Chapter 262: New Year's Eve

On the day of February 10, Chinese students in Genoa came to a restaurant they had packed in the morning and started to arrange the meeting place.
Xiao Yingying is holding a DV and is recording everyone's work.
In the camera, Ma Huan is riding a ladder with another boy to wind the red garland around the chandelier in the middle.
"Thank you Mr. Ma for helping us pack this restaurant!" Xiao Yingying said while filming.
Ma Huan standing on the ladder waved his fist at the DV camera: "Don't call me President Ma!"
Xiao Yingying made a grimace, ran away with a smile, and went to record others.
The spectacled brother and other boys carried the bagged flour that he bought into the restaurant one by one. Everyone had a little flour on his body and face, and it was white.
"Brother Glasses, you have a bad foundation!" Xiao Yingying quipped.
The spectacled brother raised his hand and put flour on Xiao Yingying's face, and she screamed and avoided.
Feng Shiyao and the few girls wet the window grilles with water and put them carefully on the glass windows. The red window grilles suddenly gave this exotic restaurant a Chinese feel.
"If there is another Kang, it will feel like my hometown..." Xiao Yingying said.
Feng Shiyao looked back at Xiao Yingying's DV lens and made a gesture: "Hot window grilles, hot passion, and hot teacher Xiao please ask you to criticize more -"
Xiao Yingying said: "Sister Feng, you put on the big flower jacket and talk!"
The girls laughed happily.
Two boys wearing glasses were arguing at the door, Xiao Yingying gathered up curiously and found that they were arguing whether the Fuzi stickers should be posted directly or backward...
"Of course it should be posted upside down! The blessing is here, the blessing is here, it's just that it's a homophonic one!"
"This blessing is posted outside the door. How can you post it upside down? You poured out the blessing?"
This is the third boy who joined them in the debate. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said: "I think the Fu character stickers should be tilted at a 45-degree angle."
"Why?" The other two boys were curious.
"The angle of forty-five degrees is neither positive nor inverted, but it is also between forward and backward at the same time. Whether the blessing is exactly inverted depends on the observer's thinking, which the observer thinks is positive, That is positive, the observer thinks it is inverted, and that is inverted. This is Schrodinger's blessing..."
When the two boys were stunned, Xiao Yingying, who was shooting next to it, couldn't bear it: "Where are there so many upside down, right outside the door, and the end of the door is not finished!"
The three of them looked at Xiao Yingying together, all expressing an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Sister Xiao is right! She is sticking out of the door, welcoming her, and sticking backwards in the door, she is home! Fantastic!"
Xiao Yingying expressed disdain to them and shook her head and left.
Feng Shiyao had already attached the window grilles, and she started to play with the sound. After connecting the laptop to the stereo, she opened the music folder and double-clicked on a song file.
Soon everyone heard the restaurant familiar, and listened to the "Spring Festival Overture" on TV countless times during the Spring Festival every year.
"Wow!" Everyone who was working couldn't help but stop.
"It feels so good!"
But soon someone murmured: "I'm a little homesick..."
His words were quickly echoed by others: "This music fouls, I also miss home..."
The winter holidays of Italian universities are usually taken after Christmas holidays, about two weeks.
Because the time is too short, and the round-trip airfare is not cheap, many international students will not choose to go home this winter vacation. After saying goodbye to their parents in the summer, they will have to wait a full year to go home again.
Those freshmen who came out to study abroad in their first year were particularly vulnerable at this time.
"I think the bacon sausage made by my mother..."
"My mother's dumplings are delicious!"
"Our family eats dumplings during the Spring Festival. Have you ever eaten dumplings with meat filling? Really delicious!"
"Meatball dumplings? What kind of heretics are that! Are the rice dumplings sweet? Sesame stuffed..."
"Kouhu! Your sweet party is heresy!"
Young people's emotions come and go quickly, and soon everyone debates who's hometown's special food is delicious...
The feeling of homesickness has faded a lot in unreasonable arguments.
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"You step back, help me see if it's crooked?" Gao Zheng's father said with his hands holding the Spring Festival couplets.
Gao Zheng's mother stepped back two steps and stood in front of the neighbor's door and looked at it: "Go a little higher to the right... eh, yes, yes..."
After Gao Zheng's father posted the Spring Festival couplets on the door frieze, he planned to return to the house with his wife.
At this moment, several people came upstairs, one of whom was the neighbor who lived upstairs: "Yo, how about Lao Gaotie Spring Festival couplets?"
Gao Zheng's father saw them back and nodded, "Yeah, are you out?" He turned his eyes to the people behind his neighbor.
