Bailangbian

New Year's Eve is coming in a blink of an eye.Those who want to work have no intention of working, and quietly rush home after half a day's work.People without jobs, such as students like Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng, help buy vegetables at home and post worship gods, or go to Huaihuang Street to buy couplets together.

Brilliant Street is usually a bustling night market, and on New Year's Eve it is a bustling New Year's goods market.The couplets, firecrackers, and candles are all red, with a thousand rings on one side and ten thousand rings on the other.The melon seeds and nuts are placed all the way, and the stall owner has a small broom and a small garbage shovel beside him at any time. While inviting customers to taste it, he quickly cleans the peel and shell to keep the front of the stall clean.Going further is the flower market. Hippeastrum, Clivia, Cyclamen, Nandina and Kumquat are the most common ones. Narcissus and Daphne are especially energetic after being exposed to the sun.

Zhang Jing was holding the hand of a four or five-year-old child, and was pulling him away from the big potted kumquat plant that was one person tall.

Song Fengfeng recognized that this was his cousin nephew, a very well-behaved child.

"You just buy it for him. It costs 888 yuan a pot. It's not expensive." He didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, and patted the child's head, "Huanhuan, brother, right?"

"It's very expensive." The child replied childishly, "We can't afford it."

"He didn't want this pot of kumquats." Zhang Jing picked up the child and pinched his nose, "He wants to open the red envelopes on the tree!"

In order to attract customers, the kumquat tree is covered with red envelopes, one with the words "Lucky Fortune", one with big gold ingots painted on it, and the next one with "Prosperous Fortune".

Households who can afford such large potted plants must at least have a spacious living room or yard.After buying home, of course, there will be countless red envelopes tied on the tree, which are filled with real gold and silver. The shabby ones are one or two yuan, and five yuan is enough. The richer ones can hold ten yuan and 50 yuan.Of course, Yu Dong’s family also has such potted plants. He dismantles the red envelopes of the whole tree, one hundred one.

Zhang Jing advised the child: "Let's go buy couplets. These bags are all empty."

"Brother, help you find a rich one!" Song Fengfeng volunteered to pick the red envelopes.The stall owner gave him one, and he stuffed five yuan into it quickly and handed it to the child.

When the child took it out, he recognized the number 5. Surprised and delighted, he held the paper money up to Zhang Jing's nose: "Fifty cents that are not popular!"

"Yes, yes, fifty cents." Zhang Jing took the money, "Uncle will help you collect it, and I will marry you a wife later."

Yu Dong bought a pot of daffodils, held them in his hand, and followed them back.

"My family used to plant peach branches during the Spring Festival." He said, "The kind that can bloom."

Zhang Jing: "Oh."

Yu Dong: "There will also be small lanterns hanging on it, which is very beautiful."

Zhang Jing: "Oh!"

Yu Dong was annoyed: "What are you?"

Zhang Jing was very thick-skinned: "It's nothing, just teasing you."

Song Fengfeng was not happy anymore: "Teasing your children."

"It's not fair! You can tease me why not." Zhang Jing pretended to be shameless, "I also want to be good friends with Yu Dong, and I also want to copy Yu Dong's homework."

The three talked for a long time, and finally squeezed into the place where couplets were sold in the crowd.Some stalls sell already printed couplets, and the big yellow characters are covered with gold powder, which will rustle down when touched.In some stalls, an old gentleman sits at a long table with two red couplet papers spread on the table, and a large bowl next to the paper, and in the bowl is a handful of big wolf hair full of ink.

Zhou Lan said that he wanted to buy direct writing, and Yu Dong and the others patiently waited in line.

Mr. Na knew Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing, so he gave them a discount.The gates had to be posted, as were the doors of balconies and rooftops, the kitchen had to be posted, and Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng’s bedroom doors had to be posted this year.

Song Fengfeng watched the old man write a "more than every year" on the kitchen door, rolled his eyes, and asked him: "Can the toilet also be posted?"

"What to post?" Zhang Jing asked from the side, "Is it safe to go in and out?"

The old man gave Zhang Jing a blank look: "I'll write you a one, and you post it on the door of the clinic at home, do you dare?"

Zhang Jing hugged the child and shrank back silently.

The three of them returned with full rewards, and Song Fengfeng took a pair of free writings written by the old man, "There is a small advantage / a great relief", and asked Yu Dong: "Pass it to your house?"

