priest dad

Chapter 178 New Year’s Eve

"By the way, another neighbor has moved in next door."

Mother Lu said.

After hearing this, Lu Ming subconsciously took precautions, mainly because the previous neighbors Yun Fangfang and Dong Kaige were so outrageous that they almost sent him to those dumb countries in the south.

"The people are quite nice. It seems I just moved here three or four days ago."

Mother Lu said: "Your father and I met him a few days ago. He helped us organize the brand. He was very enthusiastic. He made the dumplings in a while. Xiaolu, you can give some to others. He seems to live alone. , and there’s no one to accompany me during the Chinese New Year.”

"brand?"

Lu Ming was a little confused.

"Yeah, well, the cigarette shop didn't belong to Ma's before. His old man came back and came to us once and said that if we didn't use the Ma's brand, we could just change it. Your dad and I thought about it and changed it. Change it. I’ve been in Shuihu Smokehouse all day long. I always feel like it’s not good to use other people’s brands.”

Lu's mother explained, then looked at Lu Ming doubtfully: "Didn't you see your son when you came back?"

"I didn't take the north gate."

Lu Ming smiled and waved his hand and said, "Okay, when I finish making the dumplings, I will send some to the neighbor next door."

Father Lu and Mother Lu are both ordinary people. For them, changing brands is not that easy. It is still a bit difficult. It is possible for them to accidentally fall and get injured. Thinking that the other party helped their parents, so Lu Ming nodded simply.

And if the other person is celebrating the New Year alone, it’s okay to give him some dumplings.

"Mom, let me help you."

Lu Ming ran to a board table covered with white flour in the living room and helped Lu's mother and Lu's father make dumplings. Lu Xuan was uninterested and watched TV happily from the sofa.

"No, Lu Xuan, come here and help!"

Lu Ming greeted.

Before Lu Xuan could reply, Lu's mother said disgustedly: "What the hell did she make? It's ugly and big. It will definitely break when cooked. Let her play there."

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Lu Xuan's head was full of black lines and she argued angrily: "That's a bun! Yes, a bun! Humph!"

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At 7:50 in the evening, the Lu family's kitchen was steaming with steam, and plates of appetizing dumplings were brought to the dining table, making people's index fingers twitch.

"Son, go and give me two plates."

Lu Mu finally brought out two plates of dumplings and handed them to Lu Ming.

"Row."

Lu Ming nodded and put the dumplings directly into the storage space. He found that the storage space was quite convenient for storing food and other things. No matter how long it was stored, it would not go bad when taken out.

"Come back quickly, the Spring Festival Gala starts at eight o'clock."

Mother Lu ordered.

"understood."

Lu Ming responded and hurried out, wanting to come back quickly to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Speaking of the Spring Festival Gala, it is one of the traditions of the great summer. On New Year’s Eve, every household reunites to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Even those soldiers who cannot go home will have a rare rest. The military camp gathered together to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The most important thing is that the Spring Festival Gala in Daxia mainly focuses on a relaxed and happy atmosphere, with few songs and dances. It is basically all cross talk sketches. It is funny, criticizes current events, makes people reflect, and also touches on some international issues. Lu Ming liked the situation very much.

For example, Lu Ming knew about the international situation before. Apart from CCTV news, the only channel he learned about was the Spring Festival Gala.

So Lu Ming still liked the Spring Festival Gala very much. After walking out of the villa gate, he hurried to Yun Fangfang's original villa and pressed the doorbell at the courtyard gate.

Ding-dong-

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, accompanied by countless firecrackers, probably inaudible inside.

However, the sound of the doorbell is mainly useful to signal visitors to press it. In fact, there is a special energy display screen inside the villa to prompt.

After the doorbell rang a few times, Lu Ming heard a sound coming, and then saw a tall male professional opening the door of the villa inside. He quickly walked to the gate of the villa manor, helped Lu Ming open the door, and at the same time had a full face. Looking at him doubtfully.

This male professional looks to be in his forties, younger than Father Lu and Mother Lu.

"Hello."

Lu Ming took out two plates of dumplings from the storage space and explained with a smile: "My name is Lu Ming. I am the neighbor next door. Those at the cigarette shop are my parents. Seeing that you are celebrating the New Year alone, I will give you two plates of dumplings." come over."

"Huh? That's it! Hahaha, you're welcome, you're welcome."

The male professional took the dumplings and smiled enthusiastically: "My surname is Lu and my name is Lu Chen. I am not celebrating the New Year alone. My wife has been taking the children to school in the provincial capital. She has overtime classes until today, and they are all back now." , what about, come to my house for some food?”

