On February 10th, Chinese students in Genoa came to a restaurant they booked and began to decorate the venue.

Xiao Yingying was holding a DVD, recording everyone's work.

In the camera, Ma Huanyang is placing a ladder with another boy and wrapping the red flower around the chandelier in the middle.

"Thank you, Mr. Ma, for helping us book this restaurant!" Xiao Yingying said while taking pictures.

Ma Huanyang, standing on the ladder, waved his fists at the dv camera: "Don't call me Mr. Ma!"

Xiao Yingying made a face, ran away with a smile, and went to record the others again.

Brother Glasses and other boys were carrying the bags of flour they bought into the restaurant one by one. Everyone had some flour on their bodies and faces, which was white.

"Brother Glasses, you are not good at foundation!" Xiao Yingying teased.

Brother Glasses raised his hand and tried to apply flour on Xiao Yingying's face, but she screamed and avoided it.

Feng Shiyao and one of the few girls wet the window grilles and stained them with water, and carefully pasted them on the glass window. The red window grilles immediately gave this exotic restaurant a Chinese style.

"If I had another kang, it would be so like my hometown..." Xiao Yingying said.

Feng Shiyao looked back and saw Xiao Yingying's DV shot and made a gesture: "The hot window flowers, the hot love, the hot teacher Xiao, please criticize more."

Xiao Yingying said: "Sister Feng, put on the big flowery jacket before talking!"

The girls laughed and laughed.

Two boys wearing glasses were arguing at the door. Xiao Yingying curiously stepped forward and found that they were arguing whether the word "Fu" should be posted in front or backwards...

"Of course you should post it upside down! When blessing comes, blessing comes, it means sticking upside down to make it homophonic! "

"The word "Fu" is posted outside the gate. How can you post it upside down? Have you poured the blessing out?"

This was the third boy who joined their argument, pushing his glasses on his nose and said, "I think the character "Fu" should be tilted to the forty-five degrees."

"Why?" The other two boys were very curious.

"The angle of tilting forty-five degrees is neither positive nor upside down, but it is also between straight and upside down. Whether the word "Fu" is exactly the opposite depends on the observer's idea. If the observer thinks it is positive, that is positive, and the observer thinks it is reversed, that is reversed. This is Schrödinger's blessing..."

When the two boys were stunned, Xiao Yingying, who was filming next to her, couldn't bear it: "Why are there so many straight ones? They are sticking out the right ones outside the door, but they are sticking out the right ones inside the door!"

The three of them looked at Xiao Yingying together, and all showed a sudden enlightenment: "Sister Xiao is right! She is sticking out of the door, welcoming blessings, and sticking in the door upside down, blessings are home! It's wonderful!"

Xiao Yingying expressed disdain for them and shook her head and left.

Feng Shiyao had already pasted all the window flowers, so she started fiddling with the speaker. After connecting the laptop to the speaker, she opened the music folder and double-clicked on the file of a song.

Soon, the restaurant was heard in the familiar restaurant. Every year during the Spring Festival, I would listen to the Spring Festival overture countless times on TV.

"Wow!" Everyone who was working couldn't help but stop.

"It feels so much!"

But someone soon murmured: "I miss homesick..."

His words were quickly echoed by others: "This music is foul, I miss home too..."

The winter vacation of Italian universities is usually held after Christmas, about two weeks.

Because the time is too short and the round-trip air tickets are not cheap, many international students will not choose to go home during this winter vacation. After saying goodbye to their parents in the summer, they have to wait for another whole year before they can go home again.

Those freshmen who went abroad for the first year had a particularly fragile relationship at this time.

"I think my mom made bacon sausage..."

"The dumplings made by my mom are so delicious!"

"We have eaten dumplings during the Spring Festival. Have you ever eaten dumplings with meat fillings? They are really delicious!"

"Mermeat stuffed dumplings? What kind of heresy is that! Aren't dumplings all sweet? Sesame stuffed..."

"Your sweet party! You are heretic!"

Young people come and go quickly, and soon everyone argued about whose hometown’s specialty food was delicious…

The homesickness faded a lot in the nonsensical debate.

"Come back and help me see if it's wrong?" Gao Zheng's father said with his hands holding the horizontal banner of Spring Festival couplets.

Gao Zheng's mother took two steps back and stood in front of the neighbor's door opposite and looked at it: "Go a little higher to the right... Oh, by the way, by the way..."

After Gao Zheng's father posted the horizontal copy of the Spring Festival couplet on the lintel, he planned to go back to the house with his wife.

At this moment, several people came up from the downstairs, and the leader was the neighbor who lived upstairs: "Oh, where is Lao Gao's posting Spring Festival couplets?"

Gao Zheng's father turned around and saw them, nodded and said, "Yes, are you going out?" He turned his eyes to everyone behind the neighbors.