"Stick to your house." Yu Dong was still holding the pot of fragrant narcissus in his hand, "If you go to the toilet in the morning for more than 10 minutes, I won't wait for you."

Song Fengfeng decorated the lintel of his house, rode a bicycle past Zhou Lan's house, and rode all the way to the port.

"Where are you going?" Yu Dong rode on the ladder and posted the door god. The two cold and white-skinned Yu Chigong and Qin Shubao finally retired, and changed into two upright red faces, "Ready to eat!"

"I'm going to the Fishing Supervisor! Listen to the radio!" Song Fengfeng pedaled fast, and disappeared in an instant.

In the era when there was no satellite phone, the fishing monitoring station was a tool for connecting land and ocean fishing boats.

When Song Fengfeng arrived at the gate of the Fishery Supervision Bureau, it was already full of people.He first went to the first floor to register, and filled in Song Yingxiong and his own name, as well as the number of Song Yingxiong's fishing boat: Nanyu 1356.

"Where are the family members of Nanyu 1091? It's your turn!"

Someone stood on the second floor and shouted, and then a group of young and old rushed up the stairs and entered the dispatching room of the radio station happily.

"We've started working on satellite phones this year." The person in charge of the registration knew Song Fengfeng, and said a few more words to him, "Let your father buy you a mobile phone, not a PHS, but a new one. By the end of the year at the latest, satellite phones The signal covers the entire South China Sea, and you can get in touch at any time without going through our radio station."

Song Fengfeng was terrified: "Then he can call and scold me at any time."

That being said, he happily shared the news with his father when he was on the phone with Song Yingxiong.

Song Yingxiong promised to buy him a phone, but put it on Yu Dong's side. "There are games in this phone! Don't play games, I tell you, study hard!"

Crowded in the radio control room are all the family members of the crew on Nanyu No. 1356 fishing boat. Everyone knows Song Fengfeng.Song Fengfeng felt ashamed, and quickly lowered his voice: "Old man! How about saving some face?"

Song Yingxiong's voice first passed the transmitter on the fishing boat, then turned into radio waves, passed through the satellite, and finally reached the fishing surveillance station on the ground.Song Fengfeng always felt that the person speaking at the other end of the dispatching station that he couldn't see was completely different from his father's usual tone.After being converted several times, the restored voice still has the slight sound of electric current. At this moment, the person talking to him is like a strange boatman, a familiar but unfamiliar person.

"Fengfeng, Happy New Year." Song Yingxiong suddenly became gentle, "Hey, you have to be obedient, study hard, and be willing to excel."

Song Fengfeng was confused by his gentleness: "Old Dou...Happy New Year. Be careful."

"Follow Yu Dong and study hard." Song Yingxiong said, "Don't bully Yu Dong, he will do great things in the future, you should be friends with him."

The call time is limited to 2 minutes per person. After him, there are many people waiting to talk to the crew on the ship. The courtyard of the Fishery Supervision Bureau is full of chattering family members, old and young, and people keep coming from outside. .The guards and the leaders of the Fishery Supervision Bureau chatted with the men, handing out cigarettes to each other, and lighting up lighters; the women hugged their children and formed a circle that others could not blend in with, talking and laughing; Crutches, because of deafness, I have to speak good and bad things about my children and grandchildren in a rather loud voice.The children enjoyed themselves and played by the yard with the cannon.A thin, round flint is wrapped in a small white paper bag, and you can hear a crisp sound when you throw it on the ground.

This is the most intense and deepest night of all love and longing in a year.

Song Fengfeng pedaled his rattling bicycle back to Xing'an Street, and saw a thin young man standing on the Yuhe Bridge from a distance.

With his back turned to him, Yu Dong was looking in the direction of the city.The sky was getting dark, and some people started to set off fireworks after the New Year's Eve dinner. The brilliant fireworks exploded one after another in the sky that still had sunset glow, because the distance was too far, and no sound could be heard.

Song Fengfeng knew that Yu Dong and the others had finished worshiping the gods.Both Yu Dong's grandfather and Yu Dong's mother will return from other places on this night at the invitation of their relatives to drink a sip of light wine from the world.

He was waiting for himself, Song Fengfeng knew Yu Dong's intention of guarding the Yuhe Bridge in this cold night.

"I'm back! Yu Dong!" Song Fengfeng shouted at him, full of joy, waiting for the expected look back and smile.

Zhou Lan cooked a table full of good meals, and there was almost no room for the tableware.Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong talked too much, but both of them were growing up, and they couldn't stop eating chicken, duck and fish.

