He Weidong answered the phone quickly, but he was still shouting to someone on the other end: "Okay, okay, call me... Jing Xing, Xiaoyuan hung up just as she was about to pick you up."

"I don't dare to disturb her." Yang Jingxing said, not daring to be disrespectful to his elders: "I originally wanted to report my ideological work to you and my aunt at noon, but Yuanyuan told me not to get too happy too early."

He Weidong said: "I think she is very early." His voice was still a little guilty.

"You wronged a good person..." He Peiyuan came over quickly and furiously: "What's so early? I just came back after eating and going for a walk!"

He Weidong did not argue: "You said you said..."

"What for?" He Peiyuan still confirmed: "Who is it?"

"Me!" Yang Jingxing paused: "A famous composer."

"Ah..." He Peiyuan screamed, and she couldn't slow down for a long time: "Do you want to be shameless? He screamed first, a famous composer!"

Yang Jingxing seemed unable to hear the laughter of the elders over there: "Why don't you hurry up and get a feel for your famous boyfriend? After tonight, not many people will recognize you."

"I feel your size!" He Peiyuan really laughed out loud: "...Is it really famous like you? Can you be a little more reserved?"

"Strike while the iron is hot." Yang Jingxing said anxiously: "Let me please my mother-in-law."

"You are so shameless..." He Peiyuan seemed really unhappy: "No!"

Yang Jingxing heard the ringing: "Whose call is it?"

"It's not mine." He Peiyuan really knew how to lie: "It's my dad's, my mom's."

Yang Jingxing begged: "Hurry up. I still want to eat. If I've been out for too long, they'll say I'm not reserved anymore."

"You go and eat..." He Peiyuan tried both ways: "For those of you who don't know, Puhai number."

"Let's pick it up first." Yang Jingxing guessed: "It's probably from the group, so don't be too reserved."

"It's really a disaster for the fish in the pond." He Peiyuan complained, obviously not very enthusiastic: "Hello..."

Fan Yali's voice was even softer: "Has Xiao Yang eaten?"

"It's just been on the table for a while." Yang Jingxing said without any embarrassment: "Today at grandma's house, they didn't even have the heart to cook when the news came at noon."

Fan Yali, hehehe, He Peiyuan seems to be receiving a call from a classmate.

Yang Jingxing had something to say: "Auntie, the Zhengzhou Song and Dance Theater has put on a new play. I heard that the quality is very high and the cast in front of and behind the scenes is luxurious. There will be two shows in Pingjing in March. Puhai has not been scheduled yet. You and your uncle will go there then.

How about spending two days in Pingjing?"

"No need." Fan Yali didn't think about it at all: "It's too troublesome."

Yang Jingxing said sincerely, "You and uncle should take some time to relax. I should still be in Pingjing at that time, and Yuanyuan wants to see it too."

"You are busy with your business." Fan Yali said seriously: "The burden will be heavier in the future. Take a good rest when you have time. Don't send Xiaoyuan back and forth in the middle of the night. We will go and show her the car in two days."

"I'm not too worried about her traveling alone." Yang Jingxing was worried: "It turns out that my uncle and I divide the work. My uncle is responsible for going to work and I am responsible for getting off work. But I am a little busy at the beginning of the new year, but it should be fine after Yuanyuan finishes her exams.

about there."

"Not that kind of service." Fan Yali was amused: "Just be careful and you'll be fine. You should also be careful when driving... Go to dinner quickly. I'll be happy with my grandma."

"I won't be able to eat well now." Yang Jingxing was very verbose: "You can go to Pingjing for a trip. Yuanyuan said that when she was a child, the family was so tight on time that she didn't even see the Temple of Heaven. You even scolded her."

"She will remember this!" Fan Yali almost shouted, "Xiao Yang, you eat first, work is important, don't miss important phone calls, talk to Xiao Yuan when you have time."

"Give your uncle the phone number." Yang Jingxing didn't seem to give up...

After being solidly rejected by both elders, Yang Jingxing temporarily gave up, because He Peiyuan, who had previously promised to support the plan, was already nostalgic about the school days with her classmates, and it was not just a matter of three or five minutes.

The famous composer went back to continue eating but found that the scene in the room was strange. The enthusiastic people from across the door came again but did not sit in the room. Six or seven people stood in the entrance hall with their grandmothers accompanying them. Most of the smiles on their faces were a bit awkward. Dinner table

Only grandpa was still holding chopsticks. My aunt seemed to sympathize with Xiao Shuxia, who was wiping tears while listening to the phone. My uncle also sat silently, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Yang Jingxing calmed down and asked the educator: "Have you eaten?"

Educationalists nodded repeatedly.

Yang Jingxing seemed to be unable to see the situation clearly: "Drink more?"

Educationalists shook their heads again

, but his grandmother-in-law, Grandma Zhang, was not too polite. She rushed to the table and quickly glanced at the food and wine, then scolded Yang Jingxing with a heartbroken look: "Guangzong Yaozu, Guangzong Yaozu!"

Xiao Shuxia's tone when talking on the phone was full of grievance and anxiety: "It's useless, nothing we say is useless... Just tell him and see what you can do?"

Yang Chengyi also dared to be serious with his wife: "How can I explain clearly what is going on now?"

