"The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you

The moonlight was salvaged, blurring the ending Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, beautiful in its own right With a smile in your eyes

..."

The TV was playing a rerun of the Spring Festival Gala. Jay Chou, wearing a black suit and with his jawline not yet rounded, sang his masterpiece "Blue and White Porcelain" with deep emotion.

However, at this time, no one appreciated the charm of Jay Chou's music. At the Spring Festival party, everyone was busy with their own things.

The children ran to the door to set off firecrackers, while others played hide-and-seek.

His little face was red from the cold, his snot was almost running into his mouth, but he just lay on the pile of firewood without saying a word. Decades ago, he was an expert at ambushes.

The men took their poker cards and set up two card tables, one in the house and the other in the yard.

They were playing the local specialty [Gouji] with a lot of noise, shouting at the top of their lungs. Those who didn't know thought they were fighting, and those who weren't getting a turn just stood by and made a noise, making the place very lively.

Most of the women gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

They mainly share gossip, interesting stories and the latest news of friends and relatives. Sometimes the woman of this family is cheating on her husband, sometimes the man of that family runs away due to debts, and at the worst, someone’s chicken is lost, and the whole village will gather around and curse until midnight.

Wei Yang did not join in the excitement of the three legions. He sat on the second-floor balcony, enjoying himself while basking in the sun and eating melon seeds.

Today is the second day of the Chinese New Year. The custom in Zao City is to return to one's parents' home on the second and third days of the Chinese New Year, so Wei Yang and his family came to his grandmother's house.

Wei Yang's grandparents are still alive, so everyone gets together every year.

Compared with the sparsely populated Wei family, the Wang family is large and powerful. Wang Yunping has two older brothers and two older sisters, and two younger sisters and a younger brother.

There are eight sisters in the Wang family, and Wei Yangguang has more than a dozen cousins, some of whom are married. The annual New Year's party is very lively.

…

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat."

When it was time for dinner, my second aunt, who was in charge of cooking, and my grandmother worked together to direct everyone to clear the table and prepare to serve the food.

Because there were so many people, they were divided into several tables, one for men, one for women, and one for children.

There were more men on the side, so they planned to send some to the children's side to squeeze in, and Wei Yang volunteered.

"I'll sit at the kids' table."

The uncle pushed him down and said, "Why are you sitting here? I want to talk to you later. Xiaolong, go over there. Zhenzhen, you can't drink, so go over there too."

It’s lively when there are many relatives, but when there are people, there are rivers and lakes. When there are many people, they are often divided into different levels.

My second uncle who works in a bank has always been the most valued son-in-law in the family. My honest uncle-in-law is always busy cooking for every New Year’s party. If my grandfather hadn’t asked about his son-in-law before the meal, he would have almost forgotten about him.

This is true for the older generation, and it is the same for Wei Yang's generation.

My cousin Lei from my eldest uncle's family is a contractor. My eldest uncle is very confident and Cousin Lei is more respected than his uncles.

Cousin Long, who was just sent to the table with the kids, dropped out of elementary school. He has been doing average these years and doesn't know how to deal with things. Naturally, he is not liked by the elders.

In previous years, Wei Shan and Wei Yang were treated quite well.

After all, the father owns a shop and has an above-average income, and the son is a college student.

Don't underestimate his identity as a college student. Not to mention his cousins ​​who are still in school, Wei Yang's cousins ​​basically have a junior high school or technical secondary school education.

Wei Yang, a student at the Shanghai Theatre Academy, is one of only two undergraduate students in his family.

As a college student, and with his good alcohol tolerance, Wei Yang had been quite popular with his uncles in the past, and this year he was even more so.

Although Wei Yang felt that he was just a little famous and could not be considered a star, for his relatives in his hometown, it was a big deal that he had been on TV.

Ask around to see if any of the kids have appeared on TV. If not a star, then what is he?!

Because his son was the father's honor, Wei Shan for the first time surpassed his second brother-in-law who had suppressed him for most of his life, and sat in the first seat among sons-in-law next to his father-in-law.

Old Wei’s mouth was almost crooked from laughing.

Wei Yang himself received unprecedented attention. He sat between his elder uncle and younger uncle, and his second uncle personally poured him wine. Even before, his second uncle-in-law was promoted to bank manager but he did not receive such an arrangement.