Everything was packed, and it happened to be eight o'clock.Song Fengfeng moved his big TV from his home to Zhou Lan's house and transferred it to CCTV. The joyous party has already begun.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Zhou Lan asked Yu Dong to cook abalone porridge.He said he had to eat something hot for supper.Song Fengfeng was dubious: "You still know this?"

Yu Dong: "Don't underestimate me, okay?"

He refused to let Song Fengfeng follow him to the kitchen, and after a long time of fiddling, he brought out several bowls of steaming thick porridge.

Song Fengfeng praised him a few words, picked up the spoon and turned a few times in his bowl, raised his head and asked, "Is there a magnifying glass?"

Yu Dong: "What do you want this for?"

Song Fengfeng: "Look for abalone."

Yu Dong was stunned for a moment, his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, he turned around and ran into the kitchen.

He forgot to put the abalone in.

The three of them ate a bowl of rice and shrimp porridge, and Song Fengfeng called Zhang Jing to wish him New Year's greetings, sharing Yu Dong's embarrassing incident with him hastily.

Zhou Lan couldn't last so long, so she went back to her room to sleep.Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong played cards in the living room for a while, and the clock finally rang at twelve o'clock.

Song Fengfeng ran back to his home first, hung a long string of firecrackers from the roof of the second floor to the first floor, and lit them with a lighter.After finally waiting for it to burn out, he immediately ran back to Zhou Lan's house. "I'll have some, I'll have some!" He snatched the lighter from Yu Dong's hand.

The sound of crackling was heard far and near in every corner of the city. The sky was red and filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. The two ran back to the balcony on the second floor, crowded together and looked at The firecrackers downstairs exploded one by one, and the light of the cannons was like a fire snake, gradually approaching the loudest and loudest end point.

Yu Dong covered his ears, and found that Song Fengfeng yelled something at him the moment the cannonball exploded.

"Happy birthday!" Song Fengfeng leaned closer and shouted again, "Yu Dong! Happy birthday! I will celebrate your birthday every year from now on!"

There is a small energy-saving lamp on the balcony, and the light is slightly pale.Song Fengfeng doesn't look dark at all now, he is smiling happily, showing his white teeth, under his thick eyebrows are his eyes crooked with a smile, and two little Yu Dongs are reflected in the black eyeballs.

Yu Dong pulled him back to the room, closed the balcony door, and blocked all the uncomfortable gunpowder smoke outside.His room was filled with the smell of fireworks and firecrackers, and he had to temporarily turn on the electric fan to dispel it.The two of them came back from the shower and shivered back on the bed. Song Fengfeng took out a birthday present for Yu Dong from his backpack.

There are two pillows on the bed, and brand new red envelopes are pressed under them.Knowing that Song Fengfeng was coming to celebrate the New Year, Zhou Lan specially prepared one for him.She couldn't use up the food expenses that Song Fengfeng gave every month, so she put it all in the red envelope and returned it to Song Fengfeng.

Yu Dong weighed the paper bag, feeling something bad in his heart: "What is this?"

"Treasure book!" Song Fengfeng put on the quilt, peeked at Yu Dong with his head exposed, "Take it apart."

Yu Dong wore a soft shirt and trousers, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to unpack the paper bags.His hair was half-dry, and the hair at the back of his head was still damp and stuck to his neck.Because of the fair complexion, the hair appeared darker.Song Fengfeng found that Yu Dong's body was very white, including his neck and arms, and even the ankle that was exposed between the socks and trousers.

There were several heavy books and two volumes of test papers in the paper bag, all bound with paper tape.On the paper bag is a line of gold-stamped characters: from good to better - the last 100 days of the final [-] days of the high school entrance examination.

Yu Dong threw away the test materials, imitating Zhang Jing's vigor to pinch Song Fengfeng: "You just give me this!"

Song Fengfeng was still staring at his neck, he didn't pay attention, and was pressed onto the quilt by him: "Damn! Don't you like it! Zhang Jing said this is his favorite!"

"Do you believe him? Send it again!" Yu Dong said with a smile, "I'm not satisfied. You can send one a day in the future until my birthday next year."

The hair on his forehead flicked, and tiny drops of water fell into Song Fengfeng's eyes.Song Fengfeng blinked subconsciously.

"Your hair is still wet." He raised his hand to stroke Yu Dong's hair, "Don't pinch it when you get up, I'll dry it for you."