Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Returning home is a momentous occasion for travelers.

My mother went home after the card game ended.

My dad also rushed back from the countryside.

Of course, the neighbors next door also came over to join in the fun.

Old Qian's house suddenly became lively.

After the excitement subsided, Qian Lang finally had time to have a proper talk with his parents.

He used to dislike chatting with his parents because they couldn't connect on a deeper level.

This time, he found that... it was still the same.

However, he became patient.

Of course, on his way back, he also went to the bank and withdrew 10 yuan.

When he gave the money to Old Qian, Old Qian couldn't stop smiling.

However, he didn't laugh for long, as his mother quickly took the money away.

Qian Lang looked at everything with satisfaction.

In the days that followed, Qian Lang lived a very comfortable life.

He would brag, drink, and play cards with his childhood friends, often staying out until the wee hours of the morning.

He can chat with the old men and women in the village for an entire afternoon.

Before we knew it, the Spring Festival of 2003 had arrived.

On New Year's Eve, his mother was busy from morning till night, preparing a large table of dishes.

He and his father were also busy putting up Spring Festival couplets and cleaning the house.

We started having our New Year's Eve dinner together at 3 p.m., which was quite early.

As for the evening, and the Spring Festival Gala... I definitely won't watch that.

Right after finishing his meal, Qianlang was dragged off to play mahjong.

When he returned, it was almost midnight.

Then comes the setting off of firecrackers and fireworks to bid farewell to the old year!

Of course, he also had other things to do.

Liu Tao called him, and the two talked for five minutes before hanging up.

Liu Yifei sent him a text message, but he was too lazy to reply.

Liu Xiaoli's boyfriend did reply.

Of course, there are also those by Su Chang, Yang Lei, Hu Jun, Zhang Jizhong, and so on...

Qian Lang replied to each message one by one, and by the time he finished, his phone was almost out of battery.

He sat by the door, looking at the night sky in the distance, where fireworks were exploding, colorful and illuminating half the sky.

"Ah Lang, go inside the shrine and burn some incense."

Mr. Qian shouted from the second-floor balcony.

"Got it!"

Qian Lang replied.

He turned back into the house, picked up the prepared incense, candles, and paper money from the octagonal table, and headed towards the small shrine at the east end of the village.

Inside the small hall, people were already burning incense, and the air was filled with smoke, while outside, the sound of firecrackers grew even louder.

Happy New Year!

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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we eat and play.

Visiting relatives on the second, third, and fourth days of the Lunar New Year;

Class reunion on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year!

A long-awaited class reunion.

Qian Lang remembered attending a high school reunion in his past life.

It was called a class reunion, but it was more of a bragging session.

At that time, the students were still young, so they weren't so materialistic.

Just that!

Even now, he can still remember the disdainful looks he received from several female classmates in his past life.

That's actually normal.

Their class was a top-tier class; getting into Zhejiang University of Technology was considered a poor result.

He ended up at the Beijing Film Academy.

If we don't despise him, who should we despise?

He regretted going to this class reunion even more.

Damn it, he became famous, he made money, and he's still looked down upon.

Ok!

Other people work in banks, are civil servants, or work for Fortune 500 companies... he's nothing!

If he still had the mindset of a young person, he would definitely say something like, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; don't underestimate a young person's potential."

But I'm not in the mood for it right now.

You look down on me, and I can't be bothered with you anyway.

So this class reunion is probably a once-in-a-lifetime event.

At a class reunion, before the drinks were finished, Qian Lang made an excuse to leave.

It was already evening of the fifth day of the lunar new year.

According to his plan, he was to return to Beijing on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and he was already thinking about what to do after he got there.

The film crew was a small world of its own, but Beijing was the real world of its own.

It's not that easy to get by there.

Of course, it's not entirely without clues.

He won't give up on Liu Yifei.

Su Chang also needs to consider what to do next.

Of course, the most important person is Ning Hao, his college classmate, who may be his treasure trove.

Just then, a voice came from behind me.

"Money Wave!"

Qian Lang turned around in surprise.

"Zhang Ying?"

Zhang Ying wasn't actually his classmate. They were classmates in the first year of high school, but were separated into different classes in the second year.

He was in the science class, while Zhang Ying was in the humanities class.

Moreover, Zhang Ying was someone he absolutely couldn't aspire to be with; she was the top liberal arts student in the county, a top student at Tsinghua University, and currently studying in the United States...

In short, the two are not on the same level.

"Want to go for a walk? I don't want to stay inside anymore, it's so boring."

Zhang Ying said with a smile.

She's not very tall, only about 1.6 meters, but she's very beautiful.

She had an oval face and almond-shaped eyes, which shone brightly under the dim streetlights.

I wore a gray wool coat today, which made me look very sophisticated.

Qian Lang was still a little suspicious, but he decided to just go for it.

"Okay, I haven't visited this town in a long time either."

Qian Lang was telling the truth.

In his previous life, he moved to Hangzhou before he was 30, and later his parents also went there, so he visited this small town less often.

"Um!"

Zhang Ying, with her hands in her pockets, spoke side-by-side with Qian Lang.

"Do you look down on those people inside?"

Zhang Ying continued speaking.

"How could I? They are the elite of humanity, how could I dare?"

The two walked and talked.

"Haha, look at the sour grapes in your mouth. But you're right, they really are quite ignorant. Do you even know anything about Hollywood?"

"Hollywood? You overestimate me!"

"I'm just stating a trend. Leonardo DiCaprio's current salary is $2000 million, which is 1.5 million RMB. A medium-sized enterprise in our country doesn't even have that much output in a year."

Qian Lang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He understood what Zhang Ying meant.

She meant that there is great potential in being an actor.

However, she still underestimated Qian Lang's... ability to show off!

"Leonardo? Have you ever heard of Harvey Weinstein?"

Qian Lang turned around and looked at Zhang Ying with a smile as he spoke.

Zhang Ying was stunned!

She had never heard of that name before.

And then there's Qian Lang's eyes.

Under the streetlights, she was a little afraid to look directly at them.

"Who is he?"

Zhang Ying looked away as she spoke.

"Go look it up yourself, there's no point in me telling you."

"Hmph, men like you are the most boring."

"Haha, this is good, girl, we're home!"

Qian Lang unknowingly brought Zhang Ying to her home.

Zhang Ying rolled her eyes as she looked at the familiar surroundings.

"So you do know where I live?"

"Of course! Your mom is my homeroom teacher. Let me tell you, I've wanted to smash your windows for a long time. Your mom almost drove me to my death back then."

"Get out of here! Who told you not to study properly? Mom, why are you downstairs?"

Qian Lang shuddered involuntarily upon hearing this.

When he turned around, he realized he had been tricked by the girl.

"Are you crazy? Don't you know that people can scare each other to death?"

Qian Lang said irritably.

"I'm leaving! See you again someday."

"Wait, your phone number."

"International calls are expensive, let's talk about it when you get back to China."

Qian Lang turned and left, waving his hand as he spoke.

Zhang Ying watched him with a smile from behind.

She suddenly realized that Qian Lang was much more mature than his peers, and being with him made her feel very comfortable.

Just then, another voice came from behind her.

"Xiaoying, you're back! Who's that?"

"Hahaha, someone you almost drove to their death."

"Nonsense, go inside quickly, it looks like it might snow today."

As Shen Ping spoke, she glanced again at the figure that was about to disappear into the night.

My daughter has grown up.