The Spring Festival came as scheduled, and the firecrackers were crackling outside. When it was time for dinner, Qin Guanglin also hung a handful outside the door, lit it, and ran back to the house to close the door.
Bang bang bang bang.
Let's live together this year.
"Oh, another year has passed in a blink of an eye, and it feels like it's gone in the blink of an eye..."
After Qin Ma sat down, she looked at the dumplings on the table and sighed.
Why are the two celebrating the New Year again
Why are there still two people celebrating the New Year
She couldn't help but not be in a hurry, this person, twenty-five years old is the dividing line, before the age of twenty-five, he still feels like a child, but once he turns twenty-five, he will immediately become old.
There is no intermediate process.
Qin Guanglin knew what she wanted to say, he just ate the pork and scallion dumplings without saying a word.
From elder brother to uncle, he was more anxious than anyone else, and it was useless to be anxious.
I only hate being young and not working hard. I only have a deposit of more than 200,000 at the age of 26.
It is incomparable with high-end people who just graduated with an annual salary of 100,000 and savings of millions.
No comparison.
In the eyes of ordinary people, at the age of 25 or 6, at least 500,000 to 800,000 deposits are required, and more than 200,000 is too low.
Qin's mother didn't let him go, seeing that he was silent, she simply said, "How long do you plan to talk with He?"
"Talk... Let's talk for another two years." Qin Guanglin lowered his head perfunctorily.
"Two years?!"
"Ah... Why do you look like this? Isn't it normal to talk about it for a few years?"
"It's normal, you stop, stop, don't eat yet." Qin's mother knocked on the table with her chopsticks, "Let me do the math for you, how old will you be in two years?"
"..."
"Twenty-eight, it's twenty-eight... Then you just get married and want to have children?"
"Well… "
"Look, the child will be delayed for another year or so, and he will be thirty." Qin's mother looked at Miamia who was still chewing dumplings, "Thirty—you will be beaten when I am thirty."
"..."
Qin Guanglin swallowed the dumpling in his mouth, thought about it carefully, and it did make sense.
"Maybe... this is life."
"?"
Qin's mother almost hit him on the head with her chopsticks, "What are you talking about?"
"No, I just met an old man..."
"Fart, that old man said you'll talk for several years? Where is he? Find it out for me."
"When I eat, I always talk about fart and shit... eat well and talk about it after eating." Qin Guanglin is not happy, the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping must be set up for them.
"I think you just need to clean up, and you are killing me, isn't it just because of your hard work? Why are you so kind, you just procrastinate here, waiting for others to wait until they can't wait. I see where you are going to cry."
Qin's mother was nagging, took a bite of a dumpling, chewed it twice and swallowed it, and continued: "Then who..."
"Why aren't you jealous?" Qin Guanglin interrupted.
"...You don't care if I stick or not, who..."
Seeing his mother's appearance, Qin Guanglin threw all the blame on himself, and it was hard to say why not rush, so he said helplessly: "Don't let that one go, she can't run away—do you know Yuelao? Just the old man who tied the red thread, the red thread With such a pull, no one can escape."
"How did I find out that you have become obsessed?" Qin Ma wondered.
"Have it?"
"What do you say?"
"Anyway, there's no need to rush this matter." Qin Guanglin said while eating: "Why don't you... my aunt said that there is a master who is a fortune teller, you can ask my aunt to help and see if it's the case Things—everyone else believes this, why don't you believe it?"
"I believe in ghosts."
"..."
…
river city.
He has a large family, including five people including He Cheng, the little one, and the New Year's Eve atmosphere is much more lively.
Father He sat on the balcony and listened to the crackling firecrackers outside, took a sip of wine from time to time, and served him very comfortably.
Holding yogurt in one hand and the remote control in the other, He Cheng was half lying on the sofa watching TV. Chinese New Year was the happiest time for him, with everything to eat, drink and play.
The old and the young are idlers, nothing to do, just wait for dinner.
In the kitchen, He Shan was rolling out dough, and Zhao Qing and He Wei were making dumplings.
"In the past few years in Los Angeles, I have learned a lot." Seeing He Wei's slightly proficient movements, He Shan was quite moved.
Going out alone is the fastest way to grow. I used to worry that she would not be able to get married when she grew up. Now that she went to university and worked for two years, she looked like a different person.
"There will be more, I will cook later."
