Rebirth of the Burning Era Chapter 89

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Loneliness is one of the greatest enemies of human beings, and when you are alone, if you send your sincere care, you will easily gain the sincerity of the other person.

Especially during the Chinese New Year, when thousands of families reunite, those families who send their husbands, wives, and children abroad are even more deserted.

Gay men are better. They are restrained in their emotions, gritted their teeth and endured it. No matter how hard they feel, except for the occasional twist of the corners of their mouths that shows the helplessness with deep affection, it is better to drink tea and drink tea.

But it is different for lesbians, especially young lesbians or old people. Every time Liang Yifei encounters such a family, even if it is the first time, the other party can often hold him to chat for hours, and he has to stay for dinner and go shopping. food, almost did not stay.

When he was about to leave, he sent him out, Yiyi's reluctant eyes made Liang Yifei feel distressed when he saw it.

It made Liang Yifei feel an inexplicable sense of contradiction. Damn, after all, these people were sent out by himself. They broke up other people's families on the front foot, and went to the door on the back foot to appease the lonely heart of the young woman... hey...

There was really a young woman named Bai Jie, who worked in the city organization department. After sending her husband abroad, it was too lonely to be at home alone during the Chinese New Year, so I suggested, Principal Liang, you should organize all the family members of these classmates, and we will spend the third year together. Ten, make dumplings to eat!

As expected of the organization department, I don't know how she connected, but within two days, everyone knew about it. Liang Yifei rushed the ducks to the shelves, and even if he wanted to refuse, he couldn't open his mouth.

Come on, let's go to the new era, in the auditorium, let's make dumplings for the New Year together.

Among the security guards, there is a man named Fan Dabiao who was born in the cooking class. The young man looks energetic. He doesn't look like he came out of the cooking class, but he looks like he was discharged from the honor guard. Drinks, buy stuffing and skins, buy wine, and give everyone a hot meal.

"Don't worry, boss, my teachers love to eat dumplings made by me!" Fan Dabiao held his head high and issued the military order.

Liang Yifei himself has a family, so he can't stay at school all in his 30s. In the afternoon, he will arrange a car first, take the three older uncles and aunts of his family to the school auditorium, and say hello to the old cow who stayed at the school. , let him help arrange the arrangement, and then rush home for the New Year's Eve dinner before the students come.

It was past six o'clock when we got home. Aunt Ping was in the kitchen wearing an apron and making dumplings, stuffed with mushrooms and pork. Liang Yicheng pulled Liang Yifei to the balcony and muttered that after the Chinese New Year, he wanted to go to lay a grave for his deceased wife. .

Liang Yifei's deceased "mother" was buried in his hometown, a small coastal place in Zhejiang Province. Liang Yicheng went to the grave every year, but this time, Liang Yifei heard something else.

"Dad, I agree, no problem." After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, walked to the living room, and bowed earnestly to the portrait hanging on the wall three times, then dragged a bench over, stood on it, and pushed the portrait from the wall. I took it off, carefully wrapped it in a velvet cloth, and put it in the first drawer carefully.

Liu Ping just came out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings she just ordered. Seeing this scene, the woman was obviously stunned.

Put down the plate, turned around and entered the kitchen again, slamming the door shut.

Immediately after, I heard intermittent, obviously suppressed sobbing from the kitchen.

Liang Yifei used his chopsticks to point in the direction of the kitchen, "Dad..."

"Lesbian, just let her cry, let's eat our food." Liang Yicheng poured Liang Yifei a small glass of white wine and said, "At the end of the year, we will go together."

"Go one!"

Liang Yicheng finished the wine, put down the glass, put a dumpling on Liang Yifei, and said, "Let's take a few sips first. If you have something to do at school, you can go there. You can come back at home anytime."

After a while, the kitchen door opened, and Liu Ping came out from inside, her eyes were red, but her face was already smiling, with a bottle of vinegar in her hand, she sat on the edge of the table, wiped her hands, and said with a smile: " Look at me, I forgot to get you vinegar."

