The fog outside is very heavy, and the rain is hidden in the fog. The New Year's greetings are hidden in the rain and fog. The smoke of firecrackers adds to the New Year's fog. You can smell bursts of gunpowder in your nose. Candles and burning candles line both sides of the old streets. The dim light of the paper money burning fire extended to the end of the road and disappeared into the fog. There was another sound of firecrackers that seemed to never stop. Pushing away the smoke, a fiery snake danced faintly in the middle of the road. After the thunderbolt spit out all the sparks, it turned into a firecracker. Part of this fog, when the loud sound of firecrackers fell silent, the sound of a man smiling and saying Happy New Year to the surrounding neighbors rang out in the smoke.
The road was wet, and broken firecracker red paper was everywhere, making it even more messy. There were red new couplets posted in front of every door. The fog was heavy and it was hard to see what was written specifically. I only knew the entire line. The street was red and reflected light in the fog.
Their family does not worship gods and Buddhas, nor hold incense and candles, but they also put up new couplets. In previous years, Wang Xilou put up the couplets. Since Dafeng Wuli was taller than her, this work has been handed over by the master to his apprentice.
The couplet says: good luck, good fortune, good luck, prosperous family, prosperous people, prosperous career.
Feng Wuli went to the balcony to collect clothes.
Occasionally, I can see people walking on the road. They see the person on the balcony and say hello to him.
If you listen carefully, you can hear occasional soft crackling sounds from far away. It should be some kid blasting firecrackers, or picking up unburned firecrackers and blowing them up.
Red envelopes are not limited to Feng Wuliyou. Wang Xilou, who considers himself the head of the family, has given red envelopes to everyone in the family.
Po Nu accepted it happily, thinking that it would be enough to buy a few skins. He opened the red envelope and took a peek: "How much does it cost?"
Wang Xilou patted her hand and said, "How could you dismantle it in person?"
She shrank her hands angrily, glanced at the red envelope she was going to give to Chifugi, and reached out to take it: "Chifugi is still young, I'll keep it for her."
"..."
After Feng Wuli collected the clothes and entered the living room, he saw Chi Fu holding a feather duster and silently beating the barefooted Po slave, asking her to return something.
On the side, Wang Xilou was handing out red envelopes to Wanwan. After that, he rubbed Wanwan's head. When Feng Wuli came out after putting away his clothes, he grinned at him.
Very few people go to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the lunar new year, but there are quite a few who drop by. Walking out to the old street, if you see them in twos and threes, they will chat and say hello. It is very natural.
Feng Wuli checked that the time was almost up and led Chifu and Wanwan out.
Chifu just came back from a street trip, and she should have been reluctant, but it was rare that Feng Wuli asked her to go out for a walk, so she pretended to be reluctant.
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Po Nu wanted to catch up on dramas at home, so he borrowed Chifu's cell phone and said that the seventh season of "Game of Thrones" was on.
Feng Wuli was very surprised by this, because what she chased was completely different from what Wang Xilou liked to watch. Wang Xilou liked to watch the most like "The Three Daughters of the Xia Family" and "The Temptation of Going Home", and he watched them over and over again. .
Wang Xilou was also preparing to go out, but she was going to play mahjong. Looking at the three people who were about to go out, she suddenly became alert: "Where are you going?"
Feng Wuli pursed his lips, unwilling to lie: "Go and make money."
"What makes money?" Wang Xilou looked unbelieving and said, "Don't get into the bad habit of playing mahjong. I'm telling you."
….
This time, he didn't bother to care. He rolled his eyes at her and told Wanwan to hurry up.
"Wanwan is here!" She hung the kettle at an angle and ran over happily with her short legs moving very fast.
There are tricks to earning red envelopes. After all, he is no longer young. There is a high probability that he will not give red envelopes to uncles and aunts he meets on the road. But if he brings Chifu and Wanwan, who are obviously still children, he will I can catch their light.
Moreover, Wanwan is so cute and has a sweet mouth. Everyone who sees her wants to stuff a red envelope. Since she gave her one, Feng Wuli standing next to her couldn't help but give it to her.
He took the fireworks from the yard, some flying monkeys, firecrackers, etc., and went out with Wanwan and Chifu to set them off.
It's foggy today, and I can't see anyone ten meters away. I set off small firecrackers as I walked, and the sound of the cannons in the fog got louder and louder from the incense and candle shop.
