"Tingting?"
Li Zhao noticed that Yan Ting's vision was a little blurry, as if he couldn't find the focus. He heard that people who are under great pressure in life sometimes cannot distinguish between dreams and reality. Could it be that Tingting is in this state?
Thinking of this, he didn't dare to yell at Yan Ting, but carefully held the stairs next to him, trying to drag him back before Yan Ting fell.
"I'm fine." Yan Ting's voice was hoarse and his eyes gradually became clear.
Li Zhao looked in the direction Yan Ting had just looked. There was nothing there, but he felt that Yan Ting's eyes were... a little sad.
"Stand here and don't move." Li Zhao turned around and took out a pair of slippers: "Put on your shoes."
Yan Ting put on his shoes and saw Li Zhao running downstairs again, so he got him a glass of water.
"The water temperature is just right, take a sip." Li Zhao was relieved when he saw Yan Ting take the cup and drink the water: "Go to bed early, we will go buy New Year's goods tomorrow."
The warm water warmed his heart. Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao with messy hair and nodded slightly.
He thought Li Zhao would continue asking questions, but Li Zhao didn't ask anything. The cup of water spun in his hand, the water rippled gently: "Good night."
"Good night." Li Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Don't be too stressed out at work. Although you should work hard when you are young, you have two buildings. Nothing is more important than your health."
After saying this, he found that Yan Ting's eyes became deeper, and he scratched his head uncomfortably.
"Thank you, I understand." Yan Ting took another sip of water.
"What's the point of thanking a buddy?" Li Zhao nudged Yan Ting's chest with his elbow, yawned and said, "I'm going to go drink a glass of water and go to bed."
I ate too much at midnight snack last night and woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. I didn’t expect to find Yan Ting standing in the corridor in a daze.
After drinking some water, Li Zhao returned to his room, wrapped himself in the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.
The water in the cup gradually cooled down, and Yan Ting placed the cup on the bedside.
"Sir." The bodyguard stood in front of Yan Ting with his head down. "Mr. Li just came here by chance. He didn't see anything else."
The house was dead silent.
After a long time.
"I understand." Yan Ting closed his eyes: "You all get out."
He likes quietness and hates people around him making any noise. The bodyguards have long been accustomed to his hobby and left the room quietly.
Not sleepy at all.
Yan Ting opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and there was no trace of sleepiness.
The night was still long, and he sat quietly on the sofa without changing his sitting position for a long time. Until the sky brightened and the morning light crept into the gap of the window, Yan Ting slowly stood up.
I opened the door and found the corridor outside was very quiet. Li Zhao's door was closed tightly and I wondered how soundly the person inside was sleeping.
"Sir." Seeing Yan Ting wake up, the housekeeper bowed slightly to him, then handed the ironed newspaper to Yan Ting.
Yan Ting took the newspaper, glanced at it casually, and saw the movie trailer of "Storm Rises" in the corner of the newspaper.
Starring Liu Fen and Zhao Yingnan.
Li Zhao played a cameo role in this movie.
"Sir?" The butler brought a cup of coffee. Yan Ting took the coffee and put it to his lips. Suddenly he remembered Li Zhao nagging him not to drink coffee. He put the cup on the table and said, "Take it away."
"Is the coffee not to your taste?"
Before Yan Ting could say anything, footsteps were heard in the corridor and Li Zhao got up.
He looked at Li Zhao, and Li Zhao looked at the coffee on the table.
"Tingting." Li Zhao frowned, "How can I drink coffee when I just woke up?"
The butler noticed that the gentleman's fingers holding the newspaper trembled slightly. Looking at Mr. Li's frown, he probably understood why the gentleman didn't drink coffee anymore.
Finally, this cup of handmade coffee was brought back to the kitchen.
It was replaced by a glass of hot milk with almonds and raisins. Li Zhao sat cross-legged on the sofa, browsing the news from the entertainment industry on his tablet.
Ranked at the top of the list is the list of Spring Festival Gala programs. Fans of their own artists are delighted if they are on the list, and no negative news has been revealed so far.
It seems that the major brokerage companies are also worried about the media and don't want them to leak big news that would prevent them from having a good New Year.
