It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I returned home, and the entire Ling family's old house seemed to have changed. The red lanterns hung around the eaves wall, and all the windows and doors were all pasted with the words "Inverted Fortune."

The snow in the yard has been cleaned up, and a few large tables have been put on the table. A dozen pots of dumpling stuffing are placed on the table, and there are piles of rolled dumpling skins.

Yan Sanyan, Qiying, Jiuye, Poying and Thirteen have returned, and they are making dumplings around the table with Cheng Jia.

"Go wash your hands and eat first, and come and play when you're done." Yan San grabbed Ling Qingyu's claws stretched out into the dumpling wrapper and took her to the restaurant.

Soum heard the car rang and brought out the chicken noodle soup from the kitchen, and smiled: "It's this hour. Let's get your stomach down. Let's eat early."

The chicken soup was stewed with Sum killed a live chicken early in the morning, and the noodles were freshly rolled. Just smelling the aroma would make people appetite.

After running to the provincial capital and signing so many words, Ling Ma was also a little tired, and went to rest after eating the noodles.

Ling Qingyu woke up early in the morning. After eating a bowl of chicken soup, she felt a little tired, but was unwilling to go to rest. Yan San carried a recliner and placed it under the tree in the yard and covered her tightly. She took a nap while basking in the sun.

After a while, the three of He Li came back, and Ying Thirteen went into the kitchen to cook with Sum, and asked ten of them to go outside.

Cheng Jia has always been a gentleman and a chef since he was a young man. It was only when he and Ling Qingyu were celebrating the Chinese New Year together in Bianjing, did he participate in the dumpling-making activity. Although he was talented, the dumplings he made could not be seen.

However, Yan Sanyanqi is obviously not good at this. Looking at each of them alone is very square and strong, but it is immediately inferior to the shadow of the shadow of the thirteen shadows and the nine nights.

He Li and Meng Su had contracted in Daixian County, and Zhao Yinfeng had also done this work in the barracks, but the style of the three of them was a bit aggressive, and all the bags were just like buns.

The dumplings that Yang Zhao made were very serious, each of them was of average size and appearance, and Ye Shiyi's had its own characteristics, and none of them were exactly the same.

The crowd sneered at each other while chuckling.

Ling Qingyu fell asleep next to her. From time to time, she looked at the corners of her rosy face and the slightly curled lips, and her heart was filled with happiness, and her voice became softer and lighter.

The sun was slanting to the west and setting, and firecrackers sounded around.

Ling Qingyu woke up by rubbing his eyes and sucking his nose, smelling the fragrance of the vegetables in the courtyard, looking at the various dumplings on the table, and the faces that the men looked at with Shu Lang's happy smile.

Ling Qingyu suddenly opened her mouth and smiled like a flower, and sprang up to grab the remaining purse, to show that she is also an excellent diligent and capable wife.

When Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng came back, they brought back an extra-large TV set in the living room. Various snacks and fruits filled the long coffee table, as well as several large porcelain vases of flowers.

There are also two tables in the restaurant. The big table is full of dishes, and the next table is all dumplings.

As dusk descended, the colored lights that covered the roof and eaves of the courtyard were lit in conjunction with the lights of the lanterns. The gentle and soft light illuminated the house brightly, and even the moon lost its light.

Su Mu and Ying Thirteen brought up the last two dishes, sat down in their seats together, and then everyone looked at Ling Qingyu with a smile.

Waiting for her to say New Year's greetings as before.

Holding the wine glass, Ling Qingyu only felt that her throat was blocked, and she couldn't say a word, only tears flowed from her happy eyes. Year after year, every year when the fireworks sounded and the house was full of noise, the only wish in her heart was to be like this.

Don’t have the beautiful rivers and mountains, don’t be full of splendor, don’t admire all the people, don’t make the long live forever...

I just hope that the simple yard has simple tables, and all of them are alive and smiling.

Only so.

"Qingyu..." Yan San put down his wine glass, stood up, put his arms around her waist, and gently kissed her tearful cheek, then pushed her to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao took the person, put a kiss on that eye, stood a little away, and gave it to Cheng Jia.

One kiss cleans up the tears on her face.

