Chapter 659 If You Don’t Watch, I Won’t Watch Either



Chapter 659 If you don't watch, I won't watch either.

Yao Xiangling showed contempt, "She's used to a good life in the city, how can she adapt to the hard life in the countryside."

Mrs. Qian was forced to return to the countryside by Deng Hongyi. The countryside was not as good as Deng Hongyi's home. Her eldest son was disabled, and there were a lot of work waiting for people to do at home.

Within two days, she was looking for death and insisted on returning to the city.

Jiang Yu was stunned, "Wang Moli actually agreed to her coming back?"

Yao Xiangling said, "Your cousin is not a person who eats losses. The family really needs help. It's better to let her mother-in-law come over than to hire a nanny to save money."

Wang Moli took the opportunity to put forward conditions. Mrs. Qian can come back if she wants to, and the monthly pension for her will be reduced from 20 yuan to 5 yuan.

The twenty yuan she used to send back to her hometown to her eldest son every month was reduced to ten yuan.

These two things added up, saving her more than twenty yuan.

Why not.

"Her mother-in-law went back to the countryside, and she knew how hard life was there. She couldn't even escape, so why would she insist on taking her child back there?"

Jiang Yu nodded, that's true.

On the other hand, Xu Lihua instructed Mrs. Qian to clean up the garbage on the ground.

Mrs. Qian refused to do it, "If you don't spit the melon seed shells on the ground, where else can you spit? Spit in your pocket?"

Xu Lihua put her hands on her hips, "Isn't there a trash can? If the trash can is not for garbage, is it for you? Who is the garbage, you or the melon seed shells? Think about it yourself."

Mrs. Qian really argued with her and snorted coldly.

"I'm going to vomit on the ground!"

Xu Lihua pointed at the door, "Then you get out, you are not allowed to come to Jiang Yu's house to watch TV!"

How could old lady Qian listen to her, she said with a spit.

"This is not your house, Jiang Yu hasn't said anything yet, what right do you have to chase me away?"

She was old after all, she didn't believe that Jiang Yu would dare to ask her to leave.

Jiang Yu smiled, "The old lady is an elder, I shouldn't have said these rude words, but please be considerate of my family, I have elderly people and children in my family, and it's not easy for Auntie Lan to clean up every day, please respect her efforts."

She lowered her eyes and saw the melon seed shells on the ground.

"If the old lady doesn't pick up the garbage, then my family really doesn't welcome you."

With Jiang Yu's words, Xu Lihua straightened her back and felt confident.

"Did you hear me? Hurry up and collect the garbage, so as not to delay everyone from watching TV."

The others echoed, "Pick it up quickly, everyone is waiting for you, it's too late."

They were all in a hurry to watch TV.

Old Mrs. Qian felt ashamed. Her son was a leader, why should he bow to these people?

She refused!

"It's okay if I don't watch it? It's just a TV, what's the big deal? I'll ask my son to buy it later!"

She snorted, turned around and walked away, not caring about the garbage on the ground.

Xu Lihua spat, "What kind of quality."

Old Mrs. Qian had just stepped out when she was stopped by Lin Hongxia.

"Sister Qian, I have a TV at home too, come to my house to watch it."

Old Mrs. Qian paused and laughed.

"I've always thought you were an open-minded person, and I was right. Let's go to your house and watch! Let me make it clear, I won't watch Jiang Yu's crappy drama, and I won't watch her!"

Here, the audience at Jiang Yu's house was silent, staring at the black and white picture on TV.

After the opening, the main show began.

Someone recognized the background and shouted excitedly: "Isn't this our factory! Look, the man at the door is still Lao Wang."

But Lao Wang is no longer in the National Cotton Mill.

After Jiao Zongyao's accident, his murder of his father-in-law was exposed and he was sentenced to 20 years.

Seeing Lao Wang on TV, everyone still felt a little emotional.

Who would have thought that it would be so different after such a short time.

But soon, everyone put Lao Wang's affairs behind them and immersed themselves in the plot.

To put it simply, Ye Zhu's character Li Donggui doesn't look like she's acting at all.

When she played Xi'er, she was Xi'er.

Now, when she plays Li Donggui, she's like Li Donggui.

People who are immersed in the TV series have long forgotten what Ye Zhu is like.

The plot of this TV series was written by Jiang Yu.

The actors' interpretations in the play are like giving life to each character.

Their images are no longer paper figures, but vivid and three-dimensional.

Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, two episodes were over, and everyone suddenly realized that so much time had passed.

"Only two episodes?"

"I haven't seen enough, how come it's gone!"

"It's still early, let's play two more episodes."

