It turns out that neither Li Zhao nor Yan Ting has a talent for making dumplings.
Seeing that the two people rolled the dumpling wrappers so that one side was thick and the other side was thin, and they were neither round nor square, the aunt had no choice but to take over the task of rolling the dumpling wrappers and let the two people get the filling and wrap them.
The dumplings made by both of them were ugly, but they were ugly in style and in level.
The dumplings Mr. Li makes are fat and big, and he wishes he could put the stuffing of two dumplings in one dumpling skin.
The dumplings my husband made were so flat and dry that he wanted to split the filling of one dumpling into five portions.
Alas, I didn’t know that you might have thought that there was a shortage of meat at home, so you were so frugal when making dumplings.
The dumplings were half wrapped, and the novelty of the two wore off. They washed the flour off their faces and hands and changed into clean clothes. Li Zhao played games on his tablet while Yan Ting handled his work on the laptop Li Zhao had given him.
The sky gradually darkened. Li Zhao was mocked by Carrot-head, a fifth-grade student, for his poor performance in the game. He quit the game and looked out the window: "It's getting dark."
Yan Ting looked up at him: "Are you hungry?"
"No, we are going to turn on the TV today and watch the Spring Festival Gala." Li Zhao threw the tablet aside and turned on the TV. It was just past seven o'clock and the national TV channel was still broadcasting the news broadcast.
During the Spring Festival, even the news broadcast exuded a sense of joy, and the female host wore a red suit, which was very appropriate for the occasion.
"As the New Year approaches, reporters visited many citizens on the street to listen to their wishes for the Spring Festival."
"May your family be reunited and all your wishes come true."
"A happy family, happiness and health."
"The country is peaceful and prosperous."
"Huh?!" Li Zhao saw his face appear for two or three seconds in the news broadcast and was stunned for half a minute.
“Tingting!!!”
This loud shout startled Yan Ting so much that he typed the wrong line of data.
"I'm on the news!" Li Zhao danced with joy: "It's the news!"
Seeing that he was as happy as a dog, Yan Ting put the notebook in a safe place, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions and break the notebook.
"I can brag about this for the rest of my life!" Li Zhao wanted to roll over on the sofa. He had no place to vent his ecstasy, so he could only rush over and hug Yan Ting's neck. "I'll ask the studio's editor to make a GIF of those few seconds and pass it on to my descendants!"
Descendants and grandchildren?
Yan Ting's eyes were dark. He looked down at Li Zhao's hand on his neck and said, "Don't bother others with small matters. I'll help you make the animated picture."
"By the way, you showed half of your face in those few seconds of video." Li Zhao's excitement had not yet subsided: "From now on, we will have something to brag about. To round it off, we are good buddies stamped by the News Broadcast."
Yan Ting lowered his eyelids slightly: "Even after decades, everyone knows that you are with me."
"What?" Li Zhao didn't hear what Yan Ting said.
"I mean," Yan Ting said slowly, "everyone knows that we are close brothers, and I'm very happy."
"I am happy too."
In Li Zhaochao Topic, a fan cautiously sent a message.
"I was watching the news with my parents just now, and I noticed that a passerby who was being interviewed looked like our son."
Afraid that other fans would see this message and say that they, the Pear fans, were delusional, the little fans chose their words very carefully, fearing that one wrong word would bring trouble to their own kids.
"Mo Mo +1, I almost screamed at that time, the eyes exposed outside the mask are exactly the same as our baby's."
"I didn't dare to say it just now, but I feel like it really is our cub."
"The boy next to the masked guy, who only showed half of his face, was incredibly handsome. When the masked guy was talking, I noticed that his eyes were fixed on the masked guy."
"I, I thought of the rich good buddy that Zizi mentioned."
"Don't make blind guesses. If other families see this, they will take the opportunity to slander our kid. Don't tell anyone about this."
"I understand the logic, but why does the guy in the mask look so much like a kid?"
Some fans specially took screenshots and posted them in the super topic. The national station has a unified name for passers-by interviewed, that is, enthusiastic citizens. However, the appearance of the guy with the mask is obviously better than that of other enthusiastic citizens.
