National Beer

Busy New Year, Busy New Year, New Year is coming soon, the factory is busy, and the family is also busy.

Fortunately, there is such a car that allows Qin Dong to take care of the family without delaying the factory.

The prize money at the end of the year came down. There was no accident. He was still the highest in the factory, and there was no accident. He was named an advanced worker in the factory and the county and took home two big frames.

I don’t need anything at home now. I have turned on the bag and used the imported color TV, but there is only one thing missing—a certificate!

In previous years, neither Qin Dong nor Qin Nan had a chance with the awards. Well, this year even the awards from the county were taken back.

Liu Zhi nailed the glass frame to the wall neatly, and wiped the handprints on the glass with a towel, and she felt the room brighten up.

"Snapped--"

Before the people entered the hospital, Du Xiaoshu threw a firecracker in. "Sister Zhi, my mother called you to make dumplings." His "firepower" this year was very sufficient. Qin Dong individually gave him 100 yuan to let him He went to buy firecrackers.

Today is noon on New Year's Eve, and since Qin Shihuang passed away, Du Yuan has called this family of three to his home, together to live and celebrate the New Year together.

"Where is your Dong brother?" Willow asked.

"He drove out to buy soy sauce and said he would be back soon." When he drove out, only his sister, not himself, Du Xiaoshu took out another firecracker to light it, and threw it into an unknown chicken coop. There was a thrilling cock.

When he got home, the satchel had already stopped in front of the door. Du Xiaoshu opened the door and sat in. Although he didn't have the key, he was able to enjoy sitting down.

Du Xiaoju and Qin Dong were putting together Spring Festival couplets, "Go a little east, no, go a little further west..." Du Xiaoju smiled and commanded. A strong wind blew the snow, Qin Dong turned around, and the flaming couplets and the flaming people swayed from side to side. stand up……

In the wind, a string of cheerful laughter passed by Du Xiaoju...

As usual, Du Yuan absolutely must cook in person today.

"Zila Zila--"

The flames on the stove licked the bottom of the pot, and the flames also reflected Du Yuan’s face. Braised prawns, nine-turn large intestine, sea cucumbers with green onions, sweet and sour carp...there is no more on the dinner table, but Du Yuan’s spoon Still did not stop.

"Ping Pong—"

"Crackling—"

As the night darkened, the impatient people had set off firecrackers.

Through the glass of the window, you can vaguely see the gorgeous fireworks outside, shining brightly, and everyone in the alley is chopping dumpling fillings and ringing.

This firecracker and the sound of dumpling stuffing converge, like a tens of thousands of horses galloping, a frenzy roar, resounding throughout Qinwan!

"boom--"

Multicolored fireworks exploded above Zhongjiawa, the sky was gorgeous, and the fluttering snowflakes were dyed in multicolored colors.

"Hush—"

Amidst the laughter, Qin Dong spit out a hot two-cent coin. He ate too quickly and was hot. There was a burst of laughter in the room. He looked at Du Yuan, who was drinking a little wine, and Xiao Ju, who was smiling satisfied. Mom, willow branches with a heart-felt smile, oh, it's New Year!

"Brother Dong is the first to get the money, and he will definitely make a fortune this year!" Du Xiaoshu also picked up the Coke, which Qin Dong brought Du Xiaoju to the Friendship Store in Qinwan to buy.

Although it was the first time to drink this kind of foreign entertainment, Du Xiaoshu and Qin Nan seemed to be no strangers.

...

The Spring Festival Gala started. Du Xiaoshu turned on the TV early and stopped eating dumplings. He only held a Coke bottle and took a sip from time to time.

Qin Dong also took a look at the TV, and Du Xiaoju was also fascinated by it. Even from a very harsh perspective, the 1987 Spring Festival Gala is worth looking forward to:

This year, Feng Gong’s performances gradually improved. The cross talk "Qiao Yinglian" co-exposed with Liu Wei, and the cross talk "Five Senses Fighting for Merit" co-exposed with Ma Ji, Zhao Yan, Wang Jinbao, and Liu Wei are all quite important works.

