"Who said that red wine has more stamina, and drinking red wine is not like this. To fill a glass, you have to pour a little bit and shake it. It is best to have a goblet." I didn't know much, and I dared to preach.
"Hehe, I don't know. Your sister said that this has no alcohol content and is not intoxicating at all."
"You know my sister's drinking capacity best. For her..."
My sister is sitting on my left, with a red coat, rosy cheeks, black shoulder-length hair tied into a ponytail, and a round face that is neither fat nor thin, moist, shiny, and elastic. She shows her white teeth when she smiles. Brother-in-law, she looks quite young and charming. They all said that a woman who drinks properly is not easy to age, and this is the case with my sister and Xinlan.
Hearing what I said, she gently rubbed my head and corrected it: "I'm getting older, and I can't drink more. You can drink, don't talk about me, talk about yourself, come, eat vegetables." I picked up a piece of meat and put it in my bowl unexpectedly.
Big bowls and small bowls, the dishes on this table are dazzling, such as duck with sour bamboo shoots, braised pork with preserved vegetables, braised carp, steamed pork ribs, let tofu, dog meat, beef... and a few more, I don’t know what they are called. , A large round table was set up full of people, like an exhibition, my sister and brother-in-law kept persuading me, but I should be full after trying a little bit of each dish, let alone during the New Year’s Eve.
When we were full, we sat and tasted wine and chatted about the situation at home and the outside environment.
An old woman in her sixties passed by outside the door, and she greeted her sister, who stood up with a whoosh and responded, "Happy New Year, Third Aunt, where are you going? Come, come in and sit down, drink and eat melon seeds."
"Hey, oh, is there a guest?" The old woman stepped in.
"Hey, it's my younger brother, the younger brother of my natal family."
"It's my brother."
"Cousin brother, my sister's son, is doing business outside and is the boss."
"Oh, okay, I'm looking for a lot of money after the Chinese New Year!"
"Hey, everyone is looking for a lot of money, the main thing is to be healthy." I stood up, I didn't know what to call it, and I was too embarrassed to call my sister the third aunt, so I had to stand up and move a stool to give up my seat.
The hospitable sister and brother-in-law greeted me warmly again. After sitting for a while, I quietly exited the door and entered Longwu Primary School. I walked around and saw a row of low red brick and tile houses separating classrooms from classroom to classroom. , a large playground, two dilapidated slate table tennis tables, and a discolored basketball hoop stand alone during the New Year's holiday.
I called Lian Yu, wished him a happy new year, and asked him to greet his family on his behalf. He told me when he would be back, and then asked me when I would be back. I said it might be a few days later.
I walked slowly while eating melon seeds. There was no turf on the playground, it was full of dirt and sand, and there were many protruding gravels. For a rural elementary school, the hardware facilities here are relatively good.
I walked out and was seen by my sister, who stretched out her hand to say hello: "It's vacation, the school is quiet. Come back to drink, so shy, not courageous, not growing up."
We sat around the table again, and when I said I wanted to go home, my sister glared at me, "It's not like I don't have a bed here for one night."She said: "If you want to go back, you have to wait a while, it's so early." So we filled another glass, eating melon seeds, drinking for a year, and chatting.
"Did you tell me where?" My sister asked.
"What?" I don't know what she said.
"Pretend! Of course I'm talking about my girlfriend." My sister patted my body.
"Have."
"Is it done?" A ray of light flashed in my sister's eyes.
"No."
"Oh, you are very demanding, live life, don't be too demanding."
"You see I'm so short, how dare I demand so much." I laughed.
"Go! Seriously, what's your request?" My sister was serious.
"It's nothing specific, just about the same." I suddenly lost my mind.
"It's like this. Xiaoying has a classmate who is from our hometown. He didn't continue to study after finishing middle school. Now he is working in Shenzhen. He is honest, obedient, hardworking, and good-looking. The main reason is his parents. They are all honest people, we know the basics and are reliable." My sister began to introduce.
Then he said: "I heard from Xi Niang that someone has introduced you to you, and I have seen you. They have taken a fancy to you, but you have looked down on him. I don't know if you are more demanding. Let us also help you pay attention. The girl I told you just now was very close to Xiaoying when she was studying, so you can rest assured in terms of character. If you want to, ask her to give you an address, and you also write her an address. You can contact her. have a look."
"Xiaoying has my address and phone number." Seeing my sister happy, I couldn't refuse.
"Okay, I'll ask Xiaoying to help you talk about it when the time comes." My sister peeled another peanut and put it in her mouth, clapped her hands, and stood up. Looking at me: "Do you really want to go back? Stay here for one night."
"I really want to go back." I emphasized.
Seeing that I insisted on leaving, they didn't force me to stay. My sister and brother-in-law made hard boiled eggs, heated up chicken soup, and brought them to the table. How long has it been since I ate, and there is no space in my stomach to fill it up. However, this is the etiquette. My sister and brother-in-law are very polite. I really don't know when they will eat the dishes on this big table. Seeing my brother-in-law busy doing this, I feel a little admiration in my heart and a little emotion. It's better to be simple.
When I was leaving, my sister sent me out and asked me: "Will you go home for the Ching Ming Festival?"
"Yes, of course I will," I said.
"I'm going to come here to play when I get home."
"okay."
"No, okay, be sure. Make a call then and ask your brother-in-law to pick it up." My sister waved to me.
My brother-in-law kicked on his right foot, twisted the handle, and a puff of black smoke rushed out of the chimney. He asked me if I was seated, and I said yes. He also sat down, the car moved forward slowly, and I sat on his back. The high and low stone steps, stumbling, the car body jumps and jumps, turns a few corners, and comes out of the main road.
Speed up, my brother-in-law is wearing a black windbreaker, I lean on his back, his broad back is like a mountain, stable, at this moment, I can’t see his face, but I can see under his helmet, on the neck Half of his hair has been dyed frosty white.
When I got home, I sat for a while and left. When I was leaving, I pointed to his hair and said, "Don't be too tired."
He combed it with his fingers, and smiled openly: "It's like this, it has nothing to do with being tired, it's more about heredity, it's been there for a long time."
Saying goodbye to each other, I told him to pay attention to safety while driving, and he told me to pay attention to my health when working outside.
In those few years, I often kept in touch with my sister and brother-in-law. When I went home, I would basically go to their house and my brother-in-law would pick me up. It can be seen that they have high expectations of me, and I am very clear about how much I have, and how much I have. This may be a manifestation of inferiority after all, although I really like the feeling of being praised and recognized by my relatives, and I am very proud. However, I am very afraid of being overly warm and courteous. I feel unnatural, like being lifted up, without a fulcrum, unable to find balance, wobbly, and may fall at any time. Moreover, if I fall, it will be Described as tragic.
What's more, I don't know anything about the emotions ahead, and I can't predict it. I have a better understanding of my sister's personality. I'm afraid of disappointment and sadness, so I dare not touch it, and I haven't started it yet. I remember later, that girl wrote me a letter, but I didn’t reply, but left a postage stamp. On the postage stamp, a beautiful red-crowned crane stood on a piece of pure green grass, and the paper was carefully drawn with black ink. A few wavy bars, stamped with the imprint of Shenzhen Post, were collected by me, and occasionally turned over, I still remember the enthusiasm of that year.
Like enthusiasm, avoid enthusiasm, fear loneliness, but stay in loneliness, a bit masochistic!