Song Kee Guilan Cake

Children, children, don’t be greedy, after Laba is the new year!

In the intermittent video with Song Guihua, it will soon be the 27th of the new year.

On this day, paste is needed to paste Spring Festival couplets. Ji Lanye has never bought Spring Festival couplets since he was a child. He used to be short and couldn’t reach them. He also envied red and gold Spring Festival couplets in front of merchants’ doors, but he was the only one. There is really no taste of the year, so even if I can do it myself later, but my heart has faded.

This year, he still chose to buy ingredients on the 27th, but when it came time to pay, he found that he had taken a pair of curtains and some lucky characters.

Ji Lanye felt that she had been in a trance recently, always belatedly aware of it, Ji Lanye glanced at the long pair at the back, and then swallowed the words to cancel the Spring Festival couplets.

forget it!

Ji Lanye was not smiling like the people in front of and behind him, but she didn't have a bitter face either. Instead, she packed her things expressionlessly, and went home with two big bags.

When he got home, Jiujiu yelled at Ji Lanye, and the sound hit Ji Lanye's heart wall. Ji Lanye smiled, put down the plastic bag, picked up Jiujiu and put it on his left shoulder, then closed the door and raised the door. Entered the house with something.

The weight on the left shoulder made Ji Lanye feel the weight of Nian.

After Ji Lanye arranged her things, she carried Jiujiu to the cat litter he specially bought for him.

Ji Lanye touched a few times: "Jiujiu, you wait here obediently, I'll go clean up, don't go over and eat a mouthful of dust, understand?"

Jiujiu: "Meow." Got it.

After Ji Lanye got Jiujiu's answer, she started to clean up.

During the cleaning process, Ji Lanye discovered that this house not only had traces of her own life, but Song Guihua's traces were very obvious.

Half of the wardrobe is Song Guihua's clothes, and half of the tableware is Song Guihua's. He likes to sit on the sofa and lean against him to beat the king...

Ji Lanye was holding a wet rag, but found herself suddenly at a loss for what to do.

These traces are so thick and clear, this empty courtyard finally feels like a home, he is reluctant...

Thinking of this, Ji Lanye felt stupid!

These items are obviously still there, but he is worried that they will disappear with the disappearance of these traces of life.

Ji Lanye threw down the clean rag, squatted down, and couldn't help but touch her forehead.Ji Lanye, Ji Lanye, why are you so sad for Qiu!

No matter how uncomfortable I feel, there is still work to do.

After the house had a new look, Ji Lanye carried Jiujiu out of the cat's nest.

Ji Lanye buried her head in Jiujiu's hair, listening to Jiujiu's heartbeat, she finally didn't feel empty.

Jiujiu also noticed that the excrement shoveler was in a bad mood recently, so he moved his face closer and gently arched and licked his face.

Ji Lanye was warmed by Jiujiu's fawning gesture, he gently stroked Jiujiu, and one person and one cat nestled on the sofa until New Year's Eve.

Under Song Guihua's hard work, Song Guizhong agreed to let his younger brother return to Q City, and they were in the south at this time.

Song Guihua held the rice cake she had just made in the evening to catch the red-eye flight at zero o'clock.

Song Guihua was afraid of the dark, and he didn't want to go out at night. No matter how tired he was, he would wash up and fall asleep before midnight.

Because for Song Guihua, zero o'clock is the day when the gate of the ghost world opens, and it is the time when ghosts are encountered.

Although Song Guihua explained it that way, everyone in the family knew that his fear was probably the shadow of being blindfolded and listening to ghost movies.

Song Guizhong looked at the rice cake held in his arms by his younger brother, and felt a little funny. Apart from being funny, he was even more curious about Ji Lanye.

When did his younger brother treat others like this, he is not even afraid of zero!

When the first ray of sunshine shines on the world in winter, Song Guihua arrives in Q City.

It was still Uncle Li who came to pick up Song Guihua. Uncle Li saw that his young master looked tired but anxious, so he knew that his young master couldn't wait to see classmate Ji.

Uncle Li then told the young master to sit down, and he was going to speed up.

Only then did Song Guihua realize that he had acted in such a hurry.

Song Guihua blushed, he wanted to say that he was not in a hurry, but it was really against his will, so he looked down at the rice cake tightly wrapped in his arms and smirked.

But when Song Guihua arrived at Ji Lanye's house, he found that the door was locked. Seeing this situation, Uncle Li wondered if Ji Lanye would return to the army.

