After Wang Jun finished filming, he was in a state of boredom. He went to work during the day and wandered around at night. If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't dyed his hair, he would be a bad youth.
Wang Jun's thinking was still very traditional, taking after his father. In his previous life, his father would go into the kitchen alone during the New Year and stay there for a day. No one would help him. In the evening, he would definitely prepare a table full of eight plates and eight bowls of New Year's Eve dinner. Then, he would watch the whole family eat and drink happily while he sat at the side and laughed foolishly.
After his father died, this job was handed over to Wang Jun.
Therefore, even though he said that it didn't matter when he was celebrating the New Year alone, he was actually very concerned.
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
Wang Jun declined the invitation from his landlord, Old Wang, who lived next door, and cooped himself up in the small house to play the tragic male lead.
He was living in a small courtyard house now. It was much cheaper than renting a house.
Firecrackers were set off outside, and there was the sound