"Yeah, luckily I bought a TV."
Chen Wang was also somewhat relieved and walked over and sat down next to his wife.
Lin Xiuqin stood up and poured him a cup of tea, and gave him half of a peeled orange.
Chen Wang ate two slices of orange and looked at the little girl on the other side.
The little girl was also peeling an orange in her hands, staring at the TV screen with her big eyes without blinking.
At this time, the two crosstalk actors threw out a big joke, which made the audience burst into laughter.
“Hehe…”
The little girl also laughed like a hen laying eggs.
"Xiaoyu, do you understand? Why are you smiling so happily?"
Chen Wang asked with amusement.
"Just a little bit. The people on TV are laughing, and I want to laugh."
The little girl replied with a smile.
"Didn't you say you were waiting for me to set off the fireworks?"
"Watch it first before playing it again!"
"I haven't finished watching it yet. It's already early morning when this one ends."
"Then let's set off the fireworks tomorrow. Let's finish watching this first."
Well, it turns out that the galas these days are not as attractive as they were before Chen Wang traveled through time, and even the little girl’s favorite fireworks are no longer set off.
Chen Wang didn't say anything more. He drank tea, ate fruits, melon seeds and peanuts, and watched the first gala together.
It’s true, even he, a modern person who comes from decades later and has used the Internet and smartphones, thought that the gala was well-organized and the programs were quite interesting.
The Spring Festival Gala of this era focuses more on making the audience across the country happy and lively together.
It was not like later generations, which became so-called high-end and pursued positive energy, and even crosstalk and sketches had to have educational significance.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