Song Guihua shook her head.

Song Guihua: "When you go to the army, you have to make a report in advance. If Lan Ye goes to the army, you will definitely tell me, instead of telling me when you get there first."

Song Guihua took out the key with the sweet-scented osmanthus to open the door, Song Guihua pushed the door open, maybe the door made a dull creaking sound due to the cold.

As soon as Jiujiu heard the door rang, she leaned out to take a look. When she saw that it was Song Guihua, she ran out, jumping and jumping on Song Guihua's body.

Seeing Jiujiu running towards him, Song Guihua squatted down, waiting for Jiujiu to jump into his arms.

Song Guihua smiled while stroking Jiujiu: "I haven't seen you these days, Jiujiu seems to miss me very much!"

Jiujiu stuck out his tongue and licked Song Guihua's cheek lightly. Song Guihua was startled by Jiujiu's sudden enthusiasm, and then he frowned and smiled.

Song Guihua: "Jiujiu misses me so much, give me a kiss."

Then he left a kiss on Jiujiu's face.

It's the smell of Jiujiu, it's the smell of Ji Lanye!Song Guihua thought to herself.

Then he held the rice cake in his arms with one hand and Jiujiu with the other, and stood up.

Song Guihua looked around, and saw that the surroundings were deserted, without any Chinese New Year atmosphere, and felt a little out of place.

Song Guihua's heart was pricked by a needle, and there was dense pain.

He subconsciously touched the rice cake in his arms.Fortunately, it is still hot.

The temperature of the chest made Song Guihua relieve a little pain, and the weight of Jiujiu brought Song Guihua a sense of solidity.

Jiujiu: I think you and my shit shoveling officer are secretly mocking my weight...

Uncle Li took a look at the cleaned yard: "Today's New Year's Eve, will classmate Ji Xiao go to worship his family?" But then Uncle Li denied himself. "If the worship is also at three o'clock in the afternoon, and no one goes to worship in the early morning, this is not the first day of the new year."

The weather in winter is also a child. It was originally sunny but suddenly it snowed heavily.

Song Guihua stretched out his hand and caught a few pieces of goose feathers, and saw that the goose feathers melted warmly in his palm, turning into drops of water and being absorbed by the chapped skin.

Song Guihua closed his palms, he knew where Ji Lanye had gone.

Song Guihua put Jiujiu in the room, poured goat milk for him, and wrapped the black and white plaid scarf tightly.

Song Guihua turned around and walked towards the car: "Uncle Li, go..."

Ji Lanye happened to be snowing at that time, and a gust of cold wind hit him, so he wrapped the black and white striped scarf tightly.

Surrounded by verdant pines and cypresses, even the harsh winter cannot capture the emerald green.The snow fell heavily, and the pine branches were soon covered with snow and became slightly bent. Then, a large piece of snow was heard falling from the pine branches, making a crackling sound. Ji Lanye looked up and saw the pine branches trembling slightly , but quickly regained its straightness and was not bent by the snow.

It's really silent!Ji Lanye turned her head and continued walking.

That's right, pines and cypresses are very suitable for planting in martyrs' cemeteries, because even if they died, they were never crushed.

It is not known whose family members are on these tombstones, and the families of many martyrs also do not know whether their family members are buried here, but it is more likely that they are buried in a more distant place.

Maybe it's on the border of the country, maybe it's in another country.But for them, it doesn't matter, because they sacrificed for their ideals and beliefs. As for where to bury them, where in Qingshan can't bury loyal bones!

Ji Lanye walked forward, leaving footprints all over the place.

The tombstones of the martyrs all face the sky, and some characters have been blown and blurred by the wind and rain. Ji Lanye put on gloves, took out a tool, and carefully carved and traced the handwriting on the tombstone.

Although this is what the guardians do, for Ji Lanye, this is the only thing he can do for his parents.

All these years, he didn't know his parents' names or their faces, so he could only get a little knowledge from Uncle Zhao.

He didn't know where his parents were buried, but he knew that they were definitely not in the martyrs' cemetery here.

But they are all fighters, even if they don't know each other, their parents must think that they are all comrades in arms!

After Ji Lanye finished carving, she turned around and prepared to leave the cemetery.

At this time, his hands were a little stiff from the cold wind.

He stepped on the snow, which can be said to be the road paved with the blood of the martyrs, and left the cemetery. Before leaving the cemetery, he knelt down, bowed deeply to them, and then got up to leave the cemetery made of blood and pines and cypresses .

