Chapter 404: Little New Year
Time flies so fast. After a few cold rains, the Lunar New Year arrives.
After winter, the Ministry of Agriculture has been much idler than before, and the school's agricultural research has gradually entered a stable stage, and we only need to wait for experimental data.
However, the experimental data will probably not be available until after the new year. During this period, Song Zhiyuan has a lot more free time than before.
Because of the Chinese New Year, Song Jin and Tao Ran gave the crew a holiday and hurried home.
The family of four went to the old man’s villa together and happily celebrated the New Year’s Eve together.
Song Jin and Song Zhiwei were busy in the kitchen, while Tao Ran was in charge of decorating the living room outside.
Song Zhiyuan chatted with the old man.
They are usually busy with work and rarely have time to come and have dinner with the old man.
Song Zhiyuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to the old man. "Grandpa, this is the new tea from this year. Jing Mo went to Xiamen to participate in an event some time ago, and I brought it back specially for you. Please try it and see how it tastes."
The old man loved the tea ceremony when he was young, and now he loves it even more than before.
The old man took the tea his granddaughter handed him and took a sip. "It is indeed the new water beetle from this year. It tastes sweet. This child is thoughtful. She still thinks of me when she goes out to work."
"It's only natural that he's thinking about grandpa." Song Zhiyuan sweetly poured another glass for the old man.
Ever since the old man learned how to use the Internet, he knows everything that happens on the Internet, including when his granddaughter is confessed to and meets his parents. The old man knows everything from the Internet at the first time.
"Fortunately, Jing Mo didn't take after his father. He has good character and a pure personality." The old man seemed to be thinking of something else and looked at his granddaughter. "He has no one else at home, and he has broken off relations with the Shen family. I'm afraid he'll be lonely celebrating the New Year alone. Yuanyuan, give him a call so we can celebrate the New Year together and have some fun."
Song Zhiyuan explained, "No need, Grandpa. He went to Kyoto to attend a party and can't make it back. I'll bring him to see you another day."
The old man nodded and said, "Okay."
Tonight, the provincial TV station invited Song Zhiwei to participate in the performance through Ma Tao.
Thinking that he hadn't celebrated the New Year with his family for several years, Song Zhiwei refused without thinking.
The TV station did not want to give up Song Zhiwei's traffic, so they invited Song Zhiwei to finish recording the program a day in advance, so that the New Year would not be delayed and they could still invite Song Zhiwei.
At this moment, Shen Jingmo, who had just come down from the stage, couldn't help but sneeze.
The agent hurried over with the assistant. The agent took the coat from the assistant and put it on Shen Jingmo. "What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"
"I'm not that delicate." Shen Jingmo handed the microphone to his agent and glanced at the time on his watch. "I'm going to change my clothes. Ask your assistant to drive the car over."
The agent knew that Shen Jingmo was preparing to run away.
"After the performance, there's an interview."
"Turn it down or you can find a way to solve it." Shen Jingmo said and went straight into the dressing room.
The agent who was locked outside kept sighing.
Ever since he started dating Sister Song, this workaholic has completely transformed into a homebody. Staying one minute longer after work is considered impolite to the work.
In the past, I turned down various interviews because I had other announcements to attend, but now I turn down all interviews because I am in a hurry to go home.
Not only that, Kyoto arrived this morning. The rehearsal was a walkthrough before the performance, and Linjiang was probably going back the same day as well.
If fans knew about this, he would probably be scolded for being lovesick.
Become the new king of wild vegetable picking and occupy the mountain alone.
Shen Jingmo removed her makeup and changed her clothes as quickly as possible.
Today, Shen Jingmo wore a shirt and loose-fitting overalls, with a long black woolen coat, a woolen hat, black-framed glasses, and a matching black mask.
The ticket Shen Jingmo bought was for nine o'clock in the evening, and there were less than forty minutes left until boarding time.
The venue is now full of fans and media, and the artists' every move is being watched by fans. If Shen Jingmo goes out now, he will definitely be surrounded by crowds.
Before coming here, Shen Jingmo had already asked his agent to help him find another exit. Not only that, he put his baseball cap and down jacket on his agent and gently patted his agent on the shoulder, "I'll leave the task of attracting the firepower to you."
"Am I your nanny or your agent?" The agent complained, but still obediently split up with Shen Jingmo to attract the attention of fans and media.
Shen Jingmo hurried and finally arrived at the airport.
After dinner, the family ate melon seeds and watched TV happily.
It's already eleven o'clock. Usually the old man goes to bed early at this time, but now he is still staying up with these young people.
"Grandpa, it's getting late. Do you want me to help you go back to your room to rest?" Song Zhiyuan looked at the old man with concern.
The old man was particularly energetic tonight, "It's not yet twelve o'clock, there's no rush.
When I was working, I often stayed up until one or two in the morning and still had to go to work at eight the next morning. But now that I’m older, I don’t have as much energy as I used to.”
Song Zhiwei immediately retorted, "Who said my grandpa is old? He's still young. Even if he stays up until midnight, he'll definitely be more energetic than us when he wakes up the next morning."
"You little brat, you just like to make fun of me." The old man said fiercely, with a smile on his face.
After watching Shen Jingmo's show, the old man turned the TV to their provincial channel and waited for a long time. Finally, at half past eleven, Song Zhiwei's show came on.
Compared with Kyoto TV, their provincial station invites relatively few well-known artists, and even if it is a recorded broadcast, they are unwilling to miss out on Song Zhiwei's traffic.
After the recording was completed, the provincial TV station used Song Zhiwei extensively for publicity. Not only that, it also put Song Zhiwei's program at the end in order to increase ratings.
In the first half of the time, because of Shen Jingmo, Kyoto TV's ratings have always remained first. In the second half of the time, their provincial TV station's ratings have been steadily rising. After Song Zhiwei came to power, the ratings broke several years' records, not only reaching first place, but also crushing other TV stations.
However, the TV station was severely criticized for being a recorded program.
The TV station adheres to the principle that black and red are also red, comes out to respond, and starts to lie down.
Song Zhiwei sang the song he sang when he debuted, and the whole family couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts when watching it.
The cell phone in the bag that Song Zhiyuan had thrown into the corner suddenly rang.
It should be Shen Jingmo who called after he finished his work.
Song Zhiyuan trotted over and took out her phone. The caller ID showed that it was indeed Chen Jingmo. Song Zhiyuan ran to the second-floor balcony to answer the call.
In the vast darkness in the distance, fireworks rose up, exploded like a meteor flower in the air, and then immediately scattered and disappeared.
She waited until the sound faded before speaking, "Are you done with your work over there? Is everything going well?"
Shen Jingmo spends every year working, and no one asks him whether he has finished his work or whether everything is going well.
Only the staff who saw him working seamlessly would advise him to take a break.
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