novelraw Chapter 118 New Year's Eve
Chapter 118 New Year's Eve
Chapter 118 New Year's Eve
Today is the last day for Lu An and Zhao Yunqing to work part-time at Beifeng Films.
There is only one week until the Chinese New Year, and the part-time job can come to an end.
After get off work, Jiang Mou proposed to have a dinner at a nearby restaurant as a farewell to the two of them.
A total of five people, drinking happily.
……
"It's too late, I'll take you back." As soon as he walked out of the restaurant, Lu An shivered when the cold wind blew. Looking at the dark night, Lu An suggested.
"Ah, uncle, what will you do after you send me back?" Zhao Yunqing was about to call his father and ask him to come and pick him up.
"It's okay, I'll take a taxi and come back." Lu An shook his dizzy head, took out his mobile phone, and was about to call an online car-hailing car when Jiang Mou suddenly said:
"Xiao An."
"Director Jiang, what's the matter?"
"I'll stay at your place tonight, okay? I smell like alcohol all over my body, why might your sister-in-law dislike me when I go back?"
"Sure." Lu An naturally wouldn't mind.
"That's okay, you can call a driver for us, and go straight back to your room. When you get there, just call me." After finishing speaking, Jiang Mou threw the car key in Lu An's hand directly, and then fell directly on the ground. In the back seat of your car.
"..." Looking at the car keys in his hand, and at Jiang Mou who had started snoring in the car, Lu An didn't know what to say.
"Uncle, why don't you ask a substitute driver to come back directly, and I'll just call my dad and come pick me up." Zhao Yunqing saw this scene and said proactively.
Lu An and Zhao Yunqing drank relatively little alcohol, so their heads were still clear.
I don't know what happened to Jiang Mou today, the wine is like plain water, one cup after another, he drank himself up.
"It's okay, I'll call a substitute driver." Lu An's thoughts were very clear:
"Send you back first, and then send the two of us back. Otherwise, you will have to wait here for a while."
"That's fine, thank you uncle." Tilting his head, Zhao Yunqing did not refuse Lu An's suggestion.
It took a lot of effort to change Jiang Mou from horizontal to vertical.
After sending Zhao Yunqing home, when he returned to his own room, he relied on the help of the driver to get Jiang Mou onto the sofa.
Feeling dizzy, Lu An insisted on taking a hot bath before climbing into bed.
But I always feel like I'm missing something important.
When he woke up the next day, Jiang Mou was still asleep.
After making some stomach-nourishing millet porridge, he woke up Jiang Mou to eat.
Watching Jiang Mou drinking porridge, he kept tapping his phone with his hands, typing extremely fast, as if he was explaining something, and even quietly took a photo of Lu An eating porridge with his head bowed.
Lu An finally remembered what he had overlooked.
"Director Jiang, are you married?"
"That's right." Jiang Mou nodded calmly, "I've been married for several years."
"..., but I remember you said before that women only affect the efficiency of shooting?"
"Yes, but my wife can't, she only cares about you." Jiang Mou said righteously:
"At that time, you and Wang Ke were both single. I want to remind you, what if you play something, what about the movie?"
"..."
"Okay, I'm almost done eating." Jiang Mou took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth clean and got up:
"I went back first, and I didn't go back all night, so as not to worry your sister-in-law."
……
The Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer, and Lu An occasionally goes downstairs to buy vegetables and can feel the lively atmosphere.
Couplets have been pasted on the front of each house, and there is an inverted "Fu" on the door.
Red lanterns are hung high in front of some merchants, brightly lit all night.
Lu An was always alone.
This year is different from the past. I used to be able to work in noodle restaurants, but now even if I sit in front of the computer and write the storyboard of "I'm Not the God of Medicine", I can feel a sense of loneliness from the inside out.
"Well, celebrating the New Year alone requires a sense of ritual."
I went to the mall to buy some New Year's goods, melon seeds, peanuts, and white rabbit toffee. By the way, I weighed two catties of pork belly and planned to come back to make dumplings.
NO.30 in December of the lunar calendar came unexpectedly.
New Year's Eve.
After waking up, Lu An first cleaned up the house. He was busy until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and then he started to process the pork belly he bought before, and started mixing dumpling stuffing and kneading noodles.
The day was still very fulfilling.
"Bang bang bang."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
How could anyone come here at this hour?
Although it was a bit strange, Lu An still washed his hands with water and walked over to open the door.
"Uncle!" Zhao Yunqing, who was standing at the door, was wearing a sky blue down jacket.
"Yun Qing, why are you here?" Lu An stepped aside:
"Come in, it's so cold outside."
"Hey." Zhao Yun smiled lightly:
"Uncle, I'm coming to see you, to see what delicious food you have cooked for the New Year, I'll rub it for a while."
Hearing Zhao Yunqing's words, Lu An's heart would also warm.
It is clear that Zhao Yunqing knew that he was alone, and was afraid of being alone, so he ran here to accompany him.
"I'm about to make dumplings." Lu An then asked:
"Aren't your family worried about you just running out like this?"
"I told my parents to go back before ten o'clock in the evening." Zhao Yun replied lightly.
"Okay, then sit and watch TV, play computer games, and I'll make dumplings." Lu An turned and walked into the kitchen:
"I'll let you try the skill of making dumplings later."
"Okay!" Zhao Yun said excitedly, and then sat on the sofa.
After a while, Zhao Yunqing got into the kitchen from the living room:
"Uncle, let me help you make dumplings."
"Huh?" Lu An really didn't expect:
"Do you know how to make dumplings?"
"I won't." Zhao Yunqing said confidently:
"But I can learn, uncle, you don't want to teach me, do you?"
"Teach, why don't you teach?"
"Hey." Zhao Yun smiled complacently:
"Then what shall I do?"
Lu An swept around the cramped kitchen, it was okay for one person to stay, but two people seemed very crowded:
"Go and wash your hands first. I'll move my things to the living room and make dumplings in the living room. The kitchen is too small."
"Row."
Zhao Yun skipped and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, he saw that Lu An had already moved out all the dumpling stuff.
"I'll show you one first, you watch." Lu An picked up a dumpling wrapper, picked up a little filling with chopsticks, and then with a little force with both hands, one dumpling was wrapped:
"Have you learned?"
Zhao Yun blinked lightly, a little confused.
Learning is useless.
"You try to wrap it, and I will teach you."
I just counted, there are already 9 monthly tickets this month, and one more can be added~
(End of this chapter)