"Go, we won't eat it if you make noodles into broth." He Shan didn't trust this sister very much. Although she seemed to make dumplings decently, who knows if she only learned this trick
I really can't tell.
"Xiao Huan, have you talked with Qin Guanglin for a long time?"
Zhao Qing kept moving his hands, put the stuffing into the skin, squeezed it together and a dumpling came out, he asked.
"It's been a long time." He Wu nodded.
"Then did he say when..." Zhao Qing said, He Shan couldn't help but slow down as he rolled the dough, and looked up at his sister.
Two years after graduation, twenty-four years old, neither too old nor too young.
In Los Angeles, twenty-six or seven is the golden age, and a lot of people are chasing after them, but in Hecheng, marriage has already started at the age of twenty-four, and it is a bit late when it is twenty-six.
Usually, he still feels that He Wu has just graduated, and there is no rush for anything. It was only during the Chinese New Year that he suddenly realized that his sister had grown up, and it was time to talk about marriage.
"Married, right? I've said it before." He Wei said with a natural expression: "Now that the Chinese New Year is over, next year he will buy a house, and he will get married the year after next."
"Yeah?"
Zhao Qing and He Shan looked at each other, pondered for a moment and said: "Marriage is not a joke, you have to think it over... How does his family treat you?"
"Family? He treats me very well. His mother is the only one in his family, and he likes to call me over for dinner every day... By the way." He Wu seemed to think of something, raised his hand to grab the phone, looked at the flour on his hand, and then gave up. , "I'll show you later, and you'll know..."
"What?" Zhao Qing was curious.
"The pictures he draws are interesting."
Zhao Qing didn't know what the painting was, so he responded casually, and continued to ask: "Have you ever quarreled?"
"No."
"No?" Zhao Qing didn't believe it, and looked at her suspiciously.
How could the two of them not quarrel together
For example, her and He Shan's children are both in elementary school, and sometimes they quarrel.
He Wei thought for a while and said, "Well... It seems that there was a quarrel once."
"What do you mean by arguing? If you are arguing, you are arguing. If you are not arguing, you are not arguing." He Shan couldn't help interjecting, "What is that kid arguing with you? How did you solve it?"
"It looks like you are interrogating a prisoner, so I have to tell you the whole story after a quarrel?"
Why not pouted, and couldn't help laughing when He Shan choked, "Okay, I just wrote novels, made some money, and donated it quietly... I didn't discuss it with him, There was a little conflict."
"Because of money?" Zhao Qing frowned, "How much did you donate?"
Writing novels to earn extra money and donating them can cause conflicts, this Qin Guanglin...
"Eighty thousand."
"How many?!"
Zhao Qing raised eight pitches, and He Shan also stopped rolling the noodles in a daze and looked at He Wu.
"Just publish it, and then donate it all." He Wu shrugged, "So he felt that I didn't discuss such a big matter with him, and it was just a small conflict. Afterwards, it will be fine after I talk about it."
"..."
"..."
"Cough... no, let's put the 80,000 or 80,000 yuan aside." He Shan suppressed the urge to ask her what kind of novel she wrote, and said, "You earned 80,000 yuan yourself, and you manage it yourself. Why is he angry with you?"
Zhao Qing also restrained his expression, and nodded to express his agreement with what He Shan said: "You are just talking about friends, what does it matter to him?"
"I eat his stuff, live in his stuff, and use his stuff. He is responsible for all the daily living expenses." He Wei blinked and continued: "And he has been saving money to buy a house, and he will buy me food and clothing in the meantime." It’s never been taken lightly.”
"..."
"..."
"You... have been living together?" Zhao Qing looked at He Shan and asked He Wu with his lips pursed.
They always thought why not work in Los Angeles, usually live in the school dormitory, only on weekends and so on, the boyfriend and girlfriend will do some natural things together... At most, they spend more time together during the winter and summer vacations.
"Yes." He Wu was not embarrassed at all, "We have lived together for two years."
"Isn't that right after graduation...?" He Shan couldn't help asking.
"Well, I didn't find a job when I just graduated, so I lived with him at that time. He went to work every day, and I stayed at home every day to write novels."
Zhao Qing was speechless, and looked at He Shan.
What else can I do, it's all planned secretly, buy a house this year and get married next year.
It's reassuring... Damn!
(end of this chapter)