Although Xu Lihua also felt that she hadn't seen enough, she knew that there were only two episodes in one night, and when it was gone, it was gone.

"Come back tomorrow night, today's over!"

She was the first to go out with a bench, "Jiang Yu, I'll come back tomorrow night!"

Jiang Yu nodded, "Come back tomorrow night."

Everyone took the garbage away, and when they left, the floor was still clean.

Thanks to Xu Lihua's watch, Jiang Yu saved a lot of effort.

Yao Xiangling was still muttering that Li Donggui's family was really a bunch of shit.

Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Aunt, I know the plot later. Do you want me to give you a spoiler?"

Yao Xiangling glared at her, "Why give me a spoiler? I'll watch it myself."

The next day when Jiang Yu got up, Mrs. Qian and Lin Hongxia were already sitting at the door chatting.

Probably because the two of them watched TV together yesterday, their friendship has improved by leaps and bounds.

Seeing Jiang Yu's figure, Mrs. Qian suddenly raised her voice.

"If you ask me, there was nothing good about the show "Sparks" last night. It would be better to watch "White Haired Girl" twice."

Lin Hongxia immediately replied: "That's right, I also think it's not good. Anyway, I will definitely not watch it tonight."

Old Mrs. Qian: "If you don't watch it, I won't watch it either. It's not good at all."

Jiang Yuquan ignored her words. It's hard to satisfy everyone. She didn't think that everyone would like this drama.

She has a very good mentality. She is very satisfied if she can get some people's approval.

She ran into Tan Lizhu at the factory gate. After yesterday's conversation, her complexion had improved a little.

"Are you okay?"

Tan Lizhu smiled and shook her head, "I'm fine. I heard that "Sparks" was broadcast yesterday. I wanted to watch it."

But now that they have moved out, there is no TV at all. If they want to watch it, they don't know where to go.

Jiang Yu held her hand, "Why don't you come to my house tonight? You can go home with Feiyan after the visit."

He Feiyan said she would come again tonight, and Jiang Yu was still worried that it would be unsafe for her to bring her two younger siblings back and forth.

Tan Lizhu immediately agreed, "Then I'll go there after dinner."

Jiang Yu said, "How about you come to my house for dinner directly?"

"No, I can just have a simple meal by myself."

Tan Lizhu now thinks it's better to be alone, at least it's quiet.

The two said goodbye in the factory office building and went back to their respective offices.

Jiang Yu's butt was not even warm when he was called over by Lan Raoping.

"We called you over because the factory wants to send you to the Textile Science Research Institute for exchange and study."

Jiang Yu had just been promoted, and because of his young age, he couldn't follow the crowd.

She may have had many honors and achievements in the past, but in terms of experience, she cannot compare with most of the old people in the factory.

Therefore, Lan Raoping and Director Zheng discussed and decided to send her to the Textile Science Research Institute for study.

With such a good opportunity, Jiang Yu would naturally not refuse.

Lan Raoping said: "You go to the Textile Industry Revolutionary Committee this afternoon and hand this form to the new deputy director. He will be in charge of the exchange and study at the institute."

Jiang Yu nodded and put the registration form in his pocket.

After finishing the official business, Lan Raoping talked to her about some personal matters.

"Xing'er watched TV with me last night and kept praising you. Sparks is indeed very well written. Jiang Yu, I have a feeling that you are going to be famous." Jiang Yu

smiled and covered her mouth with her hands. "Even if you are famous, it will be the protagonist who is famous. I am just a screenwriter behind the scenes." Lan

Raoping didn't think so. She saw the book of the same name as the TV series in a bookstore last time.

When this drama becomes popular, it will definitely make the book popular.

By then, everyone will know that Jiang Yu is the screenwriter behind the scenes.

"How is He Xing recently?"

When Lan Raoping mentioned her daughter, she had a look of happiness.

"She works very hard. I hired a teacher to help her with her lessons. She plans to take the exam when school starts in September this year to see if she can skip a grade."

Thinking of He Xing, Lan Raoping couldn't help but think of some bad things.

Shao Jiakang's relatives somehow heard about He Xing and came all the way to claim her as their relative.

They kept saying that He Xing was the blood of the Shao family and couldn't be left alone.

"To put it bluntly, they just want to ask me for money. I'm ashamed of their shamelessness."

Lan Raoping would naturally not agree to them. She would not let go of anyone who wanted to snatch the child from her.

"Well, look at me, why am I telling you these bad things? Go back first."

Jiang Yu smiled, "I just like to hear these, it's lively."

Lan Raoping glared at her, "Even if you like to hear it, I don't like to say it. Go back to work."

Jiang Yu had no choice but to go back honestly.


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