What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 112
When Song Song took his aunt's family and grandma to his home, the second uncle's family had already arrived.Song Weijun didn't know when he got up, he had already turned out two sets of mahjong, and moved the mahjong machine from the corner to the living room.

"Mom, happy new year!" Song Weijun had already changed into the new clothes that Ding Rui bought for him. He also specially arranged his hair and shaved his beard. He looked energetic, but he smelled of alcohol. I can't get rid of new clothes.

The old lady was assisted by Song Song to enter the door. Seeing all the children and grandchildren gathered together, she couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

But when she saw the black and white photo of her wife in the hall, the old lady's expression darkened and she looked a little sad.

Song Song's grandfather left early. Although Song Song was born at that time, he basically had no memory when he was a baby.

More than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the children have grown up, and each of them has their own children.In her later years, she was left alone.

Although the children take turns supporting the old lady, young people have their own affairs, and it is impossible to take care of the old lady's mood in every detail.

Fortunately, when we live enough to live, we can get together when we have time. Reunion always brings happiness.

However, the second uncle has been very depressed in the past few years, and Song Ben is missing. Although the old lady doesn't say it, she knows in her heart that she is really sad.

The old lady was thinking about Song Ben, when she saw a young man with a curly hair coming towards him, and hugged her without saying a word.

"Grandma, do you miss me?" Song Ben carried the old lady to the sofa in the living room and put it down carefully, and sat next to her with a smile.

"I'm back! Good! Good..." The old lady was not good at words, and before she could say a word, her cloudy old eyes were already tearing up.

Song Song left Song Ben and the old lady the time and space to get close, so he didn't bother, and greeted his aunt's family to come in and sit down with a smile, and then played mahjong.

In previous years, Song Song, his father Song Weijun, his second uncle Song Weiming and his uncle played mahjong.

But this year Song Ben is back, and Song Song doesn't know whether to give up his position to Song Ben.

"Brother Daben, do you want to play mahjong?" Song Song asked loudly.

"Let's play, I'll accompany the ancestor!" Song Ben also replied at the top of his voice.

So not long after, the mahjong sound of "哗啦啦" sounded.

Song Tianxiao was sitting on the side playing games with his mobile phone in his arms, Song Shuaihu took Song Xiaoni to the door to play smashing cannons and shaking flowers, Ge Guiqin and Liu Qiao sat at the door and looked at the two children, chatting about homework and gossip with changing expressions...

The taste of the year, should it be so?
Before I knew it, the sky was getting dark, and Ge Guiqin called her aunt to make dumplings, and reminded everyone that the New Year's Eve dinner would be in an hour.

Song Song is lucky today, he has already won more than 200 yuan, but his father Song Weijun's luck is not so good, he lost almost [-] yuan.

After the last fight, everyone began to settle accounts, and found out that three of them won, and Song Weijun lost alone.

Song Song laughed and said to his father: "Dad, as a senior mahjong player, you shouldn't do it."

Song Weijun said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. For my family, winning or losing is small, but happiness is big."

On New Year's Eve, family reunion, it is impossible for everyone to be rich, but as long as everyone is healthy and safe, it is already very satisfying.

Ge Guiqin and the other women began to busy put plates and plates of delicious food on the table on New Year's Eve. Song Weijun took out cigarettes and wine to entertain relatives, and Song Song began to hold his mobile phone and send blessings to customers and leaders. Grabbed a few red envelopes in the group, very flattered.

At this time, I have to thank WeChat, so that adults can also have red envelopes to grab, and experience the happiness that only children have.

After sending out the blessing messages, Song Song's cell phone started ringing non-stop, and customers and leaders responded one after another.

There is no need to look at this information too much, the content is the same, and occasionally there are a few pieces of content that are exactly the same.

After sending the message, Song Song has completed the basic tasks of a salesperson during the Spring Festival. As for New Year's calls to relatives and friends, they can be later.

Song Song put away his mobile phone and saw that the New Year's Eve dinner had been prepared and the wine had been opened. He got up and took out a bunch of firecrackers, walked outside the door and spread out a long strip, and put on a few more fireworks.

When Xiaohu saw this scene, he jumped up and down with excitement and shouted so much that he wanted to set off a cannon.

Song Xiaoni followed Xiaohu's example, jumping up and down and screaming excitedly, but her movements were much more clumsy, plus she was dressed bloated, like a bouncing ball, very cute.

Song Song lit a cigarette, handed it to Xiaohu, smiled and said in an encouraging tone: "Go and run back after lighting, don't get knocked down."

"Okay!" Xiaohu took the cigarette and nervously went to light the firecrackers.

Song Xiaoni also wanted to follow, but was pulled back by Ding Rui.

Ding Rui said to the little girl: "Let's just watch here."

Although it is winter, the door is wide open, and it won't make people feel cold even if the wind blows in.

Xiaohu cautiously squatted down, stretched out his arms far away, and slightly tremblingly touched the fuse of the firecracker with a hot red cigarette, but every time he almost touched it, he retracted his hand.

He tried this several times, and finally touched the fuse with the cigarette butt, and sparks lit up.

"Ah!" Xiaohu threw the cigarette butt away excitedly, covered his ears and ran back.

Seeing this, Ding Rui quickly reached out and covered Song Xiaoni's ears.

Song Xiaoni was still unwilling and reached out to pick off Ding Rui's hand.

After a while, the fuse burned to the end, and the firecrackers "cracked" sounded, and the flames splashed in all directions. Every single small firecracker burst into red clothes excitedly, and the ground was red, festive and joyful.

Song Xiaoni, who was about to push away Ding Rui's hands just now, also stretched out her hands to cover Ding Rui's hands, feeling scared and excited, stomping her feet excitedly.

The sound of firecrackers is so loud that it drowns out all other sounds and reverberates across the fields, expelling filth and evil, eradicating all evils, and heralding that everything will go well in the new year and all diseases will not invade.

After the firecrackers rang out, Song Ben handed his son another cigarette butt: "Little Tiger, go light the fireworks."

Xiaohu stepped back a few steps: "I dare not."

Song Ben said with a smile: "Then I'll do it!"

He took a long puff of cigarette, raised his neck and blew it out toward the sky. He made a pose that he thought was cool. Then he walked to the fireworks with one hand in his pocket, bent down and stretched out his arm to light the fuse. After lighting it, he stooped. He ran back with his waist, his posture was exactly the same as his son's.

"Bang! Bang..."

Fireworks are blooming, fiery trees and silver flowers are blooming, and there is a moment of youth under the nightless sky.

Song Song squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette, sitting on the stool at the door, watching the brilliant fireworks, his no longer immature face flickered by the light of the fire.

After the fireworks burned out, Ding Rui took Song Xiaoni back to the house, and Song Ben also walked in with Xiaohu on his shoulders. Song Song closed the door and waved his hand: "Dinner is ready!"

　I guess this chapter will make more sense when it’s posted on New Year’s Eve, but it’s the New Year in the first month, so it’s not too late.

　　Let me wish you all a good old age, or, an early year in 2022~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)