"No, no, my parents are still waiting for me to go back."

Lu Ming quickly waved his hand.

"Thank you! It smells so good, thank you!"

Mr. Lu was very polite. He smelled the aroma of the dumplings and said they were really delicious. Afterwards, he exchanged greetings with Lu Ming and then said goodbye to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming hurried back home, planning to have dinner with his family while watching the Spring Festival Gala, and then go out to set off firecrackers at twelve o'clock in the evening.

On the other side, Lu Chen returned to the villa with two plates of dumplings. In the living room was a boy wearing a provincial experimental school uniform. From his school badge, he could tell that he was a senior high school student. Beside this senior boy there was A middle-aged woman wearing a nightgown, well-maintained, with a graceful figure and a relatively beautiful appearance.

But compared to her beautiful appearance, her words were a bit sharp and mean.

"What is this?"

The woman stared at the two plates of dumplings in Lu Chen's hands, her nose twitching as she sniffed them carefully.

"Didn't I help my next door neighbor get a sign a few days ago? Today, people thought I was celebrating the New Year on my own, so they asked my children to bring two plates of dumplings over. Wow, they are so delicious~ and there are a lot of them."

Lu Chen stretched out his hand to fan the steaming heat, with a look of salivation on his face. He waved to his son and said with a smile: "Son, come! Let's eat together. Hahaha. I haven't eaten dumplings like this for a long time. Let me I remember your grandma wrapping it for me back then."

"What the hell?"

Mrs. Lu's nose twitched, a flash of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she said: "How about the filling of monster meat? Are you afraid of getting sick if you eat this? You can't give this to my son." Mrs. Lu took the two plates of dumplings away directly.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Lu Chen was a little anxious.

"What am I doing? My son finally entered the Divine General Camp with great difficulty. He originally planned to sign up for a class in the provincial capital, but he had to waste time in a place like the city."

Mrs. Lu seemed to have been ignited by a barrel of dynamite, and said sharply: "I will live in Lincheng until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. After half a month of delay, can my son catch up with those geniuses? They all receive sixth-level assistance in the provincial capital. Professional support! Isn’t this pushing your son into a pit of fire? And even if you waste this time, you still want to feed your son the flesh of a monster? Are you crazy or am I crazy? Lu Chen! Get divorced if you don’t want to! I’m raising my son by myself, I don’t need your parents to keep telling me what to do!”

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The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched, and he no longer struggled with the dumpling issue, and said sarcastically: "The old man asked me to live here, but there is nothing I can do. Besides, the old man also said that if there is a chance, he will not harm us, but the time has not come yet. Just tell us."

"There is a chance, what chance?! Only a one-turn broken flesh? What chance does such a little shit city have?"

Mrs. Lu was like a crazy woman, chattering endlessly: "Are these two plates of broken dumplings a chance? Xiaopo Lincheng, eating dumplings on New Year's Eve is filled with the lowest monster meat, so what chance can there be? ? The old man still insists on letting us live here until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Lu Chen, do you know what your son’s peers are doing now? They are all practicing hard in the martial arts gym! They are practicing without even returning home! You, a father-in-law, Your father asks you to eat shit, do you want to go? That’s enough!"

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Lu Chen's expression changed and he lost his temper. He slapped the table and said angrily: "My father raises me and I will eat shit even if he wants me to eat shit! What's wrong?! Get divorced if you don't want to! Get out!"

Seeing Lu Chen become hard-headed, Mrs. Lu suddenly softened.

After all, the backbone of this family is Lu Chen, and the source of income is also Lu Chen, not her, a one-time professional. Lu Chen's father works in the Provincial Department of Education. She was too concerned about her son just now to make such arrogant remarks. Normally, I really dare not say anything wrong.

If she were to get divorced, she wouldn't be able to earn even the daily training expenses, let alone provide for her precious son to be admitted to the S-level warrior university!

"Can't you just listen to me? Why are you so cruel? Do you want domestic violence?"

Mrs. Lu relented, but her words remained unforgiving.

"The old man asked me to live here, just live here."

Lu Chen waved his hand impatiently and said, "Watch the Spring Festival Gala and eat. The dumplings will fall over after a while. Return the plate to others."

With such a quarrel, he was no longer in the mood to eat dumplings.

"Row."

Mrs. Lu nodded, then sat on the sofa and started eating. The opening of the Spring Festival Gala gradually appeared on Yuan Neng TV, while the Lu family's son, who was in his third year of high school, stared at the TV in confusion, without any expression, eating mechanically. New Year's Eve dinner.

Mrs. Lu kept giving her child dishes that he didn't like.

