I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 98 The beginning of the new year

She understands she understands.

this is Love!

Who said that there is only barely suitable respect and no love among the older generation.

After the couplets were dried, Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping held on to the ladder, while Yu Shuishan stepped on the ladder and gestured "right or wrong."

"Almost." Li Lan stood not far away and narrowed his eyes.

Yu Shuishan applied the paste, quickly pasted the couplets on them, and patted them gently with his hands.

The front door, as well as the doors of several occupied rooms in the yard, are all decorated with red couplets.

As soon as the couplet is posted, it instantly feels like the New Year.

Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping carefully rolled up the remaining couplets and went to give them to Mrs. Fu.

It seems that God also knows that this is the last day to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. The sun hanging high in the sky is warm and bright, which is not like winter.

It seems that the sunshine that has been stingy since the beginning of winter is generously given to every ordinary person who actively welcomes the New Year.

Along the way, every household is pasting couplets, and some diligent and lively families have hung round red lanterns on their doors.

There are children in the streets and alleys who have put on new clothes in advance and gather in groups to show off to each other.

Well, that's not new clothes, that's a jersey.

"It's not too late. Let's put on new clothes when we go back later."

Yu Ping's eyes were filled with envy and she was eager to try.

Yu Feiwan was startled and blinked, "Okay."

A big smile appeared on Yu Ping's face, and she couldn't help but speed up her pace.

Different from the festive bustle in the village, the deserted north end of the village seems to have not caught the train bound for the New Year and has been forgotten in the past.

In comparison, it becomes more desolate and desolate.

The dead trees beside the road swayed in the wind, and beneath the gray appearance, there seemed to be deep buds ready to emerge.

The smile on Yu Ping's face faded a bit, and she subconsciously gathered her clothes and wrapped herself more tightly.

"Pay grandma, pay grandma."

Yu Ping stood outside the fence and shouted at the top of her lungs.

Yu Feiwan looked around. The fence and courtyard wall had obviously been repaired, and the courtyard had a breath of life.

Mrs. Fu tremblingly opened the door curtain and walked out, with a little milk cat following at her feet, who looked almost like Xiao Huang.

"Grandma Fu, mom asked us to come over and help you post the couplets."

Yu Ping shook the couplet in her hand, with a sweet smile on her face.

Mrs. Fu also had a smile on her sunken cheeks. She was a little stiff, but still kind. "Come in, come in."

It's a world of difference from the first time we met.

Yu Feiwan felt very happy.

Mrs. Fu's heart will revive again in this small courtyard.

"You guys go inside and warm yourself up while I boil some paste."

Mrs. Fu can no longer remember how many years she has not touched the couplets.

The New Year Festival makes no difference to her.

It was deserted, and there was still a heavy guilt in my heart.

It turns out that she also has the time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

As soon as Yu Feiwan entered the house, he saw the unknown flower placed next to the stove.

Although it is the coldest month of winter outside the window, the leaves of the flowers are green and full of vitality.

Seeing Yu Feiwan looking at the plate of flowers, Mrs. Fu poured a small handful of flour and a small cup of water into the bowl and stirred them, while smiling lightly, "I picked them up from the garbage dump a few days ago."

"I picked it up one day with the kitten."

The kitten was very clingy and followed Mrs. Fu every step of the way. It scratched the legs of Mrs. Fu's trousers with its little paws and meowed.

Maybe the kitten also knew that Mrs. Fu in front of it was the one who gave it new life.

Mrs. Fu was very careful, for fear of stepping on the kitten.

The paste was ready in a short time, and Yu Feiwan volunteered to step on the bench and became the main force in posting the couplets.

Fortunately, it's smooth and symmetrical, so there's no shame in it.Once the couplets were posted, the courtyard became a little brighter.

"Grandma Fu, we have to go back." Yu Feiwan touched her increasingly shriveled belly and helped Granny Fu into the house.

Mrs. Fu took out a flat pile of money from under the mattress.

The largest denomination is one piece.

"I'll give you the New Year's money in advance. I have to burn incense tomorrow, the first day of the Lunar New Year."

"Five dollars per person."

Yu Feiwan waved his hands repeatedly. Five yuan of new year's money was a huge amount of money in this era. Children only brought fifty cents when they went to the market.

Mrs. Fu said resolutely, "Make your grandma happy."

Mrs. Fu had kind eyes and soft and warm voice. She looked at Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping as if she were looking at her family members who were connected by blood.

Yu Feiwan frowned, was Mrs. Fu empathizing?

Put those turbulent emotions that were forced to suppress by unexpected surprises on them.

It’s hard to say no.

Rejection actually hurt Mrs. Fu's heart.

But she can't really ask for five dollars.

Looking at the odd and round denominations, it's not difficult to guess that this is Mrs. Fu's only savings.

"Grandma Fu, it's too much."

"How about grandma give us one piece first, and then one piece every year from now on, okay?"

"We will send you New Year greetings every year from now on."

Mrs. Fu hesitated for a moment, then took out four relatively new dollars and "brought them back to Pengpeng and Haihong."

"I heard from your grandma two days ago that your uncle's children are living at home recently."

Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping looked at each other and solemnly knelt on the ground to pay New Year greetings to Mrs. Fu before accepting the new year's money.

New Year's money is a bit hot.

"Grandma Fu, we will bring you dumplings tonight."

"Eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year brings good luck, prosperity and wealth in the coming year."

"No, no need." Mrs. Fu shook her head, "Don't look at the sun now. When the sun goes down, the clouds accumulate, and the wind blows, the weather will change."

"It's not only cold at night, but also unsafe."

Yu Feiwan smiled and said, "Grandma Fu, mom has already chopped the dumpling fillings."

"We're going back first."

The red scarf was still fluttering in front of the window, and the prayer ribbon tied on the fence was also swirling in the wind, as if to convey the joy from all directions to Mrs. Fu.

On the way back, Yu Ping held the New Year's money and said with emotion, "It's not late, Grandma Fu has changed so much."

Yu Feiwan nodded.

If Mrs. Fu was waiting for death step by step before, now she is consciously trying to live as contentedly as possible for the rest of her life.

When we first met, Mrs. Fu was disgusted with herself, desperate and cowardly. Her voice sounded like a mosquito or a fly, and she even spoke unfavorably.

Goodbye, there is a smile on the face, and there is more vitality in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

"pretty good."

She always wants to lend a helping hand to those who deserve to be saved.

Perhaps she had longed for it time and time again in her heart. It would have been great if someone had been willing to lend a hand to her mother's family back then.

It is to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, and it is also a prayer for my mother.

"Pingping, I want to hold hands." Yu Feiwan curled his eyes and stretched out his hand coquettishly.

Kiss, hug and hold high.

Yu Ping was puzzled, but she still held Yu Feiwan's hand and stuffed it into her pocket.

The sunlight above their heads fell on the two of them, as if they were covered with a shallow halo of light, which made people feel in a trance and unable to see clearly.

Hehe, she held her mother's hand again.

Happy, happy, so happy that I can’t help but spin in circles.

(End of this chapter)