[Space] Xueba moves forward

Chapter 198

Like his grandson, Mr. Wen doesn't like to watch TV dramas very much. Of course, they still watch serious historical dramas. There are not many others that they can watch.

"Grandpa, this TV series is very good. It's called "The Taste of the Republic of China". It tells about your time."

"Oh?" Old Man Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, and he became a little interested in the name his grandson said. This name sounds unique to the subject matter.It's just... there are too many shoddy TV dramas nowadays, and more of them are for young people and housewives. There are too few serious and good stories, and very few of them can resonate with them. TV dramas, the generation gap between them and this era is also getting bigger and bigger.

Now that the TV series is playing, Mr. Wen is sitting opposite him. He can't do anything if he doesn't want to see it, so he put down the newspaper and folded it, and read it with his grandson.

Unexpectedly, after seeing this, he could no longer look away.

Wen Yicheng also watched it with relish while having breakfast. Although it was the second time he watched it, he still couldn't get tired of watching it. No matter every scene or story, every time he watched it, he felt that it was particularly interesting.However, it is better to watch this TV series after dinner. Watching it at night will make you want to starve to death!
Anyway, he still remembered that he had to go to work today, after breakfast, Wen Yicheng was ready to go out.It's just that he got up and left the dining table this time, while his old man was still sitting firmly on his seat, not moving at all, he was engrossed in staring at the TV screen, and didn't react at all to the fact that his grandson was about to go to work.

Wen Yicheng had no choice but to help his forehead. He saw his grandfather's reaction and knew that he was definitely as obsessed with this drama as he was. For those of them who were closer to that era, such a TV drama full of the flavor of the Republic of China , can definitely attract their attention.

but……

Wen Yicheng felt that it was still necessary for him to say something to his grandpa, "Well, grandpa, I'm going to work first, if you want to watch TV, you'd better sit on the sofa."

Unexpectedly, his kindness was ruthlessly waved away by his old man: "Go, go, you don't go to work one day, just remember to go home for dinner on Friday, and bring Lulu with you by the way."

Wen Yicheng:.Grandpa abandoned him for the TV series.

"...I know Grandpa, but you really like it so much?"

Mr. Wen glared at him, and quickly withdrew his gaze: "For you have the foresight, you will watch such a TV series. This kind of subject matter is quite rare, too rare, and the filming is very good, and many details are filmed with care , when I was young, my father took your grandfather and me to the pharmacy to get medicine, put me on the counter, and the shopkeeper would give me a handful of Meisu pills. And the milk point of Mr. Fengsheng, they are all unique. In summer, Fengsheng Gong also sells sour plum soup and sweet-scented osmanthus plum cake. At that time, the sour plum soup was authentic, without any fakes. Drink a bowl, and there are thick sour plum soup hanging on the side of the porcelain bowl. Plum stained glaze."

Speaking of life at that time, Mr. Wen couldn't help rambling on, with some emotion and nostalgia in his words. In fact, he only occasionally chatted with a few old friends and recalled it on weekdays. People who haven't really experienced it can't understand it. People of that era have feelings for that hometown at that time.

Mr. Wen was also a little surprised when he first watched "The Taste of the Republic of China", because he never thought that such a TV series would really film the basic necessities of that era. No matter the atmosphere or details, it was rendered quite realistically. It makes people feel like they have returned to the distant and familiar old Beiping.

"Okay, okay, you don't understand what I'm telling you, go to work quickly!" Mr. Wen waved his hand and pretended to be disgusted.

(End of this chapter)