"Xiao Nan, have you finished eating?" Outside the door, a few girls probed their heads and walked in embarrassedly. They all wanted to watch TV at home.

"It's finished, it's finished." Qin Nan finally filled his mouth with a few dumplings, "Go, come to my house and watch TV."

"I'll go too." Du Xiaoshu jumped up, "Give me the key, I run fast, I will open the door."

"Little tree, don't forget to fill the stove with some coal..." Willow Zhi instructed. How could Du Xiaoshu hear, he ran out of the yard early.

"Let's go too." Du Xiaoju looked at Qin Dong, deliberately avoiding the eyes of her parents. The TV at home was black and white, and she wanted to watch the color TV too.

"Go ahead." Willow is very understanding. "There are peanuts and melon seeds on the cabinet, as well as sugar. Dadong, make the stove a bit more prosperous."

Well, Qin Dong agreed to go out with Du Xiaoju, and when he left the door, he grabbed Du Xiaoju's slender waist. Although he could feel the elasticity of his waist through the bloated bread suit.

"Don't..." In the darkness, fireworks light up the night sky from time to time. Du Xiaoju broke free from Qin Dong's claws and ran towards Qin Dong's house with a smile.

Qin Dong's house was crowded with people. Most of them had black-and-white TVs. They had color TVs. Many of them came. It was comfortable to watch the Spring Festival Gala on imported TVs. Besides, there were so many people here.

The room was full of people laughing and joking, Qin Dong took out a few more poker cards, and Lu Xuguang took Du Xiaoshu and Zhong Xiaoyong's group of children to play "enough".

"You are like a fire in that winter, the raging flames warmed my heart..."

When the Spring Festival Gala was about to end, Du Xiaoshu stretched his waist and stood up. Suddenly a young man in a vibrant red tuxedo appeared on the TV.

"Who is this stupid?" Du Xiaoshu's eyes lit up, and he erased the note that was all over his face, staring at the TV intently.

"Every time you quietly approach me, the fire light illuminates me..."

In the whole room, no one talks any more, no one eats melon seeds, the poker cards are in their hands blankly, and everyone is staring at the TV.

"Your big eyes are bright and twinkling, like the stars in the sky, the brightest one..."

Du Xiaoju had already watched it, so I don't usually see this kind of show!Even Qin Dong quietly approached her, she didn't feel it.

"Although I was happy, I didn't tell you. I also know that you really like me. You are like that fire..."

Qin Dong quietly wrapped his hand around Du Xiaoju’s waist again. He took off his bread jacket and only wore a red sweater. Du Xiaoju’s slender waist was even thinner. As he approached her, the fragrance pierced Qin Dong’s nose. His heart is itchy, but his face is hot, but his nostrils are fragrant.

This is the taste of happiness.

At this moment, Qin Dong really felt that his life after rebirth was worth it. He didn't want to let it run away from this plain and simple sense of happiness, and wished it could always be with him!

Du Xiaoju also turned her head and looked at Qin Dong. She really wanted to sing these two lyrics to Qin Dong. This time, she didn't run away, but put her hand on Qin Dong's hand shyly. But no one in the room noticed them.

"What are you looking at, so lively?"

In the wind and snow, Du Yuan pushed the door into the house, and Du Xiaoju and Qin Dong hurriedly separated, but Du Yuan didn't see it, "I made some candied haws, you eat..."

Without the bamboo skewers, the hawthorn is directly put into the boiled sugar and rolled, but the sugar ball in the mouth is still sour and sweet...

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and next year will definitely be a bumper year.

With the white snow, the flaming lanterns, and the courtyard, among the colorful fireworks, Du Xiaoju smiled red. Amidst the fiery red, Qin Dong saw that the snow in front of him was so misty, like an oil painting.

Oh, 1986 has passed, but I miss it very much...