"Son, when you eat, you should eat more corn. You have been picky about eating corn since you were a child. I must help you get rid of your picky eating habits! Eat them all for me!"

"What are you doing? Are you thinking about playing games again? You are already in your third year of high school. Lu Zihao, can you stop thinking about so many messy things?"

"Or are you saying you fell in love prematurely?"

"Eat quickly! Don't act like a picky eater! You must eat!"

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Different from the situation in the Lu family, the Lu family is in harmony.

In addition to dumplings, Lu's father and Lu's mother also cooked a large table of dishes, which were basically all Lu Ming and Lu Xuan's favorites. Everyone was too lazy to eat in the restaurant and simply ate around the coffee table.

During this period, except for telling Lu Xuan to eat less greasy food to avoid stomach acid, Father Lu and Mother Lu never cared about what their children ate.

As for Lu Ming, Lu's father and Lu's mother didn't bother to care about Lu Ming at all.

With Lu Ming's current strength, it's not too much to say that he has an iron stomach, and he eats with ease. Lu Xuan just finished chewing a small rabbit leg, and Lu Ming finished the whole rabbit.

"Ahem, son, let me be a little girl."

Father Lu coughed awkwardly and reminded Lu Ming in a low voice.

Only then did Lu Ming notice that Lu Xuan next to him was almost dropping her pearls.

"Hahaha, you are talking!"

Lu Ming smiled and gave Lu Xuan some meat and vegetables, and his eating speed also slowed down. Mainly because he hadn't eaten food at home for a long time, so he ate a little faster for a while.

"Thank you bro!"

When Lu Xuan saw that Lu Ming stopped grabbing, she smiled happily, stuffing things into her mouth like a little squirrel, and glanced at Lu Ming from time to time, for fear that Lu Ming would start the "wind and lingering clouds" mode.

"Haha, don't be like a little mouse."

Lu Ming smiled and rubbed Lu Xuan's head to reassure him, and then turned his attention to the TV.

The Spring Festival Gala has begun. There are seven or eight hosts. They are talking about the opening remarks. One of them, Lu Ming, also knows him. It is Shang Chan who gave him an interview not long ago and agreed to give him an exclusive interview after the college entrance examination. .

Lu Ming was not very familiar with the others. He only knew that they were "old faces" who hosted the Spring Festival Gala every year.

After the simple opening remarks, there was a joyful skit and cross talk, which made Lu Ming and Lu Xuan laugh, and Lu's father and Lu's mother couldn't help laughing.

It is worth mentioning that these actors who appear in sketches, cross talk and various programs are not professional actors and stars. This kind of profession did not exist in the era of professionals. These actors are all professionals with a certain reputation in Daxia. They They have a common hobby, which is to archaeologically search for stories from the lost history of Daxia. They have a common organization: Daxia History and Culture Bureau.

Many high-level professionals are willing to show their faces and do "lowly" things like this to entertain people. In fact, they want to preserve the historical and cultural inheritance of Daxia. In their words, a new era has begun, and the history of Daxia in the ancient era has been lost too much. Many, through the Spring Festival Gala, everyone can remember the historical and cultural heritage of their own nation and their own country. It is nothing to them to laugh in public, these are all meaningful things.

Lu Ming also knew this, so he admired the actors very much.

In the Spring Festival evening, some people performed guzheng, some performed cross talk skits, and some performed oboe, or made ancient lanterns on the spot, or did paper-cutting. Finally, there were ancient poems similar to Feihualing, but there are really too few ancient poems that have been handed down. , although many ancient poems are understood by everyone, they do not know much about the poet's life. As a result, they do not understand the ancient poems behind the ancient poems at all. They can only appreciate the beauty of words, but it is difficult to experience the spiritual beauty.

"Speaking of it, Daxia's writing is the most precious spiritual heritage."

Lu Ming watched the Spring Festival Gala and said with emotion: "Daxia writing has charm and charm. It can describe the meaning of everything without creating any new words. When combined cleverly, it has an unimaginable charm. Compared with The language that originated from the Wufu Kingdom is simply a dimensionality reduction blow. Based on the Daxia characters, we continue to discover history, poetry, literary criticism, and ancient art techniques. This creates a spiritual inheritance."

"Yes!"

Father Lu nodded with emotion and said with a smile: "It's like the love between husband and wife. The so-called love between husband and wife is a hundred days of love. This word "love" really depicts the relationship between husband and wife appropriately, and it can only be done by Daxia writing. At this point, in the language of Wufu Country, all love is just love, pale and powerless."

　I'm taking a day off on the 31st... I'm busy on New Year's Day. Please forgive me. I'll resume updating three or four times a day after New Year's Day.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)