Early in the morning of New Year's Eve, golden sun shines on the earth.

Chen Zi'ang, who was sleeping, was woken up by Guan Tongtong who was trying hard to get out of her arms.

"What time is it? Get up so early?" Chen Zi'ang didn't sleep well last night and wanted to continue sleeping, so he dragged Guan Tongtong, who was just one step away, back into his arms.

"Oh, it's not too early!" Guan Tongtong was anxious and wanted to take away Chen Zi'ang's hand. She just took it halfway, but Chen Zi'ang tightened it again, and everything returned to the starting point.

"Sleep for a while, I feel comfortable sleeping with you." Chen Zi'ang didn't even open his eyes, and he stepped on his long legs and clamped Guan Tongtong.

Guan Tongtong blinked, looked at Chen Zi'ang, and then looked at the clock on the wall.

After Chen Zi'ang made a uniform breathing sound again, Guan Tongtong gently pulled Chen Zi'ang away from her legs, and then carefully drilled down.

Halfway through, Chen Zi'ang grabbed her with another kick.

"No, I'm going to get up, let me go!" Guan Tongtong struggled under the quilt.

Chen Zi'ang stood up slightly, looked at the clock on the wall, and fell down again: "Wife, it's too early to get up. Don't be so unfaithful. My mother won't say behind your back that you're not."

"I can't breathe anymore, big bad guy, let me go!" Guan Tongtong shouted in silence under the quilt.

Chen Zi'ang quickly lifted the quilt, the little girl spread her hair and struggled desperately.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Chen Zi'ang turned on and switched Tongtong.

Guan Tongtong quickly took the opportunity to get up and jumped out of bed.

"You have to get up even if you sleepy!" Guan Tongtong took off her nightgown. She was wearing only small pants and her upper body was naked.

He picked up the bra and was about to put it on, Chen Zi'ang jumped out of bed and took her back to the bed.

"What are you doing? Don't... hate it!" Before Guan Tongtong finished speaking, Chen Zi'ang took off her pants.

...

After the couple got up, Chen’s father and mother were already busy downstairs.

Seeing Shi Jia busy making breakfast in the kitchen, Guan Tongtong walked in with a little embarrassed to help.

After Chen Zi'ang went in, he secretly talked to Shi Jia: "Mom, I pulled Tongtong for morning exercises, so I got up a little late."

It was said to be secret, but in fact Guan Tongtong was right beside him and could hear it.

She made a big blush. This guy is so bad. Wouldn't he be embarrassed?

Shi Jia asked strangely: "The room has a small space, why don't you do it in the yard? I will teach me what kind of morning exercises you do!"

Guan Tongtong turned her head and left, and went into the bathroom.

Chen Zi'ang was embarrassed: "The yard is too cold and not suitable. I do yoga and morning exercises, and various leg-pressing postures."

"It is good to exercise in the morning, but the premise is to have enough sleep." Shi Jia said.

After breakfast, the family began to get really busy.

Hang lanterns at the door, stick the word "Fu" on the door, and the red couplets are also pasted on both sides and above the door.

"I don't have much festive atmosphere to celebrate the New Year in the city." When posting couplets, Shi Jia looked outside and said, "Looking at this house, this neighbors are isolated, and no one knows anyone. I can't hear the sound of fireworks, nor do I have the lively music."

Chen Zi'ang posted the couplet, got off the stool, and said with a smile: "It's a bit deserted, and it will be lively in two or three years."

As a child in his memory, he began to look forward to the New Year when he entered the twelfth lunar month.

In the countryside at that time, the atmosphere of festivals was very strong and lively.

Twenty-three, sugar melon stick; twenty-four, sweep the house; twenty-five, grind tofu; twenty-six, stew the meat; twenty-seven, kill the stove chicken; twenty-eight, put the noodles on; twenty-nine, steam buns; thirty-four, boil for a night at night, twist and twist on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The excitement of welcoming the New Year is still as new as I remember. However, now it is New Year's Eve, the atmosphere of the festival is like this: flowers are there, blessings are there, but the feeling is gone.

Maybe because of growing up, the price of adulthood is often rational growth and sensibility shrinks step by step. When targeting anything, there is no "blue-skinny mushroom"-like venting, and I have learned to analyze cause and effect and bear the results, but I ignore the true feelings in my heart.

When I grew up, my childhood was far away and I could no longer be as happy as before, in front of the house and behind the house.

Many office workers persisted until the 29th day of the New Year, and hurriedly reunited and returned.

They don’t spend a lot of time, they don’t have the process of sticking sugar melons, sweeping houses, grinding tofu, and steaming buns, cleaning can sweep the houses, and the restaurant helps steam the buns. Without the process of enjoying it, how can there be an atmosphere in their hearts?

Every year during the Spring Festival travel rush, this largest migration movement in China, people are no longer pursuing the New Year atmosphere, not the atmosphere, not the rare opportunity to buy new clothes in a year, and the excitement of having a feast, but the brief reunion of left-behind children and their parents, the greetings of children to their parents, the rare gathering of young people, and the joy of relatives and friends.

The acceleration of the pace of modern life and the various pressures of work and life make people yearn for family affection and happiness. The New Year can no longer give the New Year atmosphere, but it gives people the opportunity to reunite, care and happiness.

"Two or three years?" Shi Jia's eyes lit up and she nodded and said, "That's going to have a few more."

Guan Tongtong pouted on the side. Fortunately, the country only had a second child, otherwise she would have had three.

"I heard that the country has a plan to open a third child?" Chen Zi'ang asked Shi Jia.

Shi Jia is most concerned about these things.