After breakfast, Li Zhao put on a mask and a hat, and dragged Yan Ting to go shopping in the supermarket.
"Happy New Year" and "Congratulations on your prosperity" are playing in the streets and red lanterns are hung on both sides of the streets. The usually crowded Beijing city is surprisingly quiet during the New Year.
Too many people are pursuing their dreams in this city, and only during the Chinese New Year can they breathe a sigh of relief.
Supermarkets are holding various Spring Festival sale activities. The elderly men and women are selecting the goods carefully, muttering something under their breath from time to time, and they seem to be dissatisfied with the prices.
In Li Zhao's hometown, there is no custom of making dumplings during the Spring Festival, but there must be chicken, duck and fish on the table during the New Year's Eve dinner to indicate abundance in the coming year.
"Do you have chicken, duck, or fish at home?" Li Zhao walked around the raw meat area and asked Yan Ting behind him.
"have."
"Then let's buy some snacks to take back." It's New Year's Day, and since we're here, I'd feel a little uncomfortable if I don't buy something to take back.
"What flavor of potato chips do you like?"
“…”
"Forget it, the original flavor and cucumber flavor are never wrong."
When Li Zhao was the poorest, he once fantasized about a life where he could buy whatever he wanted in a supermarket. As it turned out, buying whatever you want... is really very happy.
The two of them walked around the supermarket for a long time. When it was time to pay, Li Zhao felt a pain in his heart after looking at the total amount.
I'm used to being poor, so I always want to buy a lot of things, but I feel bad about spending the money after buying them.
When I went out, it started snowing outside. Li Zhao glanced at Yan Ting's windbreaker, which had no hood.
"Wait." Putting the shopping bag on the ground, Li Zhao put the scarf from Yan Ting's neck on his head, and then burst into laughter.
"Tingting, have you seen the Over-Birth Guerrillas?" He smiled as he put the scarf back in place, put his hat on Yan Ting's head, and then put the hood of his down jacket on his head: "Let's go, let's go."
Yan Ting grabbed him and said, "It's going to snow outside."
"It's the first snow of the year. How can we justify its arrival if we don't take a walk in the snow?" Li Zhao said confidently, "Hurry up, the car is parked over there. Let's run over there."
After saying that, he ran with the shopping bag, but he didn't run far before he stepped on the slippery ground and fell heavily.
"Li Zhao!" Yan Ting ran to him in two steps and pulled him up from the ground: "Did you fall?"
Li Zhao covered his head and smiled foolishly: "It doesn't hurt, the clothes are thick."
"You really are..." Yan Ting wanted to say, why are you like a child, but thinking that he had just turned twenty, he was at an age of vigor and vitality, so he had to take out a handkerchief to help him wipe the mud off his clothes: "Be careful when walking."
"Sir, Mr. Li." The driver ran over with a nervous look on his face, bent down to pick up the things that fell on the ground: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Li Zhao shook his head.
"Don't shake." Yan Ting gently held his head to prevent him from moving.
"ah?"
"The wind is strong, and I'm afraid the seawater in my brain will fly out."
Li Zhao: “???”
No, Tingting, you were not like this before. When did you start to learn to ridicule him?
"Excuse me, gentlemen, may I bother you for a moment?" A female host holding a microphone came over, followed by a cameraman.
"We are from the Spring Festival Gala production team. Would you three have time for a brief interview?"
The driver took a step back, and Yan Ting turned his head to look at Li Zhao.
The female host subconsciously handed the microphone to Li Zhao: "Excuse me, are you happy today?"
"I'm happy. Very happy." Li Zhao looked at the logo of the national television station on the microphone with burning eyes. He was also one of the people who had been interviewed by the national television reporter.
Bring honor to the family!
"As the Spring Festival approaches, what are your hopes for the new year?"
"The country is peaceful and prosperous." In front of the national stage, Li Zhao felt that his wish should be lofty.
"Thank you." The female host was amused by Li Zhao: "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year!"
After the female host walked away, Li Zhao's face turned red with excitement: "Tingting, do you think this segment will be on TV?!"
Yan Ting reached out and held his arm: "Don't jump."
Otherwise you’ll fall again later.
After getting in the car, Li Zhao couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and show off the good news to his friends.
