jinpeng said.
"Yes." Ding Ji nodded.
Lin Wuyu's cell phone kept ringing, full of messages in the group, he took out his cell phone and prepared to mute the group messages first.
When he opened the message, Ding Ji turned his head and glanced at his phone, suddenly grabbed his hand and pointed at the screen: "Who is this?"
"I don't know," Lin Wuyu said, "I added a few classmates today..."
Ding Ji poked the screen and clicked on the message.
- Do you have time for a meal tomorrow? If you don't go back to school, I'm afraid you won't be able to make an appointment because you're too busy.
"Which female classmate is this?" Ding Ji asked.
"Speaking of which, you don't know each other," Lin Wuyu said, "the math class representative of our class before."
Xu Tianbo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head: "She added you?"
"Yeah," Lin Wuyu nodded, "said to make an appointment."
Ding Ji looked at Xu Tianbo.
"Don't let him go," Xu Tianbo said, "I didn't have much interaction in high school, so what are you going to eat alone now?"
"I'm not going." Lin Wuyu said quickly, "I didn't intend to go."
"The class reunion is really a scourge," Ding Ji tutted, "It's only half a year after graduation, so the reunion is so dangerous."