Hey hey hey

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"Pah...pah!" Zhang Junping couldn't help but applaud.

Qiu Wenling's singing is really good. Even though I'm not familiar with it the first time, it still sounds good.

Qiu Wenling's breath is very full, and her voice is crisp and bright, no worse than Sister Song's singing.

As for why Qiu Wenling is not famous despite being beautiful, having a good voice, and singing skills.

This is normal. Not all people who can sing well, have a good voice, and are beautiful will definitely become famous.

Being famous requires a lot of opportunities and a lot of dedication.

"Brother-in-law, this song is so good, I like it!" Qiu Wenling held the lyrics and hugged Zhang Junping's arm excitedly and shouted.

"As long as you like it!" Zhang Junping smiled awkwardly.

Girls in this era are still very pure. They are just like this because they are too excited and regard Zhang Junping as a relative.

But he didn't notice the sly smile flashing in Qiu Wenling's eyes.

"Um, hey hey hey, you can be more straightforward." Zhang Junping said to Qiu Wenling without daring to move.

"I'll try!"

Zhang Junping breathed a long sigh of relief, and his sister-in-law finally let him go.

Turning around, he saw Qiu Wenyan looking at him with a half-smile.

Looking at my brother-in-law again, he was looking at him with admiration.

"Here! Study hard. If you don't understand anything, you can ask your brother-in-law." Zhang Junping returned the pen to his brother-in-law.

"Is my brother-in-law a college student?" Qiu Wenlong asked curiously.

"No, I graduated from junior high school!" Zhang Junping said with a smile, "But I should have no problem teaching you."

"..." Qiu Wenlong was worried about Qiu Wenyan's face and was too embarrassed to speak his mind.

"You will know later, third brother-in-law, although I have never gone to college, I know a lot of things!

Maybe one day, when I am happy, I can go to university and become a professor." Zhang Junping patted Qiu Wenlong on the shoulder, and then left Qiu Wenyan's boudoir.

He heard Qiu Jianguo and his wife coming outside.

Qiu Jianguo's loud voice could not be blocked by the door.

"Brother, sister-in-law!

Liangliang, come let uncle give you a hug, uncle has delicious food here!" After greeting Zhang Junping and Qiu Jianguo, he waved to Liangliang in Lin Shufen's arms.

It's a pity that the little guy hasn't seen Zhang Junping a few times, so he feels a little acquainted with the situation. He lies in Lin Shufen's arms and secretly looks at Zhang Junping.

"Where's Longlong?" Qiu Jianguo glanced into the living room and asked, not seeing Qiu Wenlong.

At this time, Aunt Lin had left, and Mother Qiu went into the kitchen and started working on dinner.

"It's in the Swallow House."

Just as Zhang Junping finished speaking, Qiu Wenyan, Qiu Wenling, and Qiu Wenlong walked out of the bedroom.

"Brother!" Qiu Wenlong was a little excited when he saw his eldest brother.

"Yes! Yes, he has grown taller and is very strong!" Qiu Jianguo stared at Qiu Wenlong for a while, then reached out and punched Qiu Wenlong twice, and then hugged Qiu Wenlong hard.

After letting go of Qiu Wenlong, he introduced him: "This is your sister-in-law, and this is your nephew Liangliang.

Liangliang, this is your uncle!"

“Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, Liangliang is so big!

Brother, you wrote to me and said that you married your sister-in-law and had a child. It seems like just yesterday." Qiu Wenlong sighed and stretched out his hand to Liangliang, "Liangliang, come and let me hug you!"

Zhang Junping was surprised to see that Liangliang, who had been shy and refused to be hugged just now, actually reached out to Qiu Wenlong to hug him.

"Brother, don't be reluctant to part with the medicinal wine I gave you. I'll give it to you after you drink it.

Hurry up and have another one, and make money with this little guy!" Zhang Junping solemnly patted Qiu Jianguo on the shoulder and said.

