The feeling of being close to home is even more timid.

Maslow slowly stroked his wounded leg, but his eyes were looking at the heavy snow outside the window.

This is how Qinwan is. In winter, it is a snow nest. In winter, it snows almost one-third of the time.

On the Jiefang River, the ice surface is covered with thick snow, and the lively markets in the past have been closed.

There was still a need to wait on the railway bridge. Watching the motorcycle pulling the car away, Maslow's heart trembled, he went home, and he finally went home.

The "Jiulong City Walled City" of the Ma family, which was once lively, was empty, and all the shops along the street had rolling shutters.

The two of them jumped out of the police car with Maslow, got back into the wheelchair, and walked slowly towards the door.

"Going east, no, going west, don't you even stick couplets?" In front of the iron-welded gate, my dad Ma Kaishan was standing on the ladder fiddling with the couplet that was several meters long.

A strong wind blew with snow, and the couplets swayed left and right again.

Maslow's nose felt sore and his eyes felt hot. In the past, this was his own business.

In the wind and snow, the wheelchair was finally pushed to my parents.

My mother Luo Yuqiong slowly turned around, and she looked at Maslow with a smile. When she saw Maslow's face clearly, the tape and scissors in her hand fell to the ground.

The smiling face suddenly changed color, and tears had already gushed out of her eyes, "Luoer, what's wrong with you?" Luo Yuqiong looked at Maslow in a wheelchair, with a thick blanket covering her legs. She reached out to try to uncover the blanket, but her hands were trembling but she didn't dare to uncover it, for fear of seeing the scene she didn't want to see the scene she most didn't want to see.

Ouch--

"Dad." Looking in the sound, Ma Kai Mountain slipped and slid down the bamboo ladder, but he didn't bother to pat the snow on his body and staggered to Maslow, "Luoer, Luoer, what's wrong with you?"

Ma Kaishan was not like Luo Yuqiong. He lifted the blanket. Luo Yuqiong suddenly felt weak in his legs and sat down in the snow.

In the car in the distance, Shen Lan's eyes couldn't help but become wet.

The snow was silent. In the vast snow, the parents and the two knelt in front of their son's wheelchair, and the red couplets on the door were floating in the wind.

"Let's go." Shen Lan shone tears from the corners of her eyes and the car slowly started.

....

"Injured? What's the injury?" Ma Kaishan had already taken the wheelchair and didn't bother to paste the couplet. He pushed his son towards the cottage by the door.

The heating inside was burning vigorously. As soon as I entered the house, Maslow immediately smelled the familiar smell, which was the smell of home.

"It's okay, I fell into a pit on the hills of Beizhou, and let the wood pierce the leg." Maslow tried to understate it, "I've recovered almost."

"I'll be hurt by one hundred and fifteen years. I'll take good care of myself when I get home this time," Luo Yuqiong's eyes kept circling on Maslow's legs. "I'll call your uncle tomorrow, no, now, and go to the capital to check it out after the New Year..."

Ma Kaishan frowned, "Aren't you an intern in Qingdu? Why did you go to Beizhou? I have been in the forest farm on the mountain there. The kind of pits are all pits that are pitted with roe deer and wolf pit foxes, and the underside is full of sharpened wood..."

"Dad, a roe deer has fallen from below," Maslow felt warm in his heart, "Or I can't come back."

"I won't say it anymore, I'll turn it over." Luo Yuqiong said, "I'll go to Lingshan Temple to worship you in the Year of the Pig. Luoer, what do you want to eat?"

"Mom, I want to eat dumplings." Maslow smiled on his face, and tears also burst out from the corners of his eyes. After much training, he still couldn't pretend to be in front of his parents.

"Eat dumplings the night after tomorrow..." Luo Yuqiong was a little overwhelmed.

"What's wrong with eating today?" Ma Kaishan's voice suddenly became louder. "Who still stipulates that you can't eat dumplings today?"

At the age of 28, yes, no one stipulates that you cannot eat dumplings.

Maslow felt sad. He couldn't eat the dumplings at home the night after tomorrow, but he didn't want his parents to know that it would be hidden for a while.

"Mom, please give me more money, and Shuying will come here too."

ah!

Luo Yuqiong immediately turned around in surprise, "Why did you come to our house for the New Year? Why didn't you say it earlier? I was not prepared either. Look at the chaos in the house. Does her parents agree to it? She hasn't passed the door yet. Is this appropriate?"

"Just you talk too much, isn't this a matter of time sooner or later? I'll roll the noodles with your dumplings." Ma Kaishan was unhappy. Just as he rolled up his sleeves, a loud horn sounded outside the door, and everyone looked at the window for a long time.

Maslow will never forget this scene.

Under the red window flowers on the glass window, mist was flowing down the glass. In the heavy snow outside the window, a red velvet hat slowly walked under the window flowers. Then, Qingqing, who was thinking about day and night, appeared in front of the door.

Ma Kaishan's face was already smiling from ear to ear. Luo Yuqiong was busy slapping the snow on Lin Shuying's body, but Lin Shuying's expression suddenly changed. She also saw Maslow sitting in a wheelchair.

Tears rolled down from the white and red cheeks without warning, and the cold hands immediately held Maslow's hand.

Ma Kaishan looked at Luo Yuqiong with a meaningful look. Luo Yuqiong was still standing there, but Ma Kaishan pulled him out of the door, "The couplet has not been posted yet."

The fiery red lanterns fluttered in the wind, and Ma Kaishan stood under the lantern, but took out a lighter and smoke.

.....

Inside the room, Lin Shuying was half-kneeling, her head tightly pressed against Maslow's wounded leg, and tears fell.

Outside the house, "Okay, can I go in?" Luo Yuqiong swept the snow above her head, "You stand here to smoke, but what are you eating tonight?"

"Go out to eat." In the wind and snow, Ma Kaishan slowly exhaled a breath of smoke.

"My son just wants to eat the dumplings I made. If you don't go out, you can eat them at home." Luo Yuqiong was unhappy. In this family, she is a parent and the head of the family, whether in terms of food or in other aspects.

After the door was pushed open, Lin Shuying woke up like a dream, "Uncle, aunt... Look, I forgot that there is something in the car."

She glanced at Maslow and whispered, "I'll be back in a while."

OK, Ma Kaishan opened the trunk. Did this girl move her home? The trunk was filled with New Year’s gifts, full of them, and even the back seat was everywhere.

....

"Bang--"

Colorful fireworks exploded above Jiulong City Village, the sky was gorgeous, and the fluttering snowflakes were dyed into colorful colors.

"Shh--"

Amid the laughter, Maslow spit out hot dumplings, eating too fast, and it was hot, and a burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the room. He looked at his father who was smiling comfortingly, his mother who was satisfied with laughter, and Lin Shuying who was smiling from the heart, Oh, it’s the New Year!

2018 is over and I miss it very much.
Chapter completed!