This Spring Festival is not so peaceful after all.
"Sister Zhang, continue to add a batch of supplies." Ling Rui had just finished recording the Spring Festival Gala of the Xiangnan Taiwan Primary School. He looked at Sister Zhang next to him and said, "Buy more. I can use all my money to buy it."
Sister Zhang was silent for a while, "If you are exposed like this, you will be frowned upon by your peers."
"Human life is much more important than this."
"Okay, I'll try my best, but it's basically not available anymore, and the price may be much more expensive."
"Well, I will buy domestic ones first, and I will ask my overseas brothers and sisters to help with the purchase." Ling Rui nodded. Ever since Mr. Zhong went to the front line and announced the news, masks are no longer available in domestic pharmacies.
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"Then buy my share." An Ge said. This year, the studio's profits were good, mainly from their remuneration and appearance fees. But An Ge, who was not short of money, saw Ling Rui asking for
Pay your own money, and then follow suit.
"You two can get half of it!" Sister Zhang rolled her eyes, that's a huge amount.
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Then, the number of confirmed cases continued to soar, various news began to spread randomly, and the people fell into a certain panic.
During this year's Spring Festival, TV stations and CCTV from all over the country took turns reporting various slogans about not visiting relatives and friends during the New Year, not gathering together, and staying at home to contribute to the country.
"Dad, I told you not to give New Year greetings this year." Ling Rui looked at his old father and felt helpless. When he got home yesterday, he said this to his old father first, but was scolded by his old father.
Then, when there were confirmed cases in Wucheng, online New Year greetings began to appear in various family groups, and relatives and friends all agreed.
"Hey, if you don't pay New Year's greetings, what's the New Year?" Ling Yun said helplessly, "I'm still thinking that you have to visit your grandparents' graves this year, right?"
Ling Rui was slightly silent. Yes, the Spring Festival is always a special festival for Chinese people. They remember their ancestors and pray for blessings. "There will be opportunities in the future."
"Okay, okay, although we won't be visiting relatives and friends, we still need to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, right? Then your Uncle Tang and the others will come over for dinner, so you can't refuse, right?"
Ling Rui then chuckled, "Yeah."
The New Year is coming soon, but the epidemic cannot be delayed. It coincides with the Spring Festival. Ling Rui doesn't know how many people have left wh. However, Ling Rui knows that this epidemic will probably not be small.
He took out his cell phone again and started calling and sending messages one by one.
One was Sister Zhang, and the other was his classmates abroad. Because in the circle of friends, he saw Senior Brother Yang posting words criticizing certain institutions, so he had to speed up a bit.
He is no longer a doctor. In fact, after the system settings were changed, he no longer even has a medical qualification certificate. Moreover, all he can do now is to continuously collect supplies.
Although, it is a drop in the bucket.
Here, they celebrate the New Year happily. But on the front line, everyone is struggling.
On January 23, Wuhan was locked down and many provinces and cities launched first-level response. Ling Rui knew that if the epidemic was not controlled well, the epidemic would sweep across the country.
Lively and isolated on the eve of the New Year.
The happy gathering was sealed overnight.
This sudden epidemic is like the prelude to the Spring Festival that has come to an abrupt end.
On New Year's Eve, after the New Year's Eve dinner, we had a brief chat and still locked in on CCTV's Spring Festival Gala. The more times like this, the less panic you can do.
The comments on the Internet are enough to make people panic.
Therefore, someone always needs to stand up and tell the people optimistically that in fact, everyone should stay well and everything will pass.
Medical teams are constantly supporting the front line.
Materials are constantly being delivered to the front line.
Many people have the most comfortable Spring Festival, because they don’t have to hear relatives ask you how your job is now? Have you talked to your partner? Have you bought a house?
All day long, I eat and sleep, and then browse Weibo Moments and play games.
They were so pissed off by the news on Weibo that they were frugally saving supplies and staying at home to support them, but the frontline didn’t receive them? Are they all piled up in the warehouse?
It wasn't until I saw the central government taking action that I felt relieved.
Watching the number of confirmed cases increasing day by day, the number of suspected cases increasing day by day, and then calming down again, it feels like a roller coaster.
However, the best thing is being laughed at by the netizens' various strange brain circuits.
Some people already feel like they can’t do it anymore after staying at home for a week, so——
Make a loop at home.
Fishing in the fish tank at home.
Traveling at home.
Perform surgery on an orange at home.
The Chinese primary school is the boss at home!
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"Hello, Xiao Rui?" He Jiong looked at Ling Rui in the video and greeted with a smile, "Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year, Teacher He!" Ling Rui also smiled. The second batch of supplies had been delivered to his senior brother. Ling Rui was naturally in a much better mood at the moment.
"Because of the epidemic, the station is planning a stay-at-home program." He Jiong said, "You can use a camera to record some videos, chat with friends, and share trivial things in life with netizens, so that netizens can
Let’s stay at home and feel at ease.”
Ling Rui nodded, "Does Teacher He want me to participate?"
"That's right." He Jiong nodded at the other end of the video, "Anyway, I can let netizens see your true state at home."
Ling Rui smiled and nodded, "Okay."
In fact, people don’t have much time for leisure, and they easily get sick when they are idle.
"Oh, by the way, this program is called Hey, what are you doing? When the time comes, the cameras and scripts will be sent to your home."
"good."
"And you and An Ge have both. Anyway, there are a lot of celebrities invited, so everyone can express themselves freely. The main reason is...it's too free!"
"OK."
As everyone stayed at home, and reinforcements for the front line continued to arrive, good news also came. Netizens were still relatively optimistic. After hanging up the phone with He Jiong, Ling Rui saw his old father going out.
"Dad, why are you going out? Wear a mask!"
"Oh, we are in the suburbs, it's okay!" The old father waved his hand nonchalantly.
Ling Rui:......
"Are you sure you don't want to wear it?"
"I didn't even wear one when I was a soldier! I just went downstairs to pick vegetables! I didn't talk to anyone!"
"No, every time you go downstairs to pick vegetables, you have to talk to the volunteers at the entrance of the village! The volunteers all wear masks, but you don't!"
So, blah blah.
Father and son almost quarreled.
"You're so annoying! Go to work and don't come back! You're so annoying!"
Ling Rui opened his mouth.
He felt that the current situation was really... disgusting. His old father felt that he was tired of staying at home. But he cooked all the food at home! The old father just ate, drank, and played cards and games.
Mahjong!
However, it was the old father's habit to tend to the vegetables in the yard downstairs, oh, and the chickens, ducks and ducks. Most of the houses in the suburbs were renovated from old villages, so the area of each household was quite large.
The elders save money and usually grow some vegetables by themselves.
Sighing helplessly, Ling Rui could only shake his head. He felt that he was also very tired.