63 Reset Lights | Celebrating Your Birthday
On the other hand, Jiang Yu saw that the weather forecast during this year's Spring Festival period had a blizzard warning.
Outside the window, leaden clouds were hanging low, almost pressing down on the top of the flower field, and the air was filled with an impenetrable coldness.
Jiang Yu ran along the ridge of the field to find Jiang Sanlu.
In the distance, Jiang Sanlu was wearing an old navy blue cotton jacket, a cloth rope around his waist, and holding a shiny shovel in his hand. He waved at him from a distance and told him to go back.
Jiang Yu, however, stepped directly into the soft furrow and said, "There's a blizzard coming. I'll help you finish the work."
Jiang Sanlu stuck the shovel into the ground and immediately refused: "Can your gun-wielding hands do this?"
"What's wrong with your shooting hand?" Jiang Yu disdained such care. "Shooting is like digging a ditch. It requires accuracy."
Jiang Sanlu glanced at the unhealed bullet hole in his shoulder and lowered his voice: "The bullet hole in your shoulder hasn't healed yet, don't show up in front of me."
"It's okay." Jiang Yu raised his hand and made a standard bolt-pulling motion.
The wind swept through the flower field, blowing up the fallen leaves and also blowing away the seriousness on the old father's face.
Jiang Sanlu didn't care. He stood in front of him, preventing him from going to the fields, and said, "If you really want to go out, bring your girlfriend along."
Hearing this, Jiang Yu behaved well.
He hugged his arms across his chest and leaned his back against the old sycamore tree in the field.
My father's hunched back was coated with a layer of silver by the winter sun, like the butt of an old and sturdy gun, firmly supporting all his hidden tenderness.
The frosty wind blew up the fallen leaves, and he looked up at the flower fields that were divided into a checkerboard pattern by plastic greenhouses.
"Dad, can we grow hyacinths on this land?"
Jiang Sanlu dug his shovel into the soil. "Hyacinth?" He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Sure, just control the temperature and light in the greenhouse."
Jiang Yu said, "I think you can explore some new areas."
"But that thing is delicate, not as tough as a rose. You guys are always acting on your whims, right?"
Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and stroked the rough bark of the sycamore tree with his fingertips: "You will definitely agree to plant it."
"How do you say that?"
"My girlfriend likes it."
The old father was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and shouldered the shovel. "Okay! I'll go order bulbs tomorrow. No matter how heavy the snow is, I'll put up the shed for you. Plant a patch, and next spring she'll be the first to see it."
Jiang Yu naturally wouldn't let Jiang Sanlu plant this area alone.
The next morning, even though it was New Year's Eve, he took advantage of the morning light and "stole" a shovel while Jiang Sanlu was not at home, and turned over the empty space in the corner of the shed to make it soft.
After finishing his work, he brushed the dirt off his hands, rode his bike to Aunt Zhang's house, and picked up the bulbs under the pretext of paying New Year's greetings.
He stood among the bulbs in various stages of growth, leaned against the wall, took out his cell phone, took pictures, and wanted to show them to Lin Weifeng.
However, Lin Weifeng's message was sent first and lay quietly at the top.
This is a selfie with New Year's makeup.
Jiang Yu enlarged the photo, then reduced it, and then enlarged it again, looking at it over and over again several times.
A smile gradually spread to the corners of his eyes. He forgot about the photo he was going to send out and also forgot that the bulbs in his hand had not yet been put into the basket.
This New Year's Eve, the whole building of Lin Weifeng's house was very lively because Sun Zhengxiao was coming to celebrate the New Year.
The door of Lin Weifeng's house was knocked on by the young couple from time to time, but fortunately it was not closed.
Lin Haidong didn't tell Song Yougao about going to Jiang Yu's house. Song Yougao stood by the door and asked in confusion, "What do you mean, Old Lin? We used to celebrate together, so what's going on this year?"
Lin Haidong evaded the question: "Hey, Song Ze is married now, wouldn't it be nice for your family of four to enjoy the happiness together?"
"Are you kidding? You and Xiuxiu attended the party on behalf of Xiaoxiao's parents. It was so fun without you guys."