After Ye Po let go of her.

Ling Qingyu choked up and said, "Happy New Year!"

Yes, happy new year! For us, this is a brand new year, a brand new world.

There is no more difference in sorrow, no more struggle and sacrifice, only...

happy!

Ling’s mother’s tears were inexplicably moistened. When her daughter told her about the matter over there, it should be only a rough idea. Now that we see the deep feelings between them, I’m afraid the hardships are far from what the daughter said. Simple, but even that simple makes her sad and sad.

Just come back, just come back!

Su Mu and Ying Thirteen's craftsmanship is good, but they have absorbed the characteristics of this side, and the dishes they make are so good that Ling Qingyu can swallow his tongue.

Without outsiders, the men talked about **** too, and the topic somehow turned to the next few battles. It was bloody, and indispensable, Zhao Yinfeng and Meng Su had to despise each other again.

Ling Ma was listening to her, and then she came back to her senses, stinky girl, you didn't tell me, you went there to be the empress!

These are all the people who will create a world!

Forget it, let me go to the Spring Festival Gala!

Ling Qingyu ate brace again, and Yan San accompanied him for a walk in the yard. The men quickly cleaned up the living room and set up mahjong and card tables around the sofa in front of the TV.

When the Spring Festival Gala began, Ying Jiu set a firecracker outside, and there were already three tables in the room.

When Ling Qingyu came back one step late, the table was already full of people, and she asked them to give her a seat with a shy face. Yang Zhaogang was with him, and he was pressed back by He Li.

"Hey, you were born in the back and watched your husband win you money." He Li smiled. If this little rascal comes on the court, then no one has to play.

by! Whoever wins is my husband wins, and whoever loses is my husband loses. Okay!

"Yes, Qingyu, you go watch the show." Ling Ma said while sitting at the table, wearing presbyopic glasses, and then said to Su Mu Ying Jiu Ye Po, who was playing mahjong with her, "Come on, touch the cards. brand!"

Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu, who was about to play a rogue, and sat on the sofa, rubbing her belly that didn't know how much she was holding, and smiled: "Okay, take a break, wait for me to avenge you."

After all, Ling Ma was older and wanted to watch the show again. After a few laps, Ling Qingyu sat directly on Yansan's leg to take over Ling Ma's position.

Of course, Yan San was playing cards.

After a few laps, Yan San switched to the table of Yang Zhao He Li Yan Qi and drove Zhao Yinfeng to the table of Su Mu Ying Jiu Ye Po.

The level is not on the same level, Zhao Yinfeng was disgusted.

Zhao Yinfeng smoothly carried Ling Qingyu and put it on his lap.

"Hmph! You all hate me! I'll go to Macau to play tomorrow!" Ling Qingyu hummed after giving instructions to Zhao Yinfeng a few times to stop Zhao Yinfeng from listening to her.

"Okay! When do you go?" Zhao Yinfeng turned her face and kissed, and smiled. He knew that in Macau, those movies looked like a fun place.

"Yeah." Ling Qingyu picked up the phone that was beginning to tick while replying to those New Year greeting messages: "Should we go on the tenth day? Mom, are you going?"

"Okay, stop by to Hong Kong to buy something."

"Buy it again?"

Starting at 11:30, the sky in Ningcheng was already bright, huge fireworks blooming in the sky throughout the city.

The fire tree never sleeps.

Ying Jiu and Ye Po went off the card table and placed the fireworks in the yard and on the road outside, while Soum went to the kitchen to bring out freshly cooked dumplings.

The sound of firecrackers exploded and the fireworks exploded in the air, exuding gorgeous patterns.

Cheers came from the TV.

The men looked at the woman who looked up at the sky and smiled.

The string that had been tight in my heart seemed to relax.

Yes, it is no longer a general, no longer an official, no longer a killer, no longer a guard...

It's just her man, her husband.

Ling Ma couldn't hold on to go to bed anymore, Ling Qingyu was held up to bed by Yan San until two o'clock.

Yang Zhao took a glass of wine from the side and said to everyone in the room: "Happy new life."

Everyone laughed, Soum put down his broom and picked up the wine.

Newborn...happy...

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