The smell of the New Year in the fireworks of the world
Originally, the meal of the Chinese New Year's Eve should have been opened early.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, my sister and I were ready to work.
When it was nearly four o'clock, my father said that my cousin would return to his hometown at about six o'clock.
The implication was that we had to wait for him to have dinner together, and then we would sit and wait.
My sister's two five-year-old twin daughters were playing boredly at the door.
I see that there are not many drinks left at home, and tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner always has some drinks to add to the flavor of the year.
I drove out and bought a box and came back, and first gave two children a bottle to drink at the door.
Dad took his things to the faucet at the door to wash and wash them, and suddenly yelled at his two younger sisters.
It is to the effect that they are wasteful, referring to Sang scolding Huai for saying that he is so rich, and saying that adults spoil children and so on.
The two children were so frightened that they flattened their mouths and immediately ran upstairs.
I walked out and replied to my father: Why are you scolding them so loudly? Because of what?
Dad was silent.
I looked at the place where my two little sisters had just stayed, thinking that it was the little fireworks that my sister had bought for them in the afternoon.
After the children finished playing, they spilled all over the ground, guessing that Dad had cleaned the door because he had cleaned it in the morning.
Now he's been ruined again, and he has a habit of cleanliness, so he can't control his temper before he scolds.
Is it because of this firework, I asked? Then you should go and scold my sister for buying these toys for the child and not cleaning them up.
Why are you scolding them two little children? What do they know?
Dad still didn't say anything.
After saying that, I went upstairs to see how the two children were doing, and when I went upstairs, I saw two little girls curled up in my brother's arms.
The aggrieved ones were crying, their tears and nose were all together, and they didn't know why their grandfather scolded them.
I went over to comfort them, saying that my grandfather was in a bad mood so he was louder at you.
At this time, I heard my dad downstairs saying that the two little sisters were pouring drinks on the floor, so he started scolding.
I immediately asked the two little sisters why, and the little sisters said that they accidentally spilled on the ground.
I said let's go down together and make it clear to my grandfather that I accidentally spilled it, so that my grandfather wouldn't be angry.
The two little girls shook their heads at the same time, not daring to go downstairs.
I could only continue to reason with them and tell them the reason for my grandfather's temper.
Then I went downstairs and told my dad that since they were wasting food, you could tell them what was wrong.
Just scolding them like this will only scare them, and nothing else will listen.
Dad said, "Okay, it's good, just when I'm wrong, I'm all wrong."
Back in the living room, my mom and brother were next to me, and I said that this is always a fierce child, and when I grow up, I will cringe into anything.
My brother, who had no eyesight, threw a bullet at me again: they were lawless now, and they didn't suppress it.
My anger was ignited at once: how to suppress it? Suppressed like Dad? And then teach a son like you?
When my brother saw that the situation was not good, he immediately interrupted me: Shut up and stop talking.
But I couldn't hold back my anger anymore.
I said that this kind of education is not right, and I roar and shout loudly at every turn.
You are a bloody example, what do you look like now?
My brother replied to me why I was so loud.
I said what's wrong with me being so loud, I learn from my father, he also communicates with people like this, how to drop.
By this time, my anger was already creeping up.
They also say that we waste money, at least our money is spent on food and clothing.
Unlike you and your dad, one buys *** and the other goes to gamble, this is the money.
My brother replied to me unconvinced: Do you have evidence? Say I'm gambling.
Have you ever played the red envelope group, two hundred and two hundred smashed out.
Do you have any evidence for my brother scolding me?
I didn't bother to argue with him, I was obviously a scoundrel.
I really didn't find it interesting, so I went upstairs to calm my emotions.
The two little sisters have stopped crying and are scrolling through Tik Tok**.
It's good for children to forget that they don't remember it when they grow up.
When the family was happy in the Chinese New Year's Eve, he was inexplicably murdered by his grandfather.
Inexplicably, I heard a quarrel between chickens and dogs.