"I went down to pick up my relatives. This is my cousin's house." The neighbor upstairs introduced, and then said: "Come to my house to eat in the evening. There are so many people that it's lively!"

Gao Zheng's father waved his hand: "Thank you, no need, you have a lot of family members, I won't bother you."

The other party did not insist on invitation. After saying hello to Gao Zheng’s parents, he led his relatives upstairs.

Gao Zheng's parents packed up their things and went back to the house. After closing the door, the messy footsteps outside became weaker, and the home was much quieter.

Gao Zheng's mother went into the kitchen to serve the dishes. Gao Zheng's father turned on the TV. CCTV's Spring Festival special program was playing year after year. The familiar BGM Spring Festival Overture floated in the room, adding a bit of the New Year atmosphere to this deserted house.

At this moment, the phone rang at home.

Gao Zheng's father went to answer the phone, and when he picked it up, he heard Gao Zheng shouting over there: "Dad?"

"Gao Zheng?" Dad was a little surprised and looked into the kitchen, then turned it into a hands-free one. "Why are you calling? Why don't you say it on WeChat? Wasting phone bills..."

"Dad, do I care about the value of the phone bill now?" Gao Zheng said. "Isn't it New Year's Eve? I thought you should be having the New Year's Eve dinner, so I called you. After I called, I have to prepare to set off to play the game."

"Oh, that's it. Your mother and I are pretty good. Don't worry, concentrate on the game. Let me tell you, the sports channel has played all the advertisements and said that you are a New Year's Eve dinner for fans across the country. You can't make fans across the country feel like they are..."

"Ahem, Dad, after I woke up today, I took a shower and used a lot of shower gel. I still smell good now. Do you think fans across the country like to eat it?"

"What are you talking about! Eat you?"

"Didn't you say I'm the New Year's Eve dinner for fans across the country?"

"I mean competition, competition!"

Gao Zheng laughed on the other end of the phone: "You don't have to worry about the game anymore. Dad, it's useless if you worry about it, right?"

"Why did you talk to your dad?" Gao Zheng's mother suddenly came up. "We are ready to eat and wash our hands."

She said this to her husband.

Gao Zheng's father went to wash his hands obediently, and Gao Zheng started chatting with his mother on the phone.

"Mom, what are you making delicious again?"

"What else can I do? They are all the things I ate during the Spring Festival. I steamed a mandarin fish, steamed with fermented black beans, and there was also a big elbow, oh, I also fried some hairtail fish, and it was sizzling when it was just out of the pot... Sausage, bacon, duck and roast chicken, this year we also made bacon, the fat one, and the bowl was filled with oil... Braised chicken wings and chicken legs, fresh meat, green onion dumplings made by ourselves..."

Gao Zheng swallowed on the other side of the phone: "Mom, stop talking, I'm smelling..."

"Okay, let's not talk about it. We're going to have a meal, so you can concentrate on the competition."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The husband who came back from washing his hands became anxious when he saw this: "Hey, why did you die? I haven't finished talking yet?"

"What are you saying? If you continue chatting, aren't you afraid that your son will be confused and will not perform well in the game?"

The husband was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly: "You are right... Don't affect him. If the fans across the country are not in a good New Year, we will become sinners..."

Then he looked at the meal at the table, which was far from full of food, and asked his wife: "But what about the promised big elbow, fried hairtail, duck and roast chicken, and braised pork ribs?"

The wife glared at him: "When you are old, please pay attention to health preservation. Eat such fatty things and be careful about fatty liver and high blood lipids!"

The husband threw himself in and muttered, "Fortunately there are still fish... there are fish every year, and there are surpluses every year..."

He muttered that he poured wine into his and his wife's wine glasses, then raised the glass and said to his wife: "Come on, wife, it's a good New Year. We both celebrated again this year, and we are actually getting used to it, haha..."

The wife didn't say anything, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Gao Zheng put down his cell phone, but he didn't call back and asked his mother why she hangs so simply.

While he was talking to his parents, he heard music at home, which was a familiar music. They should be watching TV while eating.

In fact, he should have called back this call to wish you a New Year.

In previous years, when others didn’t go back, they would call to greet and greet, and wish you a happy New Year.

But this year he didn't take the initiative to mention this because he wanted to surprise his parents...

So now I can only feel wronged by my parents.

How could he not hear the loneliness and loss in his parents' tone?

Otherwise, why would he make jokes? Isn’t he afraid that the New Year will make his parents sad?

The neighbors are full of people and every family is reunited, and only the two of them are inevitably in love with each other.

Since CCTV is going to broadcast this game live, and the advertisements have been played very early. I don’t know how many fans will watch this game at that time... The Spring Festival Gala is becoming more and more boring, and maybe there are really many people watching this game.
Chapter completed!