Actor: My Entertainment Era

Chapter 7 Homecoming Puppet Book 2
After the three brothers and sisters became sensible, the situation at home has improved greatly.

Parents attached great importance to education, so each of the three brothers and sisters learned an art.I don't want to make a career out of it, I just want to learn some elegant things to cultivate my sentiment.

The boss chose music, playing piano and violin well.Although he learned computer in the end, he didn't use the music from elementary school.

The second child, Zhang Yuanying, can draw, and now he is studying design in France, so it is not a waste of pen and ink that was wasted when he was a child.

The third grade school of Zhang Yuanjun Elementary School opened a calligraphy class. Once a week, he has been writing calligraphy for more than ten years, until now.

My father admired Zhang Yuanjun's learning calligraphy very much. He liked to write when he was young, but he didn't have the conditions when he was studying, and he couldn't ask a good teacher to learn it systematically.

Zhang Yuanjun learned calligraphy, but he practiced hard for several years with the teachers from the local calligraphy association.

In previous years, the Spring Festival couplets were written by his father. This year, Zhang Yuanjun made an exception to write:

"You who are at the gate write it to see if you have been neglected this year. If you write well, I will give you a few hundred more lucky money this year."

The table is covered with red paper sprinkled with gold, and the pen and ink are ready to be put aside.

"What are you writing this year?"

"You look at the writing, you want to appreciate both the refined and the vulgar." The father deliberately tested Zhang Yuanjun.

"That's not easy. There are hundreds of blessings in the Heshun family, and the word peace is worth a thousand gold." Zhang Yuanjun opened his mouth and came.

Father was stunned: "This couplet is older than me, how many years have it been, and I still write it."

"Happy living in the treasure land is prosperous for thousands of years, and everything is prosperous according to the blessings of the family."

"It's too vulgar. Did you learn this in school?" Father Zhang had to re-examine the knowledge in his son's belly.

"I have an elegant one. The water flow is urgent and the environment is always quiet. Although the flowers fall frequently, they are leisurely. There is no noise in the horizontal batch of carriages and horses." Zhang Yuanjun is very proud of this couplet.

But my father was still dissatisfied: "Elegant is elegant enough, but this is more like a couplet in the study, and it is not suitable for Chinese New Year stickers."

"You think the vulgar is vulgar, and you say it's inappropriate if it's elegant." The mother supported her son.

Zhang Yuanjun's brain was aroused, and he said with a smile: "I have a couplet, which is very vulgar and elegant.

"Fire a thousand sticks of firecrackers to burn the poor ghosts away. Over the past few years, I have been harassed by this little servant with empty hands; I burn three sticks of high incense to bring in the God of Wealth. From now on, I wish you, old master, to bless me with a hundred thousand loincloths. How can there be more than enough ointment to moisten the cold spring.

"How about it, do you dare to post it if I dare to write it?" Zhang Yuanjun laughed jokingly.

"Isn't that what the Spring Festival couplets all over the street mean? I'll use you to write them." My father also laughed.

The mother said teasingly: "You are a high school graduate, what are you pretending to be knowledgeable in front of college students. Let your son write, and I will post what I write."

My father said, "How could I have the opportunity to study in the past seven years? Eight out of ten people my age in the village are illiterate. If I went to high school, I would be considered highly educated. If it wasn't for the policy at the time, I wouldn't be able to go to university."

"I'm not happy to say a few words about you. I've been talking about this nonsense for decades, and I'm tired of hearing it. Hurry up and write it, post it, and I'll cook." After finishing speaking, my mother turned and went into the kitchen.

After the father and son finished writing, they carried a small ladder, and Zhang Yuanjun posted the Spring Festival couplets.

Zhang Yuanjun did not celebrate the New Year in the north, but in his hometown, the New Year has never been like what the Spring Festival Gala said. People all over the country watched the Spring Festival Gala while eating the New Year’s Eve dinner.

At 04:30 in the afternoon at Zhang Yuanjun's house, he started eating before it was dark. Zhang Yuanjun drank some wine with his parents.

Halfway through the meal, both parents' mobile phones rang.

Don't think about it, the boss and the second must have made an appointment to call back.

I still remember last year, when my second sister spent Chinese New Year abroad in her first year, she cried loudly with thirty firecrackers on the phone.

Zhang Yuanjun made fun of her again this year, and Zhang Yuanying was so angry that she yelled on the phone:
"Mom, hit him for me."

The mother slapped Zhang Yuanjun on the back hard: "You dare to call through the phone, and wait for her to come back if you have the ability."

Household routines are all very trivial and unnutritious things. The mother told the pair of children on the other side of the ocean by phone what she cooked for this year's New Year's Eve dinner:

"Just me, your dad and the third child. We didn't do much, just six bowls."

"Linlin from your aunt's house brought her boyfriend back for the New Year."

"Don't forget to call your grandma and grandparents to pay New Year's greetings. Half a month ago, you asked the eldest and the second if they will come back this year."

"It's good to celebrate the New Year with Chinese friends, it's lively."

"Also, have you received the things I sent you two? If it's not convenient for the school to open fire, you can take them to Chinatown and pay some processing fees for them to make. Don't be stingy, ask a few more classmates and teachers to eat together. Did you hear that?"

"I heard it." The two elder members of the Zhang family said in unison.

"Tell your dad."

"I have nothing to say." Father Zhang didn't know what to say to the phone, "Don't cause trouble outside, study hard. That's it, hang up, I'll eat."

"You are a stubborn person." After hanging up the phone, the mother scolded the father, "Last night, you sighed and said that the two older ones were not there, and the house was not lively enough. Now you tell me that you don't say anything."

"No one is here, so what do I say over the phone. Eat and eat."

After dinner, my father sat in the living room and smoked a cigarette before going out.

"Who are you playing cards with again?" Mother said while tidying up. "The stool at home is so hot that I can't sit on it for a minute."

The mother put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, wiped the table clean, and asked her son, "Will you go out later?"

"I'm not going out, I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala." Zhang Yuanjun was already sitting on the sofa, ready to turn on the TV with the remote control.

"Well, you wash the dishes. I'll go out."

"And my dad, you don't want to go out and play mahjong." Zhang Yuanjun laughed.

Mother didn't listen to him at all, she smiled, changed her shoes and went out.

Zhang Yuanjun said in his heart that watching the Spring Festival Gala may have a different feeling in this situation.

But after watching several programs, there was no fluctuation in my heart.

After all, he was spoiled by the huge entertainment resources in his previous life, so Zhang Yuanjun couldn't arouse any interest in this party.

The TV was on, firecrackers were crackling outside the window, and Zhang Yuanjun's cell phone began to jingle.

They are all New Year's greeting text messages from classmates and friends, and those who are interested can send MMS.

Now there is no such thing as "group sending without reply", but Zhang Yuanjun doesn't have the patience to reply one by one.

Then I also edited a text message:
"You know that there were two great men in ancient China: Confucius and Laozi, so Laozi will help you solve the problems that Confucius can't solve in this world. The new year is here, and Laozi is here. I wish you a happy new year! Haha, don't get it wrong, Laozi sends you blessings, you should feel honored!"

OK, select a contact, and send in groups!

Hengdian, the crew of "Sword of Immortal Sword", the crew is still rushing to work during the Chinese New Year, but today they finished work earlier.

Liu Yifei was lying in her room, flipping through the New Year's greetings text messages from her friends, and giggled when she saw the one from Zhang Yuanjun:
"This man is too funny."

Then he replied: "I also wish you a happy new year, hehe."

(End of this chapter)