"It was someone in the family planning department who revealed this news. Two people raise four elderly people and have to raise children. The previous system has developed to the present, making only children in society very painful and deformed." Shi Jia said.

Guan Tongtong asked in surprise: "Are you going to have a third child?" She was a little afraid of having so many children.

No matter how good your financial conditions are, having a baby will take about a year of youth.

The golden period of women, the most peak and most beautiful years, is only five or six years.

"It is definitely necessary to open a third child, but I don't know when." Shi Jia said excitedly.

Guan Tongtong looked at Chen Zi'ang with a gaze.

When Shi Jia is like this, Guan Tongtong will have to give birth to two.

After the three-child policy is released, you will have to have a third child.

"The boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge. I think it's so far away, but there is no one left yet." Chen Zi'ang comforted Guan Tongtong.

After finishing my family's business, the whole family planned to go out for shopping and eat before noon.

"There is no festive atmosphere at home, so you can only go out to the streets." Except for father Chen, the family, each wearing a mask and then went out.

There are no close neighbors in the city, so you have to go out to the streets during the festival.

In the temple fair, one by one, smiling, and a festive and peaceful scene.

A bunch of big candied haws, a rattled little windmill; the man who was squeezing the dough man here pinched Sun Wukong; the man who was squeezing the candied man there was a little lamb there.

There are a wide variety of toys and products.

During the Chinese New Year, many migrant workers came home, but there were locals, and there were outsiders who didn’t go back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year and went out to the streets to catch up with the lively.

There was joy everywhere on the streets, in the community, and in supermarkets.

The streets seemed to have changed overnight. The streets were decorated with lights and colorful, and the streets were very lively. Every household had "reversal blessings", couplets, and red lanterns were hung.

Many people wear festive costumes and walk towards various markets with smiles, including shopping, viewing, and a happy and peaceful scene.

Many children in the city are used to shopping and temple fairs like the New Year, and are unspeakable joy, joy and expectation for the New Year.

In some places, fireworks and firecrackers are unavoidable. Fireworks rise in broad daylight, colorful and colorful. It makes people feel that the city is full of firecrackers, which is deafening.

"Is there a New Year atmosphere?" Chen Zi'ang looked at the fireworks in the sky. Although it was daytime and not that beautiful, it made the air filled with the sweetness of the New Year.

"It's a little bit." Shi Jia looked at the streets with pedestrians carrying large and small bags to buy New Year's goods, and everyone was filled with joy on their faces.

The atmosphere of the New Year mostly overflows from people's hearts.

"We live in the place where we can't help but watch the Spring Festival Gala in the house at night. After the New Year bell rings, we go to the yard to light the firecrackers and fireworks for the New Year." Chen Zi'ang said with a smile. There is more Guan Tongtong this year, and the atmosphere at home is actually much more lively than before.

However, what Chen Zi'ang missed the most was the New Year in the countryside when he was a child. The crackling sound of firecrackers was so crisp and loud in the quiet mountains. The children set off fireworks in the yard, and beautiful fireworks flashed in the sky and exploded. The children cheered and jumped in the yard. The New Year came in this joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

Although the weather in the countryside is cold, it cannot stop the joy of the New Year: the red balloons on the treetops, the red lanterns under the eaves, the red firecrackers on the ground, the red couplets posted at the door of every household, and the red envelopes held by children, all witness the joy brought to people by the Spring Festival.

"It's really the New Year." Chen's father looked at the busy pedestrians silently. The atmosphere of the New Year was among the crowd carrying objects on their hands, among the words of greetings, among the sound of firecrackers that shook the mountains and rivers, among the bustling temple fairs...

I went shopping until five o'clock in the afternoon and the family went back to make the New Year's Eve dinner.

It was not much darker. On New Year's Eve, the family was eating the New Year's Eve dinner. The sound of "crackling" firecrackers sounded in the streets and alleys in the distance, and colorful fireworks rose from time to time in the sky.

The night sky is like a huge TV screen, and it is playing a wonderful program of celebrating the New Year in Wanjia.

The lights are brightly celebrating the festival, and the New Year is welcomed with laughter and joy.

"The atmosphere of New Year is stronger than before." Guan Tongtong was very happy, but unfortunately she lacked her sister and her mother.

This is something that you have to lose when you grow up, but you will also get new things.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, the whole family sat in the living room and waited for the Spring Festival Gala to be broadcast.

Chen’s father and Chen’s mother were not very interested in watching the Spring Festival Gala, but when they heard that there were Boyu entertainment programs and Wang Yin sang songs given by Chen Zi'ang, the two old men became interested.

Although Dad Chen didn't say it, he was still looking forward to it.

Needless to say, Shi Jia has long said that this year's Spring Festival Gala must watch Boyu Entertainment's programs. She has heard that there is a sketch program written by her son.

In the past few days, in addition to the arena topics between Tianshui Film and Television and Boyu Film and Television, there are also many topics about the Spring Festival Gala.

When we heard that Chen Zi'ang also wrote sketch scripts for artists from Boyu Entertainment, everyone was speechless.

What's even more speechless is that he actually passed the review and finally entered the Spring Festival Gala program.

"I don't know what this sketch is about when it comes to the name of it."

"Yes, I guessed what the content was before the program list came out. As a result, the program list came out and I saw the name of the sketch, I still couldn't guess what the content was."

"Haha, the confidentiality of the Spring Festival Gala is the strongest in the country."

"Well, it doesn't want the program to be leaked, so it won't be leaked. No one dares to offend the Spring Festival Gala program team."

"Huh? I know only Li Qiuting, who is the other two?"
To be continued...