Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 246
The previous Spring Festival Gala was empty for thousands of people, and how many sketches are watched now, but I can’t straighten my waist with laughter.

But I don’t know what happened these years. Although the lineup is getting stronger every year, the content is getting worse every year.

It is obvious that there are more celebrities on stage. This year's Spring Festival Gala is a familiar line from beginning to end, with as many as 70 to [-] people.

The skit was ugly and the song was ugly, no wonder Fang Hui wanted to complain.

Fang Jing turned on the TV just to create an atmosphere, hoping to have a taste of the year.

After finishing the meal early, Fang Hui stared wide-eyed, "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, "Then I'll go and play with my classmates!"

"Go, come back before nine o'clock."

"Oh, I see!"

In the kitchen, Fang's father mopped the floor, wiped his hands, and said with a smile, "I'm going to play mahjong, you have nothing to go for a walk, the park is still very lively."

"understood!"

Dad played mahjong for [-] cents, Fang Jing didn't stop it, the old man only had this little hobby, it's not a big deal, let him do it.

Half an hour later, only Zhu Jun's voice came from the TV in the empty room.

Although he is rich now, for some reason, Fang Jing misses Huangling Village when he was a child.

At that time, the poor were poor, but the family enjoyed themselves happily, and the three or five dishes on the table tasted better than anything else, and a lot of friends in the same village spent a whole day playing together.

"Perhaps this is being cheap!" Fang Jing laughed at himself.

Put away the dishes and chopsticks, put on a thick down jacket, and wear a mask Fang Jing went out, it’s rare to come back, so it’s good to go for a stroll.

He left the TV on and left it on.

Thieves on New Year's Eve have to accompany their families, and no one comes out to pick up business.

On the street, the eaves are full of lanterns, crowded with people, old people, children, couples, wearing festive clothes, holding hands and smiling warmly.

Walking all the way to the park, there are more people here, singing and dancing, selling barbecue toys, setting up night market stalls, and anchors singing live.

Stop and go along the way
Following the traces of juvenile drifting

……

Knowing this world for the first time

hang around
looking at the sky
Also willing to go through fire and water to walk it again

Fang Jing is a celebrity in Rongcheng, very popular, not many people don't know him, it is not an exaggeration to say that the old ladies dance in the square at night are all his songs.

The anchor who is now singing the wind is a man in his 40s, and his hoarse voice sings the desolation of the vicissitudes of life.

The New Year's Eve sings so badly, no wonder no one listens to him here.

I used to be overwhelmed by the size of the world
also indulged in dream talk
No truth, no struggle, no jokes
I once turned my youth into her

Once the fingertips popped up the midsummer
Let your heart move and let it go.

Humming softly and touching his pocket, Fang Jing took out a red envelope and gave it to the singer. He thought the house was very lively, and he had prepared dozens of red envelopes, but now it seems that they are useless.

"thank you, happy New Year!"

"Let's have fun!" Fang said.

Along the way, Fang Jing, whoever meets a person, who sells flowers or lanterns, will give out red envelopes and say happy new year to you.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!!"

At twelve o'clock, fireworks are everywhere. At this time, Fang Jing is standing on the top of Phoenix Mountain Park. From this angle, the whole county is in sight.

Small counties are not as good as big cities. There is no rule against setting off fireworks. Everyone sets them off in the yard or on the roof.

One ring after another, the sky was filled with colorful colors, I thought it was beautiful, Fang Jing took out his mobile phone to take a few photos and post them.

……

"Mr. 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." Looking at the pot, Xu Li laughed, "It seems that I came at the right time, Fang Hui, bring me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Good godmother!"

While eating, Xu Li said, "Why didn't I see you when I came here yesterday?"

"Going out to watch the fireworks!"

"Here's for you!" Xu Li took out a red envelope, "Fang Hui also has one, you two, each of you, have one."

"Thank you Teacher Xu!"

"Thank godmother!"

After getting the money, Fang Hui swallowed the dates and ate the dumplings and ran away.

Xu Li is tall and framed, and has a big appetite. In the north of them, they eat dumplings by the catty. Fang Jing knows that there are definitely not enough in the pot to fit his teeth, so he made a lot of them.

For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, as long as someone eats it, he will be very happy.

"Mr. Xu, haven't you gone home?"

"Aren't I just at home?"

"No! I'm talking about home in the North."

After so many years, Fang Jing seldom hears about her natal family, and the students accompany her during the New Year and holidays.

"Over there... I haven't been back for decades, and I have no home for a long time."

Why haven't you been back for decades?Fang Jing was puzzled, Xu Li was only in her 40s.

"Is Teacher Xu there? We're here to see you."

Fang Jing was about to speak when there was a sound of footsteps running upstairs from the stairwell.

Xu Li put down her chopsticks, stretched out her head and shouted, "The third floor!"

A few seconds later, seven or eight people rushed in, all of them were classmates. "Huh! Fang Jing? Why are you here?" It was Lei Yu, a junior high school classmate who spoke.

"This is my home, okay, where am I not here?"

"your home?"

"Well! I've lived here for more than a year! Don't you know?"

There are quite a few people who know where he lives, and Fang Jing thought they knew about it too.

"We didn't know that we were all studying outside and only came back during the winter vacation."

"Come here, come, what gift do you want to bring, really, put it on the coffee table." Fang Jing laughed.

"You have a good idea! This is for Teacher Xu. It smells so good. How many dumplings are there? I want to try the dumplings made by the big star."

"I also want!"

"I also want!"

"All of them, sit down first, and it will be ready soon!" Fang Jing opened the refrigerator and took out some dumpling skins, which he bought for Fang Hui to make himself.

A dozen or so people sat in a room, and the deserted atmosphere was swept away. Fang Jing's ears were almost deaf with the non-stop chattering.

"Fang Jing, bring me a cup!"

"Fang Jing, take 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 later! It's been many years, I don't say you don't know, do you?"

"Fang Jing, is this the attitude when you have guests? Where are the melons and fruits? Serve them quickly!"

The dust hit his face, Fang Jing was so nostalgic for the desertedness a few minutes ago, these people just used him as an animal.

……

After more than an hour, the gang finally left, Xu Li helped clean up the dishes, and Fang Jinglei 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."

Finding a pair of bowls and chopsticks, Fang Jing put the last four or five dumplings into the pot, one bite at a time.

"Mr. Xu, are you okay?"

Seeing Xu Li's distressed face, hesitating all the time, if it wasn't for entertaining classmates, Fang Jing would have wanted to ask.

(End of this chapter)