"It's time to pick up relatives, this is my uncle's house." The neighbor upstairs introduced, then said: "Come and eat at my house at night, people eat more lively!"
Gao Zheng's father waved his hand: "Thank you, thank you, no, you have many family members, so I won't disturb you anymore."
The other party did not insist on inviting each other. After greeting Gao Zheng's parents, he led the relatives upstairs.
Gao Zheng's parents packed up their things and returned to the house. After closing the door, the messy footsteps outside and the weakness weakened, and the house was much quieter.
Gao Zheng’s mother went into the kitchen to serve dishes, and Gao Zheng’s father turned on the TV, which was playing CCTV’s Spring Festival special program
year after year
, and the familiar BGM
Spring Festival Overture
was floating in the house, leaving this deserted The house has a little bit of a new year.
Just then, the phone at home rang.
Gao Zheng's father went to answer the phone, and when he picked it up, he heard Gao Zheng shouting, "Dad?"
"Gao Zheng?" Dad was a little surprised. He glanced into the kitchen and opened it as a hands-free. "Why did you call, why don't you say it on WeChat? Waste of phone charges..."
"Dad, do I care about the value of the phone bill now?" Gao Zheng said. "Isn't it New Year's Eve, thinking that you should be eating New Year's Eve, and I will call you. After finishing the call, I have to prepare to go to play."
"Oh, that's right. My mom and I are very good. Don't worry, concentrate on the game. I tell you, the sports channel has put out all the ads, saying that you are bringing a New Year's Eve dinner to the national fans, you Can't the national fans lose their appetite..."
"Cough, Dad, I took a special bath after waking up today and used a lot of shower gel. Now I still have a fragrant body. Do you say that national fans will like to eat it?"
"What! Eat you?"
"Don't you say that I am a fan of the national fans?"
"I mean competition, competition!"
Gao Zheng laughed over the phone: "You don't have to worry about the game, Dad, you're useless if you worry?"
"How 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's obedient handwashing went, and Gao Zheng chatted with his mother over the phone.
"Mom, what are you making again?"
"What else can I eat for the Spring Festival. I steamed a mandarin fish and steamed it with tempeh. There is also a big elbow, oh, I also fried some octopus, and I just got out of the pan... Sausage bacon, sauce duck roast chicken, this year we also made the pork ribs, fat type, after steaming, the bowl is full of oil... Braised chicken wings and chicken legs, fresh onion dumplings wrapped by ourselves..."
Gao Zheng swallowed over the phone: "Mom, don't tell me, I smell it..."
"Okay, don't say it. We are going to eat, you can concentrate on the game."
She hung up the phone after talking.
The husband who came back after washing his hands was anxious: "Why did you hang up? I haven't finished talking yet?"
"What are you talking about? If you continue talking, you are not afraid of your son's confusion. Do you not play well in the game?"
The husband froze for a moment, then said helplessly: "You're right... don't affect him, when the national fans will not have a good year, we will be sinners..."
Then he looked at the table and could not talk about the rich food and asked his wife: "But what about the good big elbow, fried octopus, sauce duck roast chicken and cured pork ribs?"
His wife glared at him: "At old age, pay attention to health, eat such fatty food, beware of fatty liver and high blood fat!"
The husband cast his eyes and mumbled: "Fortunately, there are... there are fish every year, more than every year..."
He was talking about pouring wine into the wine glasses he and his wife said, and then raised his glass and said to his wife: "Come on, wife, good New Year. This year is the two of us, actually getting used to it, hehe... "
The wife didn't speak, and took a drink from the glass.
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Gao Zheng put down his phone and he didn't call back to ask his mother why it was so simple.
In the process of talking with his parents, he heard music in his home, which is a familiar piece of music. They should be watching TV while eating.
In fact, he should call the New Year call back.
In the past, if others didn't go back, they would all call and greet each other, and wish New Year's greetings.
But this year he did not take the initiative to mention this, because he wanted to surprise his parents...
So now I can only wrong my parents.
How could he not hear the loneliness and loss in the tone of his parents?
Otherwise, why would he want to make a fuss? Isn't he afraid that his parents will be sad for the Chinese New Year?
The neighbors on the left and the right are full of human voices, and their families are reunited.
Since the game is to be broadcast live on CCTV, and the advertisements have been played out very early. At that time, I don’t know how many fans will watch this game... The Spring Festival Gala is getting more and more boring, maybe there are a lot of people watching this game.
When the time comes, I will give them a year of worship in front of the national fans. With so many fans in the country, they are not so lonely on New Year's Eve.
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