Chapter 72 Farewell to the Old and Welcome the New
After the final exam is the winter vacation.
Ms. Yu Xiujuan came to lift the quilt early in the morning: "If you haven't gotten up yet, what time is it already!"
Lin Yi was still lying on the bed and didn't want to move. He wrapped himself in a quilt and only exposed his head. He could only resist with words: "It's a holiday, why are you getting up so early?"
It's so huddled up in the winter without heating.
The protest is invalid.
How could your mother listen to you? Ms. Yu issued an ultimatum: "I'll buy you new clothes today. If you don't get up, your breakfast will get cold."
"No need to buy new clothes."
"Wearing old clothes during the New Year will make other people laugh if they see you."
As she spoke, she really tried to take off the quilt. Lin Yi quickly pressed it down with his hands and promised:
"Get up, get up right now, you go out first."
As Yu Xiujuan walked out, she said unsatisfied: "I haven't seen what you are doing? When my son gets older, he forgets his mother before he has a wife..."
So, don't stay at home for too long, otherwise you will be disliked in a way that you won't even expect.
Lin Yi got up slowly and washed himself lazily.
Of course, the breakfast was already cold. Yu Xiujuan felt disgusted with it, so she cooked it for him and reheated it.
After eating, Lin Yi followed her soullessly to a nearby shopping mall and wandered around the area selling down jackets for a long time.
"How about this one?"
She finally picked one, and even took the hanger off and pointed at Lin Yi's body.
The nearby shopping guide lady appeared at the right time.
He immediately praised him with a wink: "Auntie, this is your son, he's so handsome. He must be very energetic in this dress!"
Lin Yi actually refused, because Yu Xiujuan liked a rather old-fashioned down jacket, and it was khaki, how should I put it...
It's quite earthy.
But Yu Xiujuan has her own unique insistence on aesthetics. To sum up, she is:
"I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it."
So in the end, Lin Yi couldn't veto it. He tried his best to force Ms. Yu to change into a blue-black one that looked more normal.
Boys' clothes are so poor in color, especially winter clothes.
Ms. Yu Xiujuan does not follow routines.
She agreed to change the color for another reason, which was to show that she was not satisfied, so she argued with the shopping guide for a long time and negotiated the price.
Lin Yi didn't pay much attention to this aspect.
He really didn't inherit the ability to bargain with women, so he always only went to places where prices were clearly marked.
After finishing the work, Yu Xiujuan bought a lot of new year's goods. Taking advantage of Lin Yi's labor force, he had both hands full before ending the big purchase.
…
It is customary in the Lin family to have dinner on New Year’s Eve.
The three families agreed to meet every year, and this year it happened to be dinner at aunt Lin Guofang's house, so Lin Yi and the others rushed there early.
In those days, it was not popular to order New Year's Eve dinner in restaurants. As Ms. Yu said, "it wasn't very good, and I don't know if it was done properly."
In fact, I still feel bad about money.
Even at home, there are many people and it’s lively.
My aunt has been busy in the kitchen for a long time. She has to bring out a large table of dishes for this meal, which is enough to prepare for the whole afternoon. My uncle is taking care of it.
The other four adults have already gathered a table of mahjong, which is essential.
There are three juniors left. The age difference between Lin Yi and his cousin Lin Xiaoqian is even smaller, and they are usually closer to each other.
But the problem is that Lin Yi's actual mental age is now twenty-eight, and he feels like he can't get along with a junior high school student.
So I had no choice but to chat with my cousin Cheng Zihui: "Is the house in Lin'an selling well recently?"
Cheng Zihui thought it was funny to talk about work with high school students, so he said casually: "It's okay, just so-so."
"The housing prices in Lin'an will definitely rise in the next few years."
Cheng Zihui was not shocked by Lin Yi's sworn predictions.
This is not called straight talk, this is called correct nonsense.
Lin'an house prices doubled in the two years when Lin Yi was still studying and had not caught up. After he graduated and had some savings, buying a house became a metaphysical event.
Although Lin'an has entered the era of nationwide real estate speculation ten years later, it took Lin Yi a long time to figure out these twists and turns.
What kind of red plate, tens of thousands of people shake it, limited purchase and limited sale...
Lin Yi didn't have a slutty cousin named Yun Zhonghe, so he didn't hold any grudge against this identity.
Seeing as he took himself into the arcade to play "Three Kingdoms" when he was a child, and played "Legend of Blood" in an Internet cafe, Lin Yi revealed a little bit about his future direction.
Cheng Zihui himself is doing well in this industry. If he is prepared, he can certainly go further. I don’t know if he has listened.
After dinner, the adults continued to play mahjong, and Lin Yi and the others sat on the sofa waiting to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
At eight o'clock, the program officially started with a festive song and dance.
Seeing the six hosts of the party appear on the stage, Lin Yi never thought that he would have the opportunity to see the Spring Festival Gala hosted by Li Yong again.
It’s been a long time since I last saw Zhu Jun.
Jiang Kun's cross talk and Huang Hong's sketches, although there will always be a feeling that "every year is not as good as the previous year", this year's Spring Festival Gala has not yet turned into a live broadcast show where everyone complained.
"Lanting's calligraphy is like running clouds and flowing water."
When I push the door under the moon, my heart is as delicate as your footsteps.
I am so busy that it is easy to expand the Millennium Monument, but it is difficult to expand your beauty.
Who can I give my true work and my sincerity to..."
Until Jay Chou appeared singing "Lanting Preface", this sense of confusion at the intersection of time and space reached its peak, and...
He actually sang it.
There was another surprise in this show. When three-quarters of the song was sung, an unexpected piece of red cloth was pulled off by Jay Chou, revealing Sister Zhilin's true face.
I have to admit that the few times she danced with the ribbon were quite beautiful, but what the hell was the design of chanting the lyrics along with it?
"It's really embarrassing."
Lin Yi and Lin Xiaoqian had a discussion and the two reached an agreement.
Cheng Zihui watched it with great interest, wondering if he remembered the teacher in the dark version.
Sister Zhilin is very popular this year. She not only interacted with Dong Qing and Li Yong respectively, but also continued to appear in the next magic trick.
After stepping down, Lin thought about her plummeting popularity after announcing her marriage. She shook her head and said in her heart:
Pity.
The program that received the most attention after that was undoubtedly Uncle Motoyama’s sketch, which this year was called “My Deskmate.”
It tells an ironic story about a boy who wrote a letter to an elementary school girl he admired many years later.
It still had the familiar smell of Northeastern rural areas. At the end of the program, he complained to himself: "I don't like to watch him the most. He comes out every year with a face as big as a donkey..."
"You are an elegant person like us, but his stuff is too vulgar and you can't stand it..."
If I remember correctly, this is Uncle Benshan’s last Spring Festival Gala.
Lin Yi looked at the audience and found that he was not amused very often.
By now the mahjong had stopped, and the adults came over to watch it for fun. They were more familiar with the environment and burdens of the show.
Cheng Zihui was not interested in this old "country love story" and said with disdain: "It's just the same things in the village, so frivolous."
He would rather see sister Zhilin.
Lin Xiaoqian actually didn't like it very much, but she didn't mock him harshly.
"Alas." Lin Yi sighed.
You will miss him in the future.
"Dear friends, are you ready? Let us welcome the new spring of the Year of the Rabbit with the sound of the spring drums. Let us prepare together and count down to ten, nine..."
The moment cheers came from the TV, Lin Yi pressed the send button of the text message on his mobile phone: