In the past, the Spring Festival Gala was a crowd-pleaser, and now I can't stand laughing at the many sketches.
But I don’t know why these years, although the lineup is getting stronger year by year, the content is getting worse year by year.
It was obvious that there were more celebrities on stage. This year's Spring Festival Gala was full of familiar faces from beginning to end, with as many as sixty or seventy people.
The sketches are ugly and the songs are ugly. No wonder Fang Hui complained.
Fang Jing turned on the TV just to create an atmosphere, hoping to feel a bit like the New Year.
After finishing the meal early, Fang Hui stared with big eyes and said, "Brother, Happy New Year."
"Take it!" Fang Jing sighed and took out a red envelope from his pocket.
After weighing the thickness, Fang Hui smiled happily and said, "Then I'll go play with my classmates!"
"Go ahead and be back before nine o'clock."
"Yeah! Got it!"
In the kitchen, Father Fang mopped the floor, wiped his hands, and said with a smile: "I'm going to play mahjong. If you have nothing to do, go for a walk. The park is still very lively."
"knew!"
My dad played mahjong for only fifty cents, and Fang Jing didn’t stop him. It was just a hobby for the elderly, it wasn’t a big deal, so let him go.
Half an hour later, the only sound in the empty room was Zhu Jun's voice coming from the TV.
Although he is rich now, Fang Jing somehow misses the Huangling Village of his childhood.
At that time, we were poor, but our family was happy, the three or five dishes on the table tasted better than anything else, and a lot of friends from the same village played together all day long.
"Maybe this is a shame!" Fang Jing laughed at himself.
Put away the dishes and chopsticks, put on a thick down jacket, and go out wearing a mask. It's a rare trip back, so it's good to go shopping around.
He didn't turn off the TV and left it on.
On New Year's Eve, thieves spend time with their families, and no one comes out to take on business.
On the street, lanterns are hung under the eaves, and there are crowds of people. The elderly, children, and lovers, wearing festive clothes, hold hands and show warm smiles.
Walking all the way to the park, there were more people here, including people singing and dancing, people selling barbecue toys, people setting up night market stalls, and anchors singing live broadcasts.
Stop and go along the way
Follow the traces of youth drifting
…
I first knew this world once upon a time
Lingering in all kinds of ways
Looking at the horizon seems to be in front of my eyes
I am willing to go through fire and water to walk it again
Fang Jing is a famous person in Chengdu and is very popular. Not many people don’t know him. It is no exaggeration to say that all the old ladies dancing in the square at night are his songs.
The anchor who is now popular in singing is a man in his forties, and his hoarse voice sings the desolation that has gone through vicissitudes of life.
The New Year's Eve singer sang so miserably, no wonder no one here listened to him.
I once had a hard time extricating myself from the size of the world
Also indulged in sleep talking
Not allowed to be true or false, not struggling, not afraid of jokes
I once turned my youth into her
I also had summer popping up at my fingertips
Just go with whatever your heart desires.
Humming softly and touching his pocket, Fang Jing took out a red envelope and gave it to the singer. He thought that the house was very lively before, and he had prepared dozens of red envelopes, but now it seems that they are of no use.
"Thank you and Happy New Year!"
"Have fun together!" Fang said.
Along the way, everyone who met someone, including the flower seller and lantern seller, would give out red envelopes and say Happy New Year to you.
“Bang bang bang bang!!!!”
At twelve o'clock, fireworks were going off. At this time, Fang Jing was standing on the top of Fenghuang Mountain Park. From this angle, the whole county could be seen.
Small counties are not as good as big cities. There is no rule against setting off fireworks. Everyone sets off fireworks in the yard or on the roof.
One beep after another, the sky was filled with colorful colors. I thought it was beautiful, so Fang Jing took out his phone and took a few pictures to post.
…
"Teacher Xu, when did you come back?"
The next morning, Fang Jing was making dumplings when Xu Li knocked on the door and came in.
"I came at eleven o'clock and went to bed early." Xu Li looked at the pot and laughed, "It seems that I came at the right time. Fang Hui, bring me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."
"Okay godmother!"
While eating, Xu Li asked, "Why didn't I see you when I came here yesterday?"
"Went out to watch the fireworks!"
"This is for you!" Xu Li took out a red envelope, "Fang Hui also has one, one for each of you brother and sister."
"Thank you, Teacher Xu!"
"Thank you godmother!"
After receiving the money, Fang Hui gulped down the dates and dumplings and ran away again.
Xu Li is tall and has a big frame, and has a big appetite. In the north, dumplings are weighed by the pound. Fang Jing knew that the few in the pot would not be enough to fill the gap between his teeth, so he made a lot of them.
During the Chinese New Year, as long as someone eats it, he will be happy.
"Teacher Xu, haven't you gone home?"
"Am I right at home?"
"No! I'm talking about my home in the north."
After all these years, Fang Jing has rarely heard about her parents' affairs, and her students always accompany her during the New Year and holidays.
"Over there... I haven't been back for decades, and I have lost my home a long time ago."
How come she hasn't been back for decades? Fang Jing was confused. Xu Li was only in her forties.
"Is Teacher Xu here? We are here to see you."
Just as Fang Jing was about to speak, there was a sound of footsteps running upstairs from the stairwell.
Xu Li put down her chopsticks, stretched out her head and shouted: "Third floor!"
A few seconds later, seven or eight people poured in, all of them classmates. "Hey! Fang Jing? Why are you here?" The speaker was Lei Yu, a junior high school classmate.
"This is my home, okay. Where would I be if I weren't here?"
"Your home?"
"Well! I've lived here for more than a year! Don't you know?"
There were many people who knew where he lived, and Fang Jing thought they knew it too.
"How did we know? We were all studying outside and only came back during the winter vacation."
"You're here as soon as you come. What gifts do you have with you? Really, let's put them on the coffee table." Fang Jing said happily.
"You have a beautiful idea! This is for Teacher Xu. It smells so good. How many more dumplings are there? I want to try the dumplings made by the big star."
"I want it too!"
"I want it too!"
"They're all there, take a seat first, they'll be ready soon!" There weren't enough dumpling wrappers on hand, so Fang Jing opened the refrigerator and took out some of them, which he bought for Fang Hui to make for himself.
There were about ten people sitting in a room, and the deserted atmosphere was completely gone. They were chattering incessantly, and Fang Jing's ears were almost on edge.
"Fang Jing, get me a cup!"
"Fang Jing, get a pair of slippers, I stepped in the water when I came up."
"Fang Jing, are the dumplings ready? I'm hungry!"
"Fang Jing, do you still owe me fifty cents? Remember to pay it back later! It's been many years. If I don't tell you, you don't know, right?"
"Fang Jing, is this how you behave when guests come? Where are the fruits? Hurry up and put them on the table!"
Dust hit his face, and Fang Jing was nostalgic for the deserted scene a few minutes ago. These people were treating him like a beast.
…
More than an hour later, the gang finally left. Xu Li helped clear away the dishes, while Fang Jing was spread out on the sofa.
"Teacher Xu, don't move the pot, I haven't eaten yet!"
"Hahaha! Sorry, I forgot. There were too many people just now."
After finding a pair of bowls and chopsticks, Fang Jing put the remaining four or five dumplings into the pot and took a bite one at a time.
"Teacher Xu, are you okay?"
Seeing that Xu Li looked embarrassed and kept hesitating, Fang Jing would have wanted to ask if he hadn't entertained his classmates.