Liang Yifei got up and pulled out the chair across from the table, and said, "Auntie, you can also sit down and eat. The family will celebrate the New Year together."

Liu Ping glanced at Liang Yicheng, Liang Yicheng tapped the chair with chopsticks, "Sit down, you have to wait for you if you don't eat me."

"Okay." Liu Ping unbuttoned her apron and sat down.

At this time, the firecrackers began to crackle outside, and even the sound of the color TV at home was suppressed. With the announcement of the hosts Zhao Zhongxiang and Ni Ping, the 1992 Spring Festival Gala kicked off.

Speaking of conscience, in the early 1990s, although the Spring Festival Gala was a bit dirty, it was still wonderful. There were very few fake things. It can be seen from each program that the creators and performers put a lot of thought into it, and it is worthy of doing it seriously. The five words "program", the good reputation of the early Spring Festival Gala, is accumulated over the years.

The seventh program, the song is solo, with a common style, the singer is the top female singer in China, no one.

It wasn't until after watching the show that Liang Yifei went out, took a taxi and went straight to Xinshida.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, the streets were like a ghost town, no bricks could hit anyone, and the taxi driver had entered a new era at a speed of almost 90 kilometers per hour.

"Boss, we won't be playing the meter during the Chinese New Year. You can give it to me." The driver said cheerfully.

Liang Yifei took out a sheet of fifty and handed it over, "Thank you, Happy New Year!"

The driver was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "Happy New Year, you get rich!"

Entering the new era, I first worshiped Lao Niu, who was on duty at the door, and another security guard. I saw the big auditorium brightly lit from a distance. I walked in and saw that I didn't know which house moved a 24 in the auditorium. Inch super large color TV, or imported Panasonic.

The Spring Festival Gala has just put on the eleventh program, Zhao Benshan's sketch, I want to have a home.

Below, there are two large tables. One table is full of dumplings that have not yet been placed. A female student is helping Fan Dabiao to go down. On the other table, the students are sitting around and eating dumplings. UU Reading www.uukanshu .com while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Seeing Liang Yifei coming, all the students stood up in unison.

"Everyone sit down!" Liang Yifei laughed and made a round bow, showing everyone an early life.

An old lady stood up with a cane and waved at Liang Yifei with a smile.

Liang Yifei hurried over to support him. The old man was a retired cadre, and his daughter went abroad in the new era.

The old man was old, full of white hair, and a little behind his ears, but he was in good spirits. From his personal pocket, he took out a big red paper bag and put it into Liang Yifei's hand: "Liang, aunt will send you a red envelope, It's getting better every year!"

When I took it over, I felt that this red envelope was probably one or two hundred, which was quite a lot. On a festive day, Liang Yifei did not refuse, he laughed and said loudly, "Then I have to give you a new year alone!"

As he spoke, he took a step back, slammed into the ground with a deep gesture, and said loudly, "I wish you a hundred years of life and good health!"

"It's good, it's all good!" The aunt smiled so that the folds on her face were glowing, and she said in a loud voice, "Have a good year, the dumplings are delicious, the TV is good, the people are good! It's all good!"

"If you want me to say, the dumplings are delicious today because the stuffing is good!" Bai Jie said with a smile on the side.

"That's right! Our Master Fan's craftsmanship isn't just a blowout!" Liang Yifei rushed to Fan Dabiao next to him and laughed.

Fan Dabiao giggled.

"Of course, Master Fan didn't say anything about his craftsmanship. But..." Bai Jie paused, looked around at the family members, and said, "Today's dumplings are not only wrapped in pork and cabbage, but also wrapped in affection!"

After speaking, he poured a glass of white wine, handed it to Liang Yifei, and said, "Principal Liang, on behalf of us left-behind family members, I would like to toast you! "

Chapter end

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