Restart the world

Chapter 134
When Wanli returned to Wenjing's room, just in time for the opening song and dance of the Spring Festival Gala, which was full of flowers and flowers, he lost interest after just a few glances.

Before the opening of the era of practice, what the common people look forward to most is not singing and dancing, but cross talk and sketches.After the opening of the era of practice, the most anticipated thing is still not singing and dancing, but acrobatics.

Practitioners can do acrobatics however they want. The most difficult acrobatics in the past can now be performed by any E-level martial artist after half a year of training, let alone some C-level 'acrobat masters'. The acrobatic moves that come out are often amazing.

As for the B-level acrobat performer Wan Li, I haven't heard of it yet.As time goes by, more and more people step into D-level and C-level, but the number of B-level people is still limited.

Nuo University has a population of 700 million in Bincheng. Except for Director Liao and Liu Miao, the only thing Wanli knows is that the head of the practice department of Bincheng Polytechnic and Maritime Affairs is B-level. Just about ten.

However, as batches of spirit stones are dug out from the major spirit stone mines in China, and then distributed, the number of B-level people may usher in an expansion, and they are no longer rare species. After all, they are as close to B-level as Sister Yu and Second Uncle. There are quite a few people...

Probably knowing what the audience likes to watch, the second show is acrobatics. The performers are actually a group of soldiers from the military art troupe.

Wan Li yawned boredly, then forced himself to look at the program list, the next program seemed to be a sketch by his goddess Jia Lin, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep...

……

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain on the southwest side of Xiling in Xiema Village, a group of six people touched the mountain.

The leader is a slightly fat young man over 1.8 meters tall.He has the same thick eyebrows and big eyes as Wan Li, and his eyebrows are slanted, he looks more powerful than angry.

"Boss Zheng, it's up to you to guide the way." His voice was resonant and recognizable. In this silent mountain forest, he suddenly spoke and frightened a middle-aged man behind him staggering. help.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"It's all right... Brother Fat, please keep your voice down. I don't know if there are people from the Martial Arts Bureau patrolling this mountain..."

"Don't worry, we won't meet anyone." A young man carrying a package said, "We have already investigated the situation. There are only two people on patrol tonight. If you encounter them, you will be knocked out."

The middle-aged man's face turned bitter, but you can just run away. I have a big business in Bincheng, and I was seen to be a kid...

"What, Boss Zheng, are you scared?" The fat young man raised his eyebrows and looked back.

"No, no," the middle-aged man quickly shook his head: "Xiaowei, you asked Shiyu where the valley is, right? Lead the way."

The boy hesitated for a moment: "Dad, we're stealing spirit stones, it's against the law..."

"Xiaowei!" The middle-aged man quickly covered his mouth and apologized again and again: "Brother Fat, Xiaowei is young and ignorant, don't be offended..."

"It's okay, but how can you call it stealing? It's just borrowing the resources of cultivation. Don't worry, kid... huh?" The six people stopped in their tracks, and there was a big hole that had just been dug in front of them.

"Heh, interesting, we are not the only ones coming to borrow cultivation resources during the Chinese New Year..."

"Don't worry, Brother Fat, Xiaowei knows the route. Others digging around will definitely not be as rewarding as ours, but what if we bump into someone else who came to steal...borrowing spirit stones?"

"Just lead the way, and I'll take care of the rest." The chubby young man squeezed his eyebrows, and his eyebrows were almost raised, "It's better to have someone help digging!"

……

In the hotel, Wan Li's expression was blank.

Wen Jing's 'giggle' laughter filled his mind when he saw the goddess' sketch.

The two watched the Spring Festival Gala on a mobile phone. Of course, they couldn't be too far apart. They basically lay side by side on the bed, and their laughter sounded very loud.

It's nothing, but when she smiles, the phone screen will be occupied by a face that looks like her—Wen Jing's mother, and then the two will "giggle" at the same time to discuss the joke just now. Wan Li thinks that Uncle Wen these years It's not easy.

When I was concentrating on watching TV, there was a talkative guy next to me, and two of them exploded in an instant...

"Let's search online tomorrow." Wan Li helplessly watched the goddess step off the stage, followed by another song and dance, which was a bit boring.

Wen Jing also became less interested, and suddenly turned sideways and bumped Wan Li down with her shoulder, and said, "Let's go and ask those eight people to pay New Year's greetings to the family. I don't think they look like bad people. Those who celebrate the New Year can't even watch the Spring Festival Gala." It's pathetic..."

Wan Li frowned, hesitated, and the screen in front of him changed to Uncle Wen's face, and he said, "Xiao Jing, don't be ignorant, it is illegal to provide communication tools to serving prisoners without permission!"

Wen Jing pouted: "Oh."

Wan Li pondered for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing, just don't let them contact you? Let's help them send blessings to their families, only one sentence, it's not a big problem, just go for a walk!"

Wen Jing immediately beamed with joy: "Dad, Mom, let's hang up the video for a while, and reconnect in half an hour!"

……

As time went by, Wan Li and Wen Jing, who were grateful for the eight other reform-through-labor inmates who had been greeted at home, continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

One program after another passed, the time quietly reached 12 o'clock, and the New Year's bell rang!
The two said Happy New Year to Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen for the first time, and then looked at each other with a smile and asked each other Happy New Year.

"Wanli, who will you give New Year's greetings to next?"

Wan Li thought for a moment: "Uncle Wen, the video is down, I have to say New Year greetings to the elders."

I met a lot of people last year, and there are many more people who want to pay New Year's greetings. Aunt Sheng, Director Liao, Liu Miao, Sister Yu, Deputy Director General...

It took tens of thousands of minutes to greet one by one, and then he opened WeChat and clicked on the classmate group. Many people sent out red envelopes for New Year greetings, and grabbed the red envelopes one by one, 1 point, 1 cents, 8 yuan 1...

Wan Li thought for a while: "Wen Jing, bring you with me in New Year's greetings, or will you log on to WeChat later?"

"Take me, anyway, it's no secret that we are both in the Lingshi Mine."

Wan Li nodded and sent a 100 yuan red envelope: "Wen Jing and I wish everyone a happy new year."

Wen Jing blinked and took the phone: "I'll use your WeChat to send New Year greetings to Sister Xiaoqi and Nier."

She opened Wanli's address book and scrolled down. Wanli didn't react for a moment, her heart sank slightly, and Wen Jing's face turned red: "Wanli Yang, please explain to me... who is 'Wen Bianbian'?!"

"... Cough, um... I'll go downstairs to pay New Year's greetings to Brother Dong and the others." Wan Li hurriedly got up, but was overthrown by Wen Jing's slap.

She turned on the sheep again, grabbed the sheep's neck with both hands, "Wan Liyang, go to hell!"

Wan Li quickly cooperated, rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and made a look of dying.

Wen Jing pinched and laughed, "Don't pretend to be dead, quickly change the note to Wen Fairy for me!"

"Okay, okay!" Wan Li pursed his lips, how could he be thicker than himself?
Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and then someone DUANG, DUANG knocked on the door: "Open the door! The police check the room!"

Wen Jing froze for a moment, regained her senses, looked down at the thousands of miles below her, her face turned red instantly, this time was different from before, she was riding the sheep head-on.

"How could there be police rounds, we... Hey! Isn't it right?"

Wan Li blinked, and patted her calf: "Go down, it sounds like Director Liao's voice, it's Chinese New Year... Am I hallucinating?"

"Don't open the door?! I hit the door!"

"It's him, it's him!"

　One more chapter, soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)