Zhao Zhao is lucky: Ahhhhh, just now I was interviewed by a reporter from a national TV station on the street! I'm going to be on national TV!
Make 100 million first: Really? !
A Better Tomorrow: Did the reporter recognize you as a celebrity?
Zhao Zhao is lucky: I am just an 18th-tier artist, how can the national TV station reporters know me? What's more, I was wearing a mask and a scarf.
Make 100 million first: This is a good sign! Zhao, maybe this indicates that you will be able to perform on the national Spring Festival Gala stage next year.
Zhao Zhao is lucky: Then I will bring honor to my family!
Zhao Zhao is lucky: Damn it, I don’t know where my ancestors are.
Make 100 million first: It’s okay, your ancestors definitely know that you are their child.
"Don't play with your phone for too long in the car." Yan Ting calmly reminded Li Zhao who was playing with his phone.
"Right away, right away, wait until I finish showing off." Li Zhao typed a long paragraph in the chat group.
Zhao Zhao is lucky: my buddy doesn’t let me play with my phone in the car because it’s bad for my eyes, so I’ll retreat first.
Make 100 million first: Just because you have a new buddy, will you forget your old friends?
Tomorrow will be better: finally someone can keep you in check.
When I got home, the house was a little deserted because most of the housekeepers had gone home for the New Year.
After lunch, Li Zhao played for a while and got bored. He knocked on the door of Yan Ting's study and said, "Tingting, do you have the custom of eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year in Beijing?"
Yan Ting put down the documents in his hand and looked at the head sticking out from behind the door: "What's wrong?"
"Come out." Li Zhao waved at him with a smile.
Yan Ting stood up and walked out of the study: "What's the matter?"
"Let's make dumplings ourselves." Li Zhao dragged Yan Ting downstairs: "It's New Year's Day, don't worry about work."
"I just went to the kitchen and saw that the dough has been mixed and the fillings are ready, but they haven't been made yet." Li Zhao looked at Yan Ting expectantly: "Shall we make dumplings together?"
Last year during the Spring Festival, in order to earn more money, he wore a doll costume in the supermarket for a whole day and had no time to celebrate the New Year properly. When I returned to Brother Xiaoyuan's house in the evening, I saw his family sitting around the table making dumplings, and I felt a little envious.
"good."
The housekeeper helped them put the things needed to make dumplings on the table.
They both washed themselves, rolled up their sleeves, and looked at each other.
"Can you?"
"Can you?"
After a brief silence, Li Zhao took out his phone and said, "It's okay. We can learn from the videos on the Internet."
Wait, why can you roll out dumpling skins with the back of a knife?
This is unscientific!
Why are dumplings so crystal clear after being wrapped?
This must be a noodles problem.
"Forget it." Li Zhao put away his phone: "Let's ask the aunt in the kitchen to teach us."
When the aunt in the kitchen heard that her husband wanted to learn how to make dumplings, she looked at the housekeeper in disbelief and said, "Housekeeper Wang, it's New Year's Day, don't make such a joke."
"Mr. and Mr. Li are waiting." The housekeeper laughed, "What's so strange about making dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"
It is not strange to make dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but it is very strange if the person making the dumplings is the husband.
When the aunt walked into the living room, she saw her husband with his sleeves rolled up, his sweater covered in flour, staring at the dough on the table with a serious expression, as if he wanted to turn it into dumpling skins with his eyes.
"Auntie." Seeing her coming out, Li Zhao said with a smile: "Come and help me."
"Oh, okay." Auntie agreed without hesitation.
When you get older, who can resist seeing such a handsome guy smiling at you?
The news department of the national television station is editing the newly transmitted news materials.
Today is New Year's Eve. The News Broadcast will edit a segment where ordinary people send their New Year greetings, so they are urgently screening the content.
"This is good. This young man wearing a mask has bright eyes and good wishes."
"The country is peaceful and the people are prosperous. It sounds very grand."
"Cut in the part where he talks about the country being peaceful and prosperous."
The author has something to say: Zhao Baobao: Tingting, come and play making dumplings with me.
Tingbaobao: Oh. [As long as I act lively enough, Zhao Zhao won't think I'm boring]
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