When it was around ten o'clock, Yu Han stood up, said hello to Zhang Huilan and went home.
Yang Huang followed him out, and everyone in the gym was still waiting for Yang Huang to celebrate the New Year together.
But what Yang Huang forgot was that today was New Year's Eve, and it was already past ten o'clock. Which taxi wouldn't go home to celebrate the New Year?
Yang Huang murmured regretfully and said, "I wish I had just lowered my face and asked that woman to send me back. This man really wants to save face and suffer. No matter what, now we can only see if the magic power is enough."
Yang Huang looked at the ring on his hand and said: "All the gods in the world return to fire, and all the essences in the world return to water. Water and fire are both harmonious, and all things are harmonious."
Then the ring floated in mid-air.
Yang Huang said silently in his heart that he wanted to return to the gym.
The ring slowly took a big step, and Yang Huang sat in it and followed the fluttering black cloth. Fortunately, there were no pedestrians passing by on the street, otherwise he would have died if he saw the black cloth floating in the air in the middle of the night.
New Year's Eve, also known as New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, etc... There is such a saying among the people.
In ancient times, there was a ferocious monster named Xi, who would come out to harm people before the end of the year. Later, people learned that Xi was most afraid of the color red and noise, so every household would put up red Spring Festival couplets and set off firecrackers on New Year's Eve to drive away the New Year's Eve monster and bring new hope.
This custom has been passed down since then, so the New Year's Eve is called New Year's Eve.
Soon Yang Huang was placed at the door of the gym with black strides.
After entering the door, Yang Huang saw that everyone was watching the Spring Festival Gala on the big screen in the hall.
"It's so fast when there are so many people. It's too late to make the dumplings so quickly."
Yang Huang shouted at the door.
When everyone saw Yang Huang coming back, they quickly greeted Yang Huang and sat on the sofa to watch together.
"It's really lively when there are so many people. I've never felt such lively anger before. This feeling can't be bought with anything."
Yang Huang sighed while watching the Spring Festival Gala.
At half past eleven, everyone, Mr. Feng, put the remaining dumplings into the pot.
"Oh, so many of you are bullying me, an old man, and you leave me to do it alone. It's really pitiful."
While talking, Mr. Feng was still pretending to be aggrieved.
Someone from afar said jokingly: "Mr. Feng, why don't you say you are an old man when you are drinking."
Mr. Feng stopped shouting that he was tired after being choked from such a distance.
If Mr. Feng had his usual personality, he would definitely scold him back, but today was New Year's Eve and he wanted to have two more drinks with everyone, so he had to swallow his anger and endure it.
After the dumplings were laid, Mr. Feng put them in the bowl one by one. Everyone felt a special sense of accomplishment when they saw the dumplings they had made.
Nowadays, there are many ways to eat dumplings. It is no longer just soy sauce and vinegar. Now the seasonings for eating dumplings have been upgraded to more than 20 kinds. It can be said that you only need to adjust whatever flavor you want, which is also satisfying.
It has won the hearts of everyone’s foodies.
Everyone was holding dumplings and drinking wine from wine glasses.
The twelve o'clock bell soon struck, and everyone gathered together to witness this historic moment every year.
At this time, everyone was thinking about their cell phones. Everyone was standing in various corners making calls. Considering that the call was from someone at home, Yang Huang and Mr. Feng were left sitting there without anyone greeting them.
Yang Huang said: "Hey, it's really sad for us two. No one called us to greet us. Neither Yang Huang nor Mr. Feng have any relatives, so their mobile phones are very quiet."
Not long after, Mr. Feng’s cell phone rang.
The old man waved his hand at Yang Huang proudly, as if to say who said no one called me.
Then he picked up the phone and heard that the voice on the phone was probably Yu Han. When the other end of the phone was about to hang up, Yu Han asked Yang Huang if he had returned to the gym.
Mr. Feng hung up the phone and walked towards Yang Huang and said, "Did you meet Yuhan in the orphanage?"
Yang Huang nodded calmly.
Mr. Feng leaned over and looked at Yang Huang.
Yang Huang instinctively ducked back, seeing that Old Feng must have no good intentions, as Yang Huang expected.
Mr. Feng said: "Yuhan cares about you so much, otherwise you would..."
Speaking of this, Yang Huang quickly interrupted.
"Mr. Feng, are you kidding me? I won't like that unreasonable woman."
"Why are you being unreasonable? Yuhan's child is pretty good. What's more, you saved her father. I guess I have a different view of you."
Yang Huang looked at Mr. Feng and said nothing, but he was thinking that if he hadn't saved his father, she would probably be angry when she saw him. For her father's sake, she would definitely treat this savior differently.
There will be nothing else.
After eating the dumplings, no one had the intention to go to bed yet. I don’t know who mentioned that they wanted to play mahjong.
Soon I saw people playing mahjong and poker, and there were people watching the game. The scene was quite harmonious. This is the atmosphere that the Chinese New Year should have.
At three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Feng said: "You guys, why don't you go to sleep? We will still be open tomorrow."
Everyone looked at their phones and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning. They were so excited about calling that they forgot the time for a while.
The fat man suddenly said: "Mr. Feng, since it's already so late, we can't sleep for a few hours. Lack of sleep will definitely affect tomorrow's state, otherwise you..."
The fat man didn't say anything anymore.
But everyone understood what the fat man meant, so they quickly responded and said: "Yes, Mr. Feng, since it's so late, why not let us all have fun? Even if we go to bed now, we won't be able to sleep for long."
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At first, Mr. Feng still insisted on his principles, but later he couldn't stand it anymore and everyone had no choice but to agree.
When everyone saw Mr. Feng nodding, they completely forgot to thank Mr. Feng, and then they quickly became incapable of extricating themselves from the mahjong game.
Mr. Feng had no choice but to contact the audience who wanted to watch the performance next year in the group. However, even if everyone was reluctant, now that Mr. Feng had spoken, everyone had no choice but to agree. After all, it was the Spring Festival, and everyone had no choice but to agree.
They all wanted to have a good time, so they didn't embarrass Mr. Feng too much.
Perhaps Mr. Feng couldn't stand them because he was too old, so he went upstairs to sleep after making the phone call.
Fortunately, the sound insulation upstairs and downstairs is good, otherwise if everyone's noisy voices affected Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng would have gone crazy again.
Originally, Yang Huang wanted to fight them to the end, but his eyes wouldn't allow it. Not long after Mr. Feng came up, Yang Huang also went back to sleep.
As he walked toward the room, he kept murmuring: "The fighting power of these humans is simply too strong. I, a god who doesn't sleep, can't survive them."