One person's entertainment

Chapter 54, Home
At present, Shen Lingyou has become famous with his two albums "Heart Too Soft" and "Shen Lingyou".

It also happens to be the Spring Festival, one of the peak periods for commercial performances in the year.

One of the purposes of becoming famous is to make money. Who doesn’t want to go home with a full wallet and spend a comfortable year?

So, after he became famous, he should have been involved in all kinds of activities.

It’s not that no one approached him. Five or six companies came to the Central Academy of Drama to talk to him.

The main reason was that there was no professional agent to do this, which led to no deal being reached in the end.

As a result, I can only comfort myself that the money now is just small money and there is no need to waste it because the big money is coming later.

Now that Huo Wenxi has been signed, everything will be back on track after the New Year.

This time, I'll go home and spend a relaxing year.

Shen Lingyou's family lives in the urban area of ​​Hangzhou, and his hometown is Shenjia Village, Huanshan Township, Fuyang City.

As far as he can remember, every year, unless he was too busy to come back, he would go back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year.

Grandpa died of illness when his father was a few years old, and the two brothers were raised by their grandmother alone.

My uncle had a miserable life. He never went to school and had been helping with farm work at home since he was old enough to understand. He got married when he was in his thirties and had a son and a daughter.

His father was lucky as he was the only educated person in the family. When he became rich, the first thing he did was to go back and build a large two-story bungalow.

The house of my hometown is at the entrance of the village. It can be seen from afar and is very eye-catching. It is the best house in the village.

"Wow~"

The barking of dogs spread in the dim yard, and soon a black mongrel rushed out from the gate.

"Dahei, your nose is very sensitive. You can smell it's me right away." Shen Lingyou squatted down and rubbed Dahei who was shaking his head and tail at him.

"Is it Lingyou?"

"Uncle, it's me."

The dim street lights came on, and standing at the door was my uncle Shen Yonghe, an authentic old farmer with wrinkles all over his bronze face.

"Your dad said you would be home on the 28th or 29th. How come you are early?" Shen Yonghe asked as he opened the door wide.

"I came back early after I finished my work." There was no telephone in the village, and there was no cell phone signal here. When Shen Lingyou called home before, he was not sure when he could leave, so he said it was later. He was afraid that if he said it too early, he would not be able to leave, and leave them waiting here anxiously.

"Come into the house and warm yourself by the fire. It's cold outside." Shen Yonghe moved sideways to welcome him in.

"Grandma, Mom and Dad, I'm back!" Shen Lingyou shouted as he walked, carrying large and small bags of things.

The shout was so loud that more than ten people came out of the house.

Shen Lingyou stood there in a daze.

"Xiao Qi is back. I haven't seen him for a year. He looks handsome again."

"He's grown taller, too. He must be about 1.8 meters tall."

"In our village, Xiao Qi is the only one who has a bright future. Not only did he get into college, he also became a big star."

They were all villagers, praising Shen Lingyou until their faces blushed, and they hurriedly called out: "Third uncle, third aunt..."

Shenjia Village, as the name suggests, is a village where most people with the surname "Shen" are related to each other to some extent.

Shen Lingyou was the seventh in his generation, so he was nicknamed "Little Seven", "Old Seven" and "Seventh Brother".

"Old Seven~"

"elder brother!"

Rushing to his side were his uncle's son Shen Lingguo and daughter Shen Lingfang, with smiles on their faces.

"I'll get it. You go and see grandma and your uncle and aunt." Shen Lingguo is four years older than him. He has the same personality as his uncle, simple and honest.

"Yes, brother, you haven't listened to what your second uncle and second aunt have been saying these days. Grandma misses you so much." Shen Lingfang is three years younger than him and has the most lively and lovely personality in the family.

"Yes, come in."

All the relatives asked him to come into the house quickly.

"Grandson~"

"Son~"

Immediately, the voices of grandma, parents came one after another.