Zhang Junping's words shocked everyone.

Lin Shufen blushed and whispered about what happened just now when Liangliang refused to let Zhang Junping hold her.

Suddenly.

There was a burst of laughter in the room.

Time flies so fast, and it’s New Year’s Eve in a blink of an eye.

Only then did Zhang Junping discover that BJ people in this era did not worship their ancestors.

Alas! Poor BJ man.

In fact, it’s not that we don’t want to worship ancestors, it’s just that large-scale ancestor worship is not allowed in this era.

We cannot go to the graves and invite our ancestors back home to celebrate the New Year in such a public manner like in rural areas.

I can only secretly place a memorial tablet at home and place incense sticks for my ancestors secretly.

This also includes Zhang Junping’s family.

Zhang Junping's family is even more pitiful. The graves of his grandparents are all in his hometown. Zhang's father can only secretly take his two brothers to find an intersection on New Year's Eve.

Draw a circle, burn some paper money, and ask the passing gods to pass it over.

"Dad, next year, let's go back to our hometown to visit the graves of our grandparents." Seeing Zhang's father's sad look, Zhang Junping persuaded him softly.

"It's not that easy to go back!

It has been decades since I came out, and I still don’t know what my hometown has become.

I don’t know if the old locust tree at the entrance of the village is still there.

When I was a child, I loved playing in the old locust tree, and I wished I could grow up there one day.

Every night, your grandma would stand at the door and shout to the old locust tree: "Little Sanzi, it's time to go home for dinner." Father Zhang smiled, with tears in his eyes, recalling his childhood days.

"Dad, you want to go home and see if anything is difficult?

Now it's not like before, when you could get a BJ while running.

Now that there are cars and trains, is it not easy to go back?" Zhang Junping comforted his father softly.

"That's right! I'm so confused!

Now that you are older, you don’t need to worry about me anymore!

Let's wait until next year for our whole family to go back and have a look!" Only then did Zhang's father realize that it is not the same as it was a few years ago.

A few years ago, in order to make money to support my family, I had no time to go back to my hometown and no spare money to go back to my hometown.

In the past, I could only write letters to my eldest brother and second sister in my hometown, secretly slip in two dollars and ask them to help buy some paper money for my parents.

Now, the eldest brother has become successful and has become the mainstay of the family. He has time and spare money.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers in his ears, Zhang Junping looked at the dark night sky.

Watching the flickering fire in the distance.

Their family is not the only one who chooses to come out late at night on New Year's Eve to burn paper for their ancestors.

Everyone understands each other tacitly, even if they are facing each other, they will not say hello to each other.

And silently choose a place to burn paper money for parents or ancestors far away in their hometown.

Worshiping ancestors is not a superstition, but a traditional custom and cultural inheritance.

When the paper in the circle was almost burned, a whirlwind suddenly blew up.

Roll up the paper ash in the circle, roll it up to the sky, and let it fall to the distance.

Father Zhang was very happy, "Your grandparents have received the money."

"Dad, let's go home!" Zhang Junping couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he just said softly: "It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to go home and set off the whip."

On New Year's Eve, it is also a traditional custom to set off firecrackers at twelve o'clock in the morning to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

As soon as I got home, there was a burst of firecrackers outside. It was twelve o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Junan ran into the house, took out the prepared firecrackers, and picked them up with a wooden stick.

"Brother, can you choose me to order some?" Zhang Junan begged.

"Okay! Take your order!" Zhang Junping agreed with a smile.

"Thank you, brother!" Zhang Junan was as happy as a child.

Zhang Junping can understand Zhang Junan's mood very well. After all, he has been a BJ for more than ten years and has never heard the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.

When I was very young, I had no money in my pocket, so I could only watch people setting off firecrackers and be slanderous.

Later, when I got older, I could earn cents, and occasionally I would have a few cents in my pocket, but the country prohibited the setting off of fireworks.
To be continued...