National Tide 1980

On New Year's Eve in 1982, for Luo Guangliang, it was like falling into a nest of blessings.

Not to mention anything else, the stove is burning, the water vapor is floating around, and the house is warm.

Compare it to a shabby little kitchen that leaks air everywhere like an ice cellar. That is one sky and one earth.

Even after New Year's Eve, after eating dumplings, it was time to wash up and go to bed.

Ning Weimin also occupied the steel wire bed first and let Luo Guangliang sleep on the wooden bed.

Kang Shude did the same. Seeing that Luo Guangliang's quilt was thin, he specially covered him with a blanket.

You must know that more than two years of labor reform has turned Luo Guangliang into a person who is easy-going and easy to satisfy materially.

Now he is like the most common and humble sparrow that can build a nest anywhere.

What's more, even his own father despised him, and his family didn't give him such treatment.

How could he do this kind of thing like occupying a magpie's nest in someone else's house?

Of course not!

Luo Guangliang is not a ungrateful person. If someone is willing to give him a place to sleep, he will be grateful enough, so he will definitely refuse.

But Ning Weimin got under the quilt and couldn't get up.

And it's so late at night that it's hard to really make noise and disturb the rest of the neighbors next door.

So it was difficult to refuse the kindness, and in the end Luo Guangliang had no choice but to thank Kang Shude and Ning Weimin again and again.

Then I brushed my teeth, washed my face and feet, got into bed and got into bed.

What a rare sense of stability!

At least it's warm, no drafts, and no bugs.

At least you don't have to wake up to a whistle in the morning.

Or maybe you are anxious to make room for a kitchen at home.

So Luo Guangliang didn't wake up until around nine o'clock in the morning the next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

As soon as he got up, he noticed that the sun was shining brightly in the outer room.

Kang Shude had already gone out, and Ning Weimin was the only one staying by the stove, picking up a kettle and filling a thermos.

Needless to say, this made Luo Guangliang blush quite a bit.

So I quickly washed up and tidied myself up.

Then he smelled the tempting fragrance and saw the plate of fried dumplings that Ning Weimin brought to the table for him.

"It's too troublesome! I just have a steamed bun!"

"What are you talking about! We all eat this, today is the first day of the first lunar month!"

Luo Guangliang, who originally thought he had caused trouble to others, thought about it and decided that it was indeed the case, so he stopped being polite.

However, when he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, he couldn't help but get excited when faced with the fragrant and oily fried dumplings.

If nothing else, he remembered a joke he had often heard in the past.

It was a joke about a short-sighted pauper who vowed to eat fried food every day after getting rich.

Right now, as he stuffed the fried dumplings in his mouth, he suddenly realized that the joke was not actually funny.

Because speaking from someone who has been eating steamed buns and sorghum rice for nearly three years.

No one realizes more clearly than him how much satisfaction and pleasure the crispy, crunchy fried food can bring to people.

I'm not afraid of being embarrassed to say it, let alone a bomb.

Now whenever he hears the word "eat", his saliva will subconsciously overflow and he can't control it.

Even the annual Spring Festival, in his concept, means more than just eating.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that during the Spring Festival you could see ten times and a hundred times more food than usual, he really couldn't think of any reason to respectfully call it a "festival".

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of the sumptuous baptism of wine and meat last night.

It was a feast that made him absolutely overjoyed.

Because he didn't expect that Kang Shude and Ning Weimin, just two people celebrating the New Year, would actually prepare six meat dishes.

Rice vermicelli meat, braised chicken, fried meatballs, braised pork elbow, braised beef with potatoes, and dry-roasted yellow croaker.

They were literally laid out on the table, plate by plate, piece by piece, shining a seductive light on him.

However, Kang Shude and Ning Weimin kept adding more dishes to him.

As long as he takes a chopstick and brings it to his mouth, he can really feel the physical and mental pleasure brought by those steaming, oily "flexible substances".

Enjoyable! So enjoyable!

Except for the word "enjoyable", he really couldn't find any suitable words to describe the taste of eating a large piece of meat last night.

He couldn't describe in more appropriate words how refreshing and wonderful it was!

The only thing that was certain was that he would remember this happiness for the rest of his life.

If only he could take out his appetite and open it.

I believe that the pattern of "1982" will be clearly engraved on the mucosa of his stomach wall.

As the saying goes, the world knows how good it is and how good it is.

Luo Guangliang, who was destitute and rejected by his biological father, couldn't help but be grateful for such kindness.

So after having this greasy first breakfast of the new year.

He naturally wanted to help clean up the room, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, and wipe the table.

He likes to clean and is often praised in the team for this.

But what I didn't expect was that even this small contribution could not be made.

Because he had just picked up the broom, Kang Shude came back just at this time.

The old man was a man of old principles and would not let Luo Guangliang do anything.

He was told that he would not be allowed to sweep the floor during the New Year days, so he only had to wash the dishes.

The old man followed him and reminded him that he should go back to pay New Year's greetings to his parents.

Luo Guangliang said he agreed, but to be honest, he felt a little hesitant and hesitant in his heart.

He was really not sure whether this should be regarded as seeing off guests.

But then I thought about it and it was natural to go back.

It's enough to stay in someone's home for one night. Who wants to entertain an outsider like this all the time?

He grew up to be a beggar, and he was ashamed to lie when he thought about it. Even if they let him live until after the festival, what would happen?

Even his family dislikes his mouth, and he is not their son.

It has nothing to do with him, it doesn't matter at all.

So, Luo Guangliang said a little awkwardly, "Uncle Kang, I have caused you trouble, then I will go back."

Following him, he went to get the quilt. Unexpectedly, Kang Shude saw him like this and immediately stopped him. Instead, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Put your things down, what are you going to do, stupid boy, who told you to go and not come back?"

"When I say New Year's greetings, I just want you to wish them New Year's greetings. Do you hear me? Don't think too much. I'll live a down-to-earth life here, and you won't have to open your mouth. I won't hide it from you. Just now I went to pay New Year's greetings to Director Li of the street, and I even mentioned you. It’s about something.”

"I have to talk to you later about your future. Didn't I tell you everything yesterday? When you come out, your father will not be angry."

These words are enough!

Luo Guangliang's body suddenly became hot.

He felt an indescribable warmth deep in his heart.

It's like someone putting hot palms on your chest.