At that time, Lin Weifeng was sitting on the windowsill making hyacinth crafts.
The scissors fell, and the paper scraps flew.
After a while, a handful of three-dimensional hyacinths bloomed in the palm of my hand.
She ran to the living room and said, "Mom, please help me embroider some gold thread!"
As soon as Song Yougao saw Lin Weifeng, his eyes instantly lit up like two searchlights. He pushed Lin Haidong aside and rushed into the house with big strides.
"Breeze, you're the most reasonable! Tell me, do you want to spend the New Year together?"
Lin Weifeng was stunned by his sudden "representative of the people" posture and could only practice Tai Chi with "hmm" and "ah".
Before he finished speaking, Sun Zhengxiao and Song Ze, the "god assists", had already rushed upstairs. One of them carried two plates of dishes, and the other carried a casserole. They hurriedly moved all the "war reserves" in the kitchen downstairs.
Nothing said.
In this way, the two families will have New Year’s Eve dinner together.
When the Lin family arrived at Song Ze's house, the two dining tables had been put together in a row.
The red tablecloth was spread out and the food was steaming hot.
At the dinner table, Song You held up the bottle of white wine and circled around Lin Haidong, his lips almost sparking, but he failed to persuade him to take a sip.
Song Ze felt something was wrong, so he asked Lin Weifeng in a low voice and finally got the news that the Lin family "had travel plans tonight."
He immediately jumped up at the table, his voice drowning out the sound of the spoon hitting the bowl: "Dad, stop trying to persuade us, they have an event tonight and they didn't tell us!"
Lin Weifeng held his forehead: "..."
Song Yougao had already drunk some and was half drunk. He blushed and said, "Lao Lin, that's so mean! You always took us on trips before, and now you want to go solo this year? You're ostracizing our family!"
"What do you mean by exclusion?" Lin Haidong was squeezed to the point of being forced to reveal his true colors. "Old Song, I won't hide it from you. We plan to go see our future son-in-law tonight."
The whole table burst into sounds of "Wow" and "Oh" at the same time.
Song Ze laughed a few times, stood up and grabbed a bottle of Coke.
He opened the bottle and refilled Lin Weifeng's glass, then poured himself a glass and said, "I'm not drinking tonight! I'm not drinking! I'm going to be the driver tonight!"
Lin Weifeng turned his head sideways: "No?"
Obviously, Song Ze is going too.
Sun Zhengxiao put down her chopsticks, raised her right hand and said, "I don't drink either. We can take turns driving on the way!"
Lin Weifeng, Lin Haidong, Gu Chengxiu: "..."
It's both funny and sad.
At this point, Song Yougao's raised glass turned in mid-air, and he filled it up himself sullenly, muttering, "Alright, I'll drink it myself. Lao Lin, you owe me this meal first. I'll make up for it with two cups next time."
In comparison, Jiang Yu's house was much quieter, with only Jiang Sanlu, Jiang Meiyi and him, the three regular members, having dinner together.
However, fewer people does not mean fewer dishes, the table is filled to the brim.
Jiang Meiyi had prepared smoked fish, eight-treasure dish, fried glutinous rice meatballs, lamb and other "New Year's trump cards" early in the morning according to custom. On the same day, Jiang Sanlu heated oil in a wok and fried many fresh vegetables.
The three of them ate very well, but since few people talked, they ate faster.
Jiang Meiyi occasionally picked up a piece of fish maw with chopsticks and gave it to Jiang Yu, and Jiang Sanlu raised his glass and said, "Next year will be better." Their words were short and similar every year, but they were also warm enough.
Fortunately, Jiangguan Village holds a rural Spring Festival Gala every year with a rich variety of activities. The two adults are celebrities in the village and have things to do, so they left after eating.
Jiang Yu washed the dishes and put the things for tomorrow's New Year's greetings in a conspicuous place. He also planned to go to the Spring Festival Gala venue.
The night wind carried the smell of firewood. He put his hands in his pockets and walked out on the gravel road, like a boy chasing the wind.
Suddenly, his footsteps were stopped by the ringing of his cell phone.
The screen lit up, and it was Lin Weifeng's video invitation.