To be honest, it feels a little bit good, but if he could choose, Wei Yang would still prefer to go to the children's table.

The difficult part of having a meal with this group of middle-aged and elderly elders is not drinking, but listening to them tell you some profound truths.

It would be fine if these principles were really useful, but due to the generation gap, many times the principles taught by these elders are often inconsistent with your values.

But out of politeness and family affection, you can't refute them face to face, so you can only listen. Not only do you have to resist the urge to complain, but you also have to nod your head from time to time to cooperate. This is the most torturous thing.

Wei Yang is not afraid of drinking. He can easily fight three uncles and several uncles-in-law by himself, but he is afraid that they will brag after drinking too much.

Especially Uncle Wei Yang, who works as a security guard but cares about the heart of the UN Secretary-General and is "proficient" in a series of things including history, biology, technology, politics, finance, military affairs and philosophy.

Let’s put it this way, based on his uncle’s confidence after getting drunk, if the Trisolarans came they would have to kneel at the door and listen.

In other words, they were born at the wrong time and didn't meet a mentor. If they had been born a few decades earlier or had been helped by a noble person, China would have unified Eurasia and colonized Africa and America...

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What could Wei Yang do? His uncle, apart from being a little snobbish, had always been nice to him.

Moreover, it is human nature to be more utilitarian. Even for Wei Yang himself, it is difficult not to consider those external factors and treat all relatives equally.

But being snobbish may not matter, but bragging is really torturous.

Wei Yang's brains were nearly blown apart by the noise and he was greatly traumatized. He used a lot of willpower to remain silent, but he could hardly bear it any longer.

So Wei Yang took the initiative. He couldn't just tell the man to shut up, so he got the man drunk. It was quiet and he felt relieved.

"Uncle, what you said is very good. Let's have a drink together."

"That's what a financial crisis is like. Here, another one."

"So this is what Qin Shi Huang was like, uncle, let's do it."

“…”

In less than twenty minutes, under Wei Yang's coaxing and persuading, my uncle had already started to slip under the table.

The world finally calmed down a bit, but Wei Yang was still angry. He looked around with his wine glass in hand and set his sights on his second uncle who kept showing off his good relationship with the local leaders. He smiled slightly.

"Second uncle, it looks like you're going to get a promotion. Come, nephew, wish you all the best in advance."

A few hours later, except for his biological father Wei Shan, his elderly grandfather, and his uncle who couldn't drink due to high blood pressure, the rest were basically knocked down by Wei Yang.

The eldest uncle, the second uncle, and the third uncle were lying on the sofa snoring, the second uncle and the fourth uncle were helped into the house to rest, one cousin was grinning foolishly at the calendar, another cousin was sitting on the floor with a red face crying, and another cousin and his husband were squatting in the toilet and vomiting...

Wei Yang was in high spirits as he got his revenge, but he also received a lot of glares from his cousins' wives and cousin sister.

Especially the cousin from my second uncle's family, who had just gotten married a few years ago. She was in her sweetest honeymoon period, felt sorry for her husband, and couldn't help but blame Wei Yang.

"It's fine if you force my dad and the others to drink, but why do you force him to drink? He can't drink."

Wei Yang looked innocent: "It's not my fault. My brother-in-law insisted on asking me to drink, saying that I missed the wedding and had to make up for it. If I didn't drink, I would be giving him face."

My cousin was speechless. Looking at her husband who was still squatting in the toilet and dared not move, she felt angry and distressed.

"I'm so proud this time. This is my first time to spend New Year's at my father-in-law's house after marriage, and the only thing I smell is the toilet."

Losing face is a small matter. What Wei Yang is a little worried about is his cousin who was crying and repeating a woman's name.

He secretly asked his mother about his cousin's wife's name and found that it did not match the name his cousin said. Wei Yang recalled the murderous look in his cousin's wife's eyes just now and felt worried.

It’s Chinese New Year, no one will die, right?

Wei Yang secretly made up his mind that he would have to sit at the kids' table next year no matter what. These people were only good at bragging and making trouble. How could they be as happy as snatching meat from the kids?

(End of this chapter)