It's fate to meet anyone from far away.
Feng Wuli likes to scare Wanwan with wiping cannons, and the little fox will come over to play with him even if he is angry.
Someone greeted Feng Wuli, and Feng Wuli also said Happy New Year.
He is a middle-aged uncle, and his family lives in Rongshutou, Old Street. When he was a child, he liked to bully Feng Wuli, saying that he had no parents. He would make him cry until he cried. Later, Wang Xilou came to his door and scolded him like a shrew, which made him unhappy. , now that he has grown up, Feng Wuli has long since turned the page on the past.
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year..." Wanwan looked up at Feng Wuli.
"Uncle Jiang." He reminded in a low voice.
"Happy New Year, Uncle Jiang!" Wanwan's big tail was wagging behind her, and her ears were fluttering.
Sure enough, each person got a red envelope.
Chifu was ashamed to be associated with him.
But she is poor.
"Wanwan, do you want to put one in?" Feng Wuli gave her some cannon-wiping incense.
"Wanwan is afraid."
"Try it."
Wanwan held the incense in one hand and the gun-wiping gun in the other. After thinking about it, she was still a little scared, so she put the gun-wiping gun on the ground and stood up. She squatted far away with her little butt raised, and stretched out with one eye closed. Go to the arm.
As soon as it was lit, the cannon exploded with sparks. Wanwan was so frightened that she threw away the incense in her hand and transformed into a fox crawling up Feng Wuli's trousers.
Fortunately it was foggy and no one saw me.
"Snapped--!
"There was only a clear and crisp sound in the fog.
Sometimes we would encounter groups of children, and through the mist we could only hear the chattering, and we could only see their figures clearly when we got closer. Feng Wuli didn't know them very well, but Wanwan was already very familiar with them.
There were also people of Feng Wuli's generation, and he felt nostalgic when he saw them.
It's just that she doesn't talk much anymore. Wanwan is not as eager as she was when she saw her friends, and her gentle and calm tone is alienated.
"My mother asked me to climb Yuelu Mountain. Let's not talk about it. Next time, we will have a barbecue. Let's grill it at Rongshutou."
"Call Xiaoxiao and them."
"Yes, there are Liangshan and Azhen. By the way, where is Azhen?"
"I moved to a new house." Many people in the old street have moved to demolished houses, and the decline is visible to the naked eye.
Two middle-aged people came out of their room, including a younger sister who had just entered the first grade of junior high school, and several children from their uncle's side, whom Feng Wulijian had never seen before.
It looks like a big family is going to climb Yuelu Mountain.
"Hey, where's the little wind? It's so strong!"
"Aunt Zhang..." Feng Wuli winked at Wanwan.
….
Got three more red envelopes.
Chifu's inner shame deepened, and he silently hypnotized himself, I am twelve years old, I am twelve years old...
The three of them watched the family disappear into the fog, and Feng Wuli quietly threw another firecracker at Wanwan's feet.
"Snapped--"
"Lord Feng Wuli! Wanwan might not like you!"
Chifu also gave him a look: "Don't always bully Wanwan."
Feng Wuli felt that angry Wanwan was more fun.
The houses on the old streets become older as you go further in.
There are also many tile houses and red brick houses. Some of the flagstones are covered with moss. Some alleys are so narrow that only two people can walk side by side. Electric wires are a mess. The words on the dusted white walls are 'Meticulous, every second counts. Eight red characters with a sense of the times.
The street lamps were stained with the remains of moths, the cobwebs under the stone benches were stained with dew, and occasionally a wild dog approached and disappeared in the fog.
There is also a lobby converted from an old ancestral hall in front, which is used for meetings of the Old Street Neighborhood Committee. There is a copper bell in front of the ancestral hall. When it is struck, it can be heard for miles around. When you hear the bell ringing, you know that there is a meeting tonight. .
There was money to be paid for attending the meeting, five yuan per person. When Feng Wuli was five or six years old, Wang Xilou would rush here almost as soon as he heard the bell ringing. Because he was paid per head, he always rushed there. He would be unreasonable and sit on a long bench listening to the speeches of those cadres.
Wang Xilou is from
She didn’t express her opinions when she came. She just crossed her legs, eating melon seeds, and drinking coarse tea with a weak taste. She would feed Feng Wuli one after she took one. Sometimes the meeting would last until nine o’clock, and Feng Wuli was so sleepy. He fell asleep in Wang Xilou's arms.