Ji Lanye put her hands in her pockets, ready to warm herself up.

Today is New Year's Eve, people come to tell their ancestors or deceased relatives that the New Year will be tomorrow, but how can he have a place for him to tell Nai Weng!After leaving the Martyrs Cemetery, he can't go anywhere!

Ji Lanye wrapped her clothes tightly, ready to continue walking against the cold wind.Jiujiu hasn't eaten yet, he's been away for so long this time, she must be waiting outside the door worriedly, in such a cold weather, even if it's still snowing, she can already feel the biting cold, don't catch a cold anymore!Thinking of this, Ji Lanye quickened her pace in the howling cold wind.

But he suddenly heard footsteps on the snow in the howling cold wind. Ji Lanye was a little strange. For the Chinese New Year, even if he worshiped the martyrs, he had to wait until the afternoon to come, instead of choosing to come early in the morning when there was no one like him. .

But Ji Lanye thought about it again, although there were few descendants of martyrs like him, he did not want to let others know, and he did not look up at the people who came forward.

The rustling sound of broken snow was getting closer and closer, and the man was getting closer and closer to him, but Ji Lanye wanted to lower his head and go around quickly.

But he heard a sound of Ji Lanye, and then there was no cold wind in his ears, let alone the sound of the wind like a monkey's cry, but a warm embrace and a fierce heartbeat!

It's Song Guihua!

Song Guihua gasped and hugged Ji Lanye tightly: "It's such a cold day, why do you wear so little!"

After finishing speaking, Eldest Young Master Song bit off his gloves to check the temperature of Ji Lanye's hands, and it was as cold as ice when he touched them.

So Young Master Song quickly squeezed Ji Lanye's hand tightly.

Young Master Song got the chatterbox skills of the waiter, and began to talk about the disadvantages of frostbite. At the same time, he insisted that he would accompany him to the cemetery to pay respects to the ancestors on New Year's Eve!

Ji Lanye was in a daze at this moment, and Ji Lanye suddenly realized that Song Guihua was already taller than him at this time, and his head seemed to have only reached Song Guihua's lips now.

Obviously when the two first met, Song Guihua was extremely short, and when the two went out, they looked like a high school brother leading a junior high school brother, but at this moment they completely disappeared!

Perhaps because of the height, it gives people a great sense of oppression, security and solidity.

After Song Guihua babbled, she realized that she shouldn't be talking here anymore, so she dragged him to the car.

As soon as Uncle Li saw Ji Lanye, he smiled and said: "Sure enough, the young master knows you well. When you are not at home, he knows that you are here. As expected, classmate Ji is really here."

Uncle Li looked at the martyrs cemetery with emotion after speaking, but the snow had already fallen heavily, so he just sighed and started the car.

In the car, Song Guihua hastily took out the rice cake that she had been carrying in her bosom.

Song Guihua gave Ji Lanye a sip like offering a treasure: "Try it quickly, I learned this from the master specially, it's absolutely authentic!"

When Uncle Li heard it, he also smiled and said, "Yes, classmate Ji. The young master made this rice cake before boarding the plane, and then put it in an insulated box, and put it in a down jacket for you when you got off the plane!"

The rice cake in the mouth is still hot, the eyes of the person in front of him are blue, and the corners of the mouth are covered with green stubble, which can tell the fatigue!

Ji Lanye's heart moved, and she also took a piece of rice cake and stuffed it to Song Guihua: "I think Guihua hasn't eaten yet, so you should eat a piece of rice cake to cushion your stomach first!"

Uncle Li said for Song Guihua again: "That's right, the young master took the plane at zero o'clock yesterday, so I came to find you, classmate Ji, right after getting off the plane!"

Ji Lanye's heart was like a hot spring, neither too hot nor too dense!

Ji Lanye pinched Song Guihua's earlobe distressedly.

Song Guihua took Ji Lanye's hand with some embarrassment, and then put it in the palm of his hand carefully to warm him up.

Song Guihua: "I'm not tired, I'm fine, I'll just go home later and catch up on sleep!"

There were bursts of heat from the palm of the hand, which melted the heart into gentle water.

It turns out that only the temperature of the skin-to-skin kiss with the person who is pregnant with oneself is the warmest temperature in the world!

No temperature in the world can match this most suitable temperature!

OK, let's go home!

The author has something to say: I corrected a few typos, sorry.