30 water lamps are the custom of Kyoto.

On New Year's Eve, Kyoto is not curfew, the city is hot and lively, and the party decides to go and walk together, and also go to the house's idling and happy.

After dinner, except for Chen's uncle and Aunt Chen to stay at home, all the people at home went, strolling the flower lights, putting water lamps, praying for blessings.

On Chang'an Street, the largest city in Kyoto, there is a temple, outside the temple, there are more bells.

Every time they leave the old and welcome, there are many people in line, waiting for the bell, no one, the bell ringers wish, will dream come true.

The people lined up to ring the bell, some people were on the nearby bridge, three or five groups of water lamps, the crowd bustling, laughing and cheering.

From Chuang Tzu to the city, there are countless carriages passing along the way, Li Haitang leans in the window, looking outward, infected by the joy of others, and unconsciously raising a few points on the ground.

Once a year, you can't bring any bad emotions to next year, no matter what suffering will pass, because living is the best hope.

Xiang pear sat on the side of the carriage and saw Li Haitang open some, which was reassuring.Otherwise, the atmosphere at the table was oppressive, and several tables were opened at home, and only Li Short Legs were embarrassed to amuse himself, and the rest were silent and cold.

She wanted to say a few words, he was stupid, before she would not coax people, afraid that she would say the wrong thing, so that the original awkward atmosphere, more embarrassing.

"I'm the first time I've ever felt the 30th of Kyoto."

Along the way, the lights are bright, the heads are stirring, the shoulders are followed, there is a loud noise everywhere, and the sound of firecrackers is a special celebration.

The little children are the most joyous, the little pockets are full of zero mouths, peanuts, melon seeds, candy, small mouths to eat bright and shiny, can not stop.

Northland is different, the same atmosphere of the past year, but at home, hot hot stew, eating stew-based New Year's Eve dinner, the family will also come together to play cards.

"Yes, the north is cold, go out, tremble."

Li Haitang remembered that in the streets of the north, every winter, there is no appearance at all, because everyone is a heavy robe, a rich family, and a coat wrapped in fur.

No matter how thin a person is, it looks round and rolling, and walking is basically a posture.

If there is heavy snow, walking is more like, the thighs are difficult to pull out from the snow, and then enter, and pull the radishes.

The beautiful little girl, who could not see the appearance, was tightly charged.

"One of my cousins, in order to show that she was in good shape and wearing less, went out and came back with a high fever, and almost half a life."

Xiang pear said in the north of the New Year, her cousin, always want to look different, since the high fever half a month, every year less than the winter, began to put on the robe, no longer dare not be beautiful frozen people.

Li Haitang laughed, where did this go, in the north, do not care about hairstyles.

Twice a year wind, once a year for half a year.The little daughter-in-law who married, wrapped her hair with a piece of her, can go out, anyway, a good-looking hairstyle, but also destroyed without a trace.

At that time, she felt that she had lived a hard life, and now she left her hometown and went to Kyoto, but she could find the point of it.

Kyoto is not cold, winter, wearing only a thin robe, there are many people on the streets, everywhere is shaking the head, the goods and small vendors, see the business, the New Year does not rest.

The streets can be seen everywhere, guess the light puzzle, walk the maze, all kinds of, people dazzling.

From the time of the son, there are still a few hours, Chang'an Street, which has been occupied by the people who are passing by, and everyone is queuing up, just to be able to ring the bell after the son.

Li Haitang looked at the long line of black pressure and wondered if it was her turn, it would probably be light up.

"There are too many people, we can't get through, the carriage is better to put it in the carriage?"

Li Short Legs is familiar with Kyoto, where there are few people, where he is lively, he knows.

Originally he wanted to find a place with few people, but to see Li Haitang's mood is not high, he took a group of people with his own claims, to find the downtown of Kyoto.

Seeing Li Haitang's face loose, he thought, it was really right!

"Well, get off the wagon."

Li Haitang was excited, pulling the small bean bag, and when she opened the car door, she handed the bean bag to her own wild husband, and she pulled the small five sons down the carriage.

There is a street on the left, all selling food and drink and small mouth, making sugar paintings and pinching people next to the craftsmen, surrounded by four or five-year-old children.

"Husband, I'll take the pears and put the water lamp first, and you'll wait for me here."

Water lamp, is a women's project, and has nothing to do with men.

Xiaolingchuan looked at the bridge not far away, and made a look at the two sisters of white ice and white frost, indicating that the two people were protecting Li Haitang.

The river is very deep, the cold day, there are many people, if they fall down, but they must be seriously ill, especially their own women are pregnant now.

Although he did not participate in the activities, he found a closest distance to ensure that his wife was in danger, and he could rush through it in the first place.

“Dad, you want sugar.”

The beanbag pointed to the sugar-painted stall and made a domineering request to his father.

Xiao Lingchuan patted his son's ass, but his eyes did not leave his wife, he asked, "Sugar, or sugar bag?"

The sugar bag wanted to recognize himself as a father, and the bean bag a father, this terrrel, Xiao Lingchuan heard, the small bag bean bag against, beyond his surprise.

Fang Yi medicine is interested in kinship, Xiao Lingchuan does not express opinions, in fact, he looks at the sugar bag is good, is a good seedling of martial arts.

“The sugar!”

What a sugar bag, he doesn't!The bean bag was angry, he really read the sugar bag, even want to rob his father, after, he did not play with the sugar bag.

“The sugar bag is for you as a daughter-in-law, okay?”

Li Haitang was not there, Xiao Lingchuan began to pit the baby, while following Li short leg almost smiled to the stomach pain, did not see ah, such a serious master, can say such a thing.

I think he said out, no one in the family will believe, but also to say he is nonsense.

“Daughter-in-law?”

The bag repeats, what is that?

"The daughter-in-law is the daughter-in-law, just like your mother-in-law, is my daughter-in-law."

Xiaolingchuan pumped the corner of his mouth, crouched down his aunt, took the bean bag in his arms, and asked softly, “Would you like it?”

"The sugar bag will give you a daughter, you will have children, that is, give birth to a little doll like a bean bag."

Xiao Lingchuan had long wanted to ask, and it felt good to do bad things behind his own mother.

"I don't want to."

Bean bag decisively refused, although he did not understand, the lady is used for what, but the representative every day together, he did not want to meet with the sugar bag day.

"Why, is this bad, my mother and I are not seen for a day, as in the third autumn."

Xiaolingchuan pulled a word, next to the ears to listen to Li short legs, eyes will be bulging out.Oh my god, the house is like that!How to describe it?Suffocation, yes, it must be boring!