He pressed answer.
The camera first passed by her eyebrows, then revealed her face, which was slightly red from something.
Lin Weifeng was sitting in the middle of the back seat of the car, with Gu Chengxiu and Sun Zhengxiao sitting on his left and right. Song Ze was steering the wheel in the front seat, and Lin Haidong was sitting in the passenger seat, looking sideways at the street lights passing by outside the window.
She deliberately pointed the camera at herself, the background was completely black, with only her sparkling eyes visible.
"Jiang Yu," she smiled with dimples, "what are you doing?"
Jiang Yu raised his phone to eye level and let the camera scan the front - the dark country road and the brightly lit performance venue in the distance.
"I'm on my way."
Lin Weifeng exclaimed in surprise: "You're going out?! Didn't you say you were going to spend the New Year at home?"
"Why are you so excited?" Jiang Yu laughed. "On a country road, watching the village party."
"oh oh."
Jiang Yu heard someone talking on the other side:
Ask him what time the show starts.
Where is the performance? Is it far? Let him stay at home.
…
"Where are you?" Jiang Yu tilted his ear slightly, being quite alert.
"Oh, I'm on my way too, going to watch the fireworks with my parents."
Jiang Yu smiled: "Okay."
Lin Weifeng’s internet connection was not good, and her image was stuck on Jiang Yu’s screen.
Jiang Yu was about to say something else when the signal suddenly cut off and the screen froze on her last frame of smile.
Jiang Yu held the phone and smiled with a hint of confusion.
He called back as he walked towards the Spring Festival Gala venue.
However, only intermittent ringing sounds came from the receiver.
Lin Weifeng’s signal might have been too bad, so he couldn’t answer the call.
After turning the last corner, the lights of the Spring Festival Gala came into view.
He didn't go any further, but stopped under the old locust tree and waited.
About half a minute later, the screen lit up again.
Lin Weifeng's video call came back, and Jiang Yu pointed his finger.
"Do I have a signal?" Lin Weifeng waved on the screen.
She walked out of the car, her hair blown all over the place by the cold wind.
You can see that she was walking fast and the tip of her nose was red from the cold.
Jiang Yu smiled helplessly: "Going to Jiangxian River to watch the fireworks, is the signal tower so unromantic?"
He looked carefully at the background that occasionally passed through the camera. The lights were dim and there were no people.
Her hands were empty, not the cup of milk tea she usually held.
At this moment, a cluster of silver-white peonies exploded behind the screen with a "bang".
Almost at the same time, a cannon shot was heard next to Jiang Yu's ears.
The fireworks lit by the deputy village chief rose into the sky, and the same petal shape bloomed above his head.
Two fireworks, one far and one near, illuminated the eyes of both of them with a bright light.
This brilliance, separated by the lens and the night sky, seems to be ignited by the same fuse.
Jiang Yu suddenly stood up straight, lowered his phone to his chest, and looked across the bustling venue to the other side of the road.
Sure enough, she came.
Lin Weifeng was like a star popping out from the darkness.
Almost at the same time, Lin Weifeng's gaze passed over the center of the stage and stopped on the old locust tree decorated with colorful lights.
She stood on tiptoe, and instead of borrowing a phone, she cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, "Jiang Yu! I'm here to celebrate your birthday with you!"
The clear sound cut through the night.
In the square, everyone was silent, waiting for the next firework to rise into the sky.
Instead of waiting for the sound of cannons, I waited for an "indirect confession" louder than fireworks.
Jiang Yu's heart suddenly exploded, and smile and surprise welled up in the corners of his eyes at the same time.
He broke into a run, his figure drawing a straight line in the sea of lights, crossing the fence and passing through the crowd, as if he was going to an appointment that had already been written.
At that moment, the second firework exploded into the sky in the distance.
A waterfall of light like broken gold poured down, shattering the resistance brought by the cold wind.
"Jiang Yu! Happy birthday!"
With another shout from Lin Weifeng, they met in the light of Leng Yan.
There was no hesitation, no words, only the sudden tightening of the fingers intertwined.
The New Year, just like this, face to face, falls into each other's eyes.
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