For several minutes this upset washed over his nerves like a tide on a beach.

While he was upset, he also felt heartbroken.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he calmed down. For a moment, he didn't know where this emotion came from.

He felt that he had lived a very peaceful life this year. Not only was his heart peaceful, but it seemed as if everything was peaceful.

He even thought that he had reached a state of returning to nature. If his heart was so calm, why did he have such a feeling?

He can confirm that this is not a physical reason, there is nothing wrong with his body and he is very healthy.

So where does this chaotic emotion come from?

After being puzzled for a long time, Wan Feng and Luan Feng went to their grandfather's room to wish the elders a happy new year one by one. After giving each person a red envelope of 188 yuan, Wan Feng returned to his own home, went to Luan Feng's parents' room to wish them a happy new year and give out red envelopes, then returned to his own room and lay on the kang, thinking about random things.

"Don't sleep, stay up all night! Give me a red envelope."

Luan Feng came close to Wan Feng with a playful smile.

"Are you short of money?"

“No shortage.”

"Then why do you want a red envelope? You're not a child."

"Didn't you send that? It has a different meaning."

Wan Feng first touched the right pocket of his ski jacket, thought it was not the right one, reached into his clothes, took out a bulging red envelope from the upper left pocket and threw it to Luan Feng.

Like other children, Luan Feng lay on the kang and used her fingers to open the opening of the red envelope and took a look inside.

"It's so little. Last year you gave out 888, but this year it's 700 less."

Last year, Luan Feng’s red envelope was special, but this year it was one hundred and eighty-eight, the same as those given by the elders.

It's just a meaning.

Wan Feng didn't say anything. Ten minutes later, when Luan Feng came back from her parents' room, she found that Wan Feng had fallen asleep.

Without Wan Feng's company, Luan Feng's New Year's Eve celebration was just empty talk. Before two o'clock, she was yawning and fell asleep with her head resting on Wan Feng's belly.

For those who don't gamble, there seems to be nothing to do during the Chinese New Year except visiting friends and chatting.

On the morning of the first day of the New Year, Wan Feng visited some families he thought were worth visiting to wish them a happy new year. He first went to his uncle's house to wish them a happy new year, and gave each of his cousins ​​a red envelope of 66 yuan. Then he went to Liang Wan's house.

Liang Wan's two sisters-in-law had already married, and his family was no longer as popular as before. Liang Wan and his wife, his father and son were gathered on the kang watching TV.

Wan Feng gave Liang Wan's old father a red envelope of 66 yuan.

Then he went to Liang Hua's room and gave red envelopes to the two fake sisters-in-law who still called him brother-in-law.

"You still call me brother-in-law. If your real brother-in-law hears you, he will beat you."

Liang Hua's two younger sisters are twelve and fourteen respectively. They are no longer at the age where they can be happy with just one dollar.

"Brother-in-law, you are too stingy. It's only eight dollars."

It seems too little if it’s less than 8.8 yuan.

"Because I'm not your real brother-in-law, eight dollars and eighty cents is not a small amount."

Liang Hua is also engaged. Her boyfriend is a young man from the Li family in the same village. She will go to their house to celebrate the New Year on the fourth day of the New Year. Therefore, she looks affectionate, and she is probably in the same complicated state of mind as a child who wants to set off firecrackers but is also afraid of it.

"Is this your first time to celebrate Chinese New Year at someone else's house? Oh! When you come back, you've become a sister-in-law from a virgin."

Liang Hua blushed when he heard this: "How come you changed your tone so much?"

"What do you mean by 'changed'? This is the truth. Is it wrong to tell the truth? If you have the ability, don't let that little scoundrel touch you."

Liang Hua's boyfriend's nickname is Li Laizi. He got this name because he had scabies on his face when he was a child. Later, the scabies disappeared but the nickname remained. He has been called that until today and he may still be called old.

"Just leave now. You never say a single nice thing."

You're kicking me out during Chinese New Year? I'm your superior.

Liang Hua has been considered an old hand in the garment factory over the years. He is now the team leader of a team of 20 machines and is in charge of more than 20 people.

"Liang Hua, I'm telling you seriously, it's extremely painful for a woman to do that for the first time. It's almost excruciating pain, really! Whether you can turn hardship into happiness depends on your beggar's skills. If his skills are not good enough, then your hard times are coming, hehe."

Since you chased me away on New Year's Day, of course I have to create some psychological barriers for you.

After leaving Liang Wan's house, Wan Feng walked towards Zhang Hai's house.

A group of children who were setting off firecrackers on the village main road saw Wan Feng and rushed over to wish him a happy new year.

For children aged eight or nine to thirteen or fourteen in Wahou, Wan Feng is like the God of Wealth during the Chinese New Year. As long as they ask him a Happy New Year, red envelopes will fall from the sky.

This has been the case for several years in a row.

This year was no exception. After receiving a large number of Happy New Year wishes in various tones, Wan Feng happily took out a handful of red envelopes from his right pocket and gave one to everyone.

He had red envelopes in every pocket of his body, probably dozens of them. Of course, the face value of the red envelopes in each pocket was different.

The red envelope in the right pocket has the smallest denomination, containing five yuan.

The red envelopes of these denominations are enough to send these children away.

Anyone who sees it, regardless of gender, who is under fifteen years old, will have a share.

A group of children dispersed happily, each holding a red envelope in their hands.

After sending the child away, Wan Feng also came to Zhang Hai's house.

There are a lot of people who flatter and fawn on others these days. As the brigade secretary, Zhang Hai's family naturally has no shortage of such people. Wan Feng saw several team leaders, accountants and the like in Zhang Hai's family.

Including his uncle Zhu Ping.

Therefore, Wan Feng did not stay here for long. He did not intend to join their discussion about Jiang Wei's future. He left after giving red envelopes to Zhang Hai's two children.

When he came out of Zhanghai, he saw Luan Feng, who was wearing red, going to her relatives' house to pay New Year's greetings. Without saying anything, he pulled Wan Feng to go with her.

After paying respects to Luan Feng's aunts and uncles and Wan Feng's aunt, it was already noon.

After lunch, Luan Feng was taken away by the sisters in the village and no one knew where she was going. It was estimated that she would not come back until dark.

Out of boredom, Wan Feng jumped over the ditch in front of the door and reached the cement road leading to Cuitun.

Wan Feng was the only one on this usually busy road, walking aimlessly towards Cuitun.

For some reason, as I walked, the feeling of being upset from last night came back to me.

When he walked to the small hill between Cuitun and the depression, this feeling suddenly became stronger.

Wan Feng clearly felt them washing over and cutting his nerves like tides and blades, which was uncomfortable but not painful.

This was a very contradictory feeling, so contradictory that it gave him the illusion that his soul was ascending.

He seemed to feel his soul slowly rising up and floating in the air, looking down.

On the snow-covered ground all around, he saw another version of himself standing blankly on the cement road, his eyes vague and his figure desolate and lonely...