"Not only do they look alike, they sound alike too."
"If the handsome guy who only showed half of his face was really a rich guy, I think I might join a cult."
"CP fans above please respect yourself. It is still not certain that the guy with the mask is Zhao Zhao. Don't say anything that will bring bad luck to Zhao Zhao."
Luo Rong was at home spending the Spring Festival with his wife and children when he suddenly received a text message from Li Zhao saying that he was on the news broadcast. Luo Rong was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Was this a violation of the law or some major accident?
The entire work team’s WeChat group was shocked. They really didn’t want to work overtime on New Year’s Eve!
When Li Zhao sent a GIF of enthusiastic citizens to the group, everyone fell silent.
Luo Rong stared at the animated picture for a full minute before he had to believe that Li Zhao was really lucky. He was able to be interviewed by a reporter from the national TV station even when he was shopping with a mask on.
It would be fine if it was just an interview, but it was actually edited into the news broadcast. This can only be called a blessing from our ancestors.
In this circle, sometimes you have to believe in fate. Artists who can even meet such an opportunity are really destined to be famous.
Someone in the team was asking whether we needed to buy a hot search to market this matter.
Luo Rong: No need. Everyone is waiting to complain about the Spring Festival Gala program tonight. Other news cannot compare to the popularity of the Spring Festival Gala. Let’s wait a few days.
What's more, even if they don't market it, fans can recognize that one of the enthusiastic citizens in the news broadcast is Li Zhao.
Pear fans did recognize him, and they were excited but also a little... ridiculous.
There is probably no other artist who has appeared on the news broadcast in this way except Zhao Zhao from their family.
Maybe because they were in a good mood, their baby's silly joy almost came through the screen.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Song Yu heard that Li Zhao was on the news broadcast. He was complaining about the Spring Festival Gala on his Weibo account while sending red envelopes to the studio employees on a WeChat group.
After he finished complaining about a program, he came back to check the WeChat group and found that the focus of the conversation had become Li Zhao's appearance on the News Broadcast.
Why does a small artist like Li Zhao have the right to appear on the News Broadcast?
Song Yu didn't believe it, but when he searched the chat history online and saw the animated picture, he fell silent.
It’s all fate!
He had a dream that predicted his future, so he thought he was destined to be famous. But then reality slapped him in the face.
What's red?
What is red?
Even if the roles have changed, those who deserve to be popular will still be popular, and those who deserve to be criticized will still be criticized. Even though he arbitrarily changed Li Zhao's role, making Li Zhao's star journey different from what he dreamed of, Li Zhao's fate of gradually becoming famous did not change.
but……
He stared at the animated picture carefully for a few seconds. The person next to Li Zhao should be his friend Yan Ting?
In order to ensure that he could seize the initiative, Song Yu remembered the contents of the dream clearly. He was sure that the Li Zhao in the dream did not have a rich friend like Yan Ting.
In the dream, Li Zhao had acted in many dramas, both as the main character and supporting roles. He remembered a report in his dream that after the popularity of "The Boss Girl", Li Zhao played the second male lead in a low-budget martial arts drama and insisted on filming even after breaking his leg.
The time is just before the Spring Festival.
But now, not only did Li Zhao not break his leg, he also played the second male lead in director Yang's "Tian Ge", surpassing his own ranking, and he is as lively as a grasshopper.
Thinking of this, Song Yu couldn't help but start to doubt, could it be that the reason he had this dream was because God felt that Li Zhao's original fate of becoming famous was too bitter, so he let him come to bring good luck?
All the changes in fate started when he switched roles with Li Zhao and wanted to fatten him up.
The end result was that Li Zhao became famous but didn't gain weight, and he was the only one who got scolded.
And this Yan Ting, where on earth did he come from? If Li Zhao in the dream had this rich friend, he wouldn't have to risk his life in the entertainment industry, right?
"Oh, it's none of my business."
Anyway, whether in dreams or in reality, he can't escape being scolded as a resourceful and pretentious person.