"Come here quickly and let grandma take a good look at you." Grandma is 71 years old this year, and she is in good health and full of energy.

"Grandma, I'm coming." Shen Lingyou walked into the house in two steps. After talking to his grandmother for a while, his mother Jiang Xiuyue took his hand and said, "Kid, didn't you say you would be home on the 28th or 29th? You didn't tell me earlier that you were coming back early. I'll ask your dad to pick you up on a motorcycle."

Shen Lingyou had no choice but to explain it again.

There is only one dirt road from the village leading to the town, and it is difficult for cars to drive in, so he took a motorcycle taxi back.

Father Shen Yongchun asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Mother Jiang Xiuyue rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "Son has been traveling all day, he's hungry even if he eats now, go and make it."

"A little bit." Shen Lingyou had indeed been on the road all day, taking planes, cars, and motorcycles. His stomach began to growl, and he said, "Dad, just heat up the leftovers from dinner. I'll just have a couple of bites."

Shen Yongchun raised his eyebrows and said, "No way, I'll make you something fresh."

At this time, Shen Lingguo volunteered: "Uncle, you stay here and talk to Old Seven, I'll do it."

Shen Yongchun smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Shen Lingyou said quickly: "Brother, don't cook too much, just a bowl of noodles will be fine."

Shen Lingguo responded and went to the kitchen.

Afterwards, the scene began to turn into something that even Shen Lingyou, a community leader, could not handle: the friendly questions from relatives.

There is a large color TV at home, with a satellite dish installed, which can receive broadcasts from many TV stations.

My grandma likes to be lively. The children watch cartoons in the afternoon and the adults watch TV series in the evening.

"The Secret History of Kangxi" is very popular recently, and everyone gets together to watch the drama when they have nothing to do in the evening.

"Xiao Qi, your uncle saw on the end credits of this TV series that it says 'Theme song "Jiang Shan Wuxian" written by Shen Lingyou', is that you?"

"it's me."

"See, I was right."

Everyone's topic always revolves around Shen Lingyou and celebrities. I guess it was my parents who told them.

Fortunately, they didn’t see those reports about girls being killed by breasts, otherwise, they would be so embarrassed that they would have to find a hole to hide in.

The relatives were all tactful and left after talking for a while.

"Seventh Brother, take a look and see if it's enough. If not, I'll cook some more." Shen Lingguo brought over a big bowl of noodles.

"Enough, enough." Shen Lingyou was amazed. You couldn't even see the noodles in this bowl of noodles. It was covered with fried eggs, bacon, and chicken legs. It was too luxurious.

After filling his stomach, he began to distribute gifts. However, there were too many people and he didn't prepare enough, so he was delayed.

"Grandma, this is the supplement I bought for you..."

"Uncle, your shoes..."

"Aunt, your coat..."

"Brother, your watch..."

"Xiaofang, your Walkman..."

A lot of things, all daily necessities.

When I make more money, I will repair this road in the village into a cement road and buy some new furniture and appliances.

For now, that's all.

Looking at their son who knew how to care for his family, Shen Yongchun and Jiang Xiuyue smiled with relief and pride.

"Brother, I like your gift so much. There is only one person in our class who has it. I have seen it, but it is not as good as the one you gave me." Shen Lingfang couldn't put the Walkman down.

Are you comparing yourself with others? This is not okay. Shen Lingyou immediately gave his sister a good lesson.

"Brother, I understand." Shen Lingfang has been his follower since childhood, and his words are more effective than those of his own brother: "Brother, did you bring your album? I usually can only listen to it on the radio."

"Bring it."

"Yeah! Let's listen to music."

Shen Lingfang took the tape and went back to his room with the Walkman.

Shen Lingyou chatted about family matters with his grandmother, parents, uncle, aunt, and elder brother until midnight.

If grandma hadn't told him to go and rest, they would have talked for at least another hour.

(End of this chapter)