After being carried back and being carried back, Feng Wuli woke up and asked sleepily: "Is the meeting over?"
"Just finished."
"Did you get the money?"
"Master will take you to drink milk tea tomorrow!"
No wonder he stayed in the meeting even though he was terribly sleepy.
I heard that the price of the meeting later increased to ten yuan, but Wang Xilou would not come again when the bell was ringing, because she was in poor health and needed more rest.
This is probably all the memories of this old ancestral hall given to Feng Wuli. Now the ancestral hall is shrouded in fog and cannot be seen clearly, but it feels more like what it looks like in the memory.
After passing the ancestral hall, it becomes a little more lively, because if you pass through here, there is an old street behind it that is a little younger than the old street.
You can also buy milk tea here for less than five yuan. Feng Wuli bought a cup for Wanwan and Chifu and drank it while walking.
Walking on a ten-meter-long concrete bridge, Feng Wuli used a firecracker to blow up the small swell of several meters wide. When the water splashed, it was Wanwan who screamed in surprise, instead of the weird screams of a group of little ghosts when he was a child. He couldn't help but sigh. , took a few photos and sent them to Liu Xiaoxiao.
There is a flower market outside the old street market. As it approaches ten o'clock, there are not as many people as there were in the morning. However, after the fog comes, it does not become less crowded because there are more non-human beings wandering into the crowd.
"There are a lot of monsters." Chifugi frowned and walked closer.
"Well, don't be nervous." Feng Wuli took her hand and comforted her: "Most of them are harmless in the city."
Chifu's hands stiffened, not used to being held, but he didn't struggle away.
"Is there something wrong with this fog?"
"No problem, it's just ordinary mist."
….
Some monsters are not good at transforming, but when faced with human celebrations, they inevitably want to join in the fun. The visibility in the fog is low, and they can hide among the crowds. If you see my foxtail antlers, don’t panic. However, it’s quiet in the mountains. Looking for the sound of fireworks and people, come A trip to the human world.
Cheers came from the street, and there was a burst of lion dance with gongs and drums. A striking white lion showed off its power amidst the gongs and drums, followed by a group of big-headed dolls, dolls and animals in strange and exaggerated appearances. The gongs and drums were so loud that no one was beating on them. People didn't think much about the gongs and drums, they just thought the fog was too thick.
Because she killed the little fox all the way, Feng Wuli bought a bunch of candied haws to compensate her.
"Do you want Chifu, too?"
"Something to coax children." She sneered, as if she didn't realize that her hand was still being held by Feng Wuli.
"Okay, let's have two skewers, one for Wanwan and I."
Chifu: "..."
Feng Wuli ate one and suddenly remembered something. He handed it to Chifu and said, "I forgot I just had breakfast. I can't eat any more."
She was stunned for a moment, but she still said in a cold voice: "The things you have eaten are..."
"If you don't eat it, it will just be wasted."
"A waste...it's a waste, it's a waste!"
"Three dollars a piece."
Finally it reached Chifugi's hand, and she bit off one, which tasted sour and sweet, and she exclaimed, "This is all money."
"Lord Feng Wuli..."
Wanwan tugged at the corner of his clothes, raised her head and explained, "Wanwan is actually not really angry with Mr. Feng Wuli, she is just pretending to be angry."
"I know, Wanwan is the most well-behaved. If she wasn't angry with me, I would treat Wanwan to some candied haws."
Wanwan happily ate the candied haws.
At this time, a woman walked out of the mist, coming in style, holding a round fan to cover the lower half of her face, and her bun stood up high like rabbit ears.
"Lord Feng Wuli." She bowed slightly in greeting.
It's a monster I know.
"When will you go back?" Feng Wuli asked with a smile.
She glanced at the little monster and Chifu who were following Feng Wuli and eating candied haws: "We will leave as soon as the fog clears."
"Want to play with fireworks? I still have some here."
"Thank you, Lord Feng Wuli."
"You don't have to be so polite to me."
"We little goblins and monsters can live safely in this area because of Master Feng Wuli."
"Alas." Feng Wuli sighed with a smile and said, "Happy New Year."
The female monster smiled lightly and bowed again: "I hope it will last forever and the weather will be new every year."
Feng Wuli's English was poor and he didn't understand what he meant, so he could only smile and nod.
This monster is quite cultured.
The mountains are full of pine nuts