I'd better ask the agent to find out whether Li Zhao has accepted the role in "My Fair Girlfriend".
In the premonition dream, no one wanted to play the role at first. After Li Zhao took the role, the drama became extremely popular and many girls wanted to be Li Zhao's girlfriend.
In reality, Li Zhao's career path has changed. If Li Zhao doesn't take this drama, he will pick up other opportunities.
This time he was just taking advantage of a bargain, not trying to snatch the opportunity from Li Zhao, so he shouldn't be retaliated by fate... right?
Li Zhao didn't know that Song Yu was trembling in fear of fate. He secretly returned to his room and put the money he had prepared long ago into a red envelope. There were three big gold-plated characters printed on the red envelope: New Year's gift.
The red envelope is very big and contains a lot of money, bulging like a pregnant woman with a baby.
When he was tiptoeing to enter Yan Ting's room with the red envelope in his hand, he was caught by the housekeeper in the corridor.
"Shh." Li Zhao put his index finger to his lips, made a look at the housekeeper, and secretly glanced downstairs. Yan Ting did not notice his action.
He walked in two steps at a time and put the red envelope under the pillow.
"Mr. Li, you are already an adult." The butler did not miss the three words "lucky money" on the red envelope.
"Who isn't a baby?" Li Zhao whispered, "If you're not married, you're a baby. Spend the New Year with your lucky money as a pillow. May you be healthy and free from disasters in the new year."
The housekeeper smiled: "So that's how it is."
"Li Zhao?" Yan Ting looked up at the two people standing in the corridor.
"I'll be there right away." Li Zhao ran back downstairs and looked at the time on the wall: "It's almost twelve o'clock." Unfortunately, fireworks are not allowed in Beijing. In his hometown, at this time, it seems that the whole town is drowned out by the sound of firecrackers.
The host of the Spring Festival Gala has already started preparing for the countdown.
"Happy New Year." Li Zhao stared at the second hand, and when it jumped to 12, he turned around and gave Yan Ting his first New Year's blessing.
At this moment, many messages came into the two people's mobile phones, which vibrated on the table.
"Happy New Year."
Yan Ting thought, what bright eyes these are.
He thought that these eyes would always look at him and no one in the world could take them away.
The two of them sat on the sofa for a while. The TV had already started singing "Unforgettable Tonight". Only then did Li Zhao finally feel the reality of staying up all night to celebrate the New Year.
There was no fanfare, and there was no uneasiness or discomfort of living as a guest in his home.
He turned his head to look at Yan Ting, who was wearing a light-colored sweater and had neatly combed black hair. He looked like a character from a comic book.
"next year……"
He wanted to say, let’s continue to stay up together next year.
But before he could say anything, he swallowed it back and grinned at Yan Ting.
People can't expect too much, cherish the present, and if you have something happy, you can be happier.
If you place your hopes on the future, how sad would you be if you were disappointed?
Without hope, there is no disappointment.
"Can you stay up with me to celebrate the New Year next year?" Yan Ting asked him.
"Okay." The smile on Li Zhao's face became even brighter.
Unexpected surprises always make people happier.
So he is also lucky this year.
It was late at night, Yan Ting returned to his room and looked out the dark window.
He promised it himself. If he's not here next year...
Even if I have to lock him up in this house, I want him to stay with me.
I looked at the bed and saw that the pillow had shown signs of having been moved.
When I lifted the pillow, I found a red envelope that was about to burst.
The three gold-plated words "Red envelope" glow brightly under the light.
The red envelope lay quietly for a long time, and finally a white hand picked it up.
Turning over the back, there was a row of small words written on it.
I wish Tingting to be safe and sound, free from illness and disaster, and immune to all evil.
Below the small words, there was a smiley face drawn.
The arc of his narrowed eyes looked very much like Li Zhao's smile.
This child is still so superstitious.
The author has something to say: On the first day of the new semester in kindergarten, Zhao put a small red envelope on Ting's chest and said to Ting very seriously: Wear the small red envelope, and you will be the luckiest kid in the whole kindergarten (*^▽^*)
Tingbaobao: No, don’t be superstitious.
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