Educators should have seen the situation clearly: "You can eat, we will go over..."

Grandma seemed very sincere: "Eat some more, drink some thin wine, and sit down as long as you can."

It didn't work out, so the educationist gathered his whole family and pushed him out the door, hoping to talk again if there was a chance.

Yang Chengyi immediately stood up to see off the guests: "I'm sorry then..."

When he saw a famous composer coming to see him off while being polite, the educationist immediately responded by shaking hands: "...can you please leave your phone number?"

Yang Jingxing took out his cell phone: "I'll call you..."

No one was seen on TV

Grandma Zhang immediately grabbed the composer's hand. Today can be regarded as the reunion of the two generations after a long separation. She was so excited that she didn't know where to start after holding hands with each other: "...your mother came out of the cabinet in 1986, and Xiao Shuyun was two years earlier."

I remember it well in 1984!"

Everyone here nodded, yes, yes, Yang Chengyi was the most grateful: "You have been a big help."

Xiao Shuxia was able to do two things at once: "Auntie, please sit down for a while and I'll talk to you."

Grandma Zhang's momentum suddenly increased and she spoke louder: "At that time, it was still the old health bureau, and Yang Guoyun was the chairman of the labor union..."

"Deputy!" Grandpa was more serious.

Grandma Zhang poked the composer's arm with her finger: "During the Chinese New Year, we used a car to pull us. Your uncle and your father kept going upstairs and downstairs. The two rooms in the old building of the Health Bureau are so big in total. Do you remember?

?”

Grandma knows her family's affairs better: "How can I remember that when we moved, Wang Hui was still walking unsteadily and couldn't remember anything, and my mother hadn't even left yet!"

Grandma Zhang’s son and father-in-law, who is an educator, lamented: “At that time, many people didn’t have TV, so they would go to work to watch TV at night.”

The uncle was a little skeptical: "I have almost bought all the TVs..."

This time it became very lively, and all the Jiuchun people present except for the post-00 generation were reminded of the fact that the Qingying Reservoir Power Station was completed in 1992, and a trip to Puhai at that time was a great way to see the world.

But Yang Jingxing had to answer the phone again: "Captain, did you get up so early?"

"Call me at home." Wen Fujiang asked, "Did you watch the news just now?"

"See." Yang Jingxing would flatter you: "You are very energetic."

"The old cucumber is painted green." Wen Fujiang chuckled, "Didn't the consulate broadcast it?"

Yang Jingxing replied: "I didn't see it."

"This is a bit embarrassing." Wen Fujiang worried: "It was very warm last night, and there will be entertainment today."

Yang Jingxing said: "Give us a little more time to show our faces. They are so upright and upright. Just drink one more drink."

Wen Fujiang laughed: "They must have reported it here. They have more first-instance and second-instance procedures. Don't they want the official tone to be too strong? What do you think?"

Yang Jingxing did not have this kind of wisdom: "Maybe, the main purpose of celebrating the festival is to highlight the festive atmosphere."

Wen Fujiang provided another clue: "Director Cao had more communication with Reporter Xiao and said that the topic had been submitted a long time ago. Because the cultural and educational ones were not easy to choose, I chose a random one to report on some typical international event.

I don’t know much about this either.”

Yang Jingxing didn't understand even more: "I think we should focus on talking about Teacher Wang and their hard work..."

"No, no." Wen Fujiang reasoned: "Those workers, I heard from my son, are really having a hard time..."

Wen Fujiang also had a lot of phone calls to make. Yang Jingxing only stood on the balcony for five or six minutes before he could go back. Everyone watching the excitement had left and the door to the house was closed. His relatives had picked up their chopsticks and were more relaxed than before. Auntie was still very concerned:

"Hurry and have a few bites, it will come again later!"

Xiao Shuxia was smiling as she spoke to the mobile phone that had been placed on the table: "Also, if you think he is simple, I will tell you again after I get there!"

The phone was on speakerphone, and Xiao Shuyun's aura could be heard by his relatives: "Don't be verbose and tell me now! I've been anxious and irritable all afternoon!"

Xiao Shuxia ordered her son: "Auntie has something serious to tell you!"

Yang Jingxing picked up the phone anyway: "Thank you, aunt and uncle."

What came over the phone was my cousin's question: "What about me? Who will take you to play during the winter and summer vacations?"

"?" Then Xiao Shuyun also asked what he wanted to thank?

Relatives are not that particular. They can talk while eating, and it is not all rhetoric. My aunt and uncle really want to talk about serious things. They almost ask Yang Jingxing to be a dedicated composer in the future. The company can be sold or dissolved directly, let alone

Wang Hui's advice is to be more conservative when it comes to getting involved in the entertainment industry. You can still try out 402 pop music, but you must have high requirements and high taste as the news says.

Isn't it just money? Xiao Shuyun is not afraid of offending her brother-in-law: "We are all responsible for the glory of the Xiao family. Your uncle, aunt and I, the whole family divides the work. We have a house and a car, which is just for living expenses."

Seeing that the uncles didn't object, Xiao Shuxia reminded her sister loudly: "That's not just living expenses."

My aunt remembered and shouted: "Xiao Chen, do you still want to eat?"

Xiao Chen was the most cheerful when he slipped out of the room: "Five hundred yuan in hand!"
To be continued...