The year is getting closer and closer, the mobile phone does not dare to leave the hand, always hoping that someone will call me to call me home for the New Year.
From morning to night, although there are a few phone calls, most of them at work, phone calls from home, no movement, no sound...
As the New Year drew nearer, I lay in bed, holding my phone, tears flowing quietly and indisputably... The person who was waiting for me to go home at the mouth of the hutong has gone, the person who counted the days at home and told me to go home is gone, my lively courtyard full of brothers and sisters, this year, according to the customs of my hometown, I can't hang lanterns, I can't paste the Spring Festival, I can't participate in the New Year's celebrations in the neighborhood, my father has been gone for less than three years, I am a girl, I can't take my aunt to see the Sacrifice of the Year, I only have not to go home for the New Year.
On the days of going home for the New Year, I called me how not to go home for the New Year.
When we first got married, the two of us quarreled endlessly over whose house we would go to for the New Year, and neither of us would budge. At that time, the salary was small, and the purchase of New Year goods had to be calculated, I bought it for my father-in-law, he bought it for his mother-in-law's family, that is, it looked good, and I had to make the old people on both sides happy and assured. Buy more and buy less, he doesn't care, and I can't go too far. It is very reluctant to go to the father-in-law's house for the New Year, go, see the old man happy, the family is lively and lively to make dumplings, the heart is very steadfast and comfortable and happy.
After my father-in-law died, every New Year's Pass, he would silently shut himself in his room one day, and I now realize that he was homesick.
The parents' home is always the child's home, but the child's home cannot fit the parents' bed. This year, I carefully packed the guest rooms, my parents are gone, and this can only be used as a guest room. Although the child is married and has her own home, her room has been replaced by a large bed, and her small family can freely take root and grow here, and in order to let them come back more, the children's bed is ready.
"Mom, I'm going home this year for the New Year. Your son has written you a good spring league and blessed! ”
"Okay, we'll wait."
My wife is fully dressed and ready to go out to buy New Year goods.
Go home for the New Year, new waiting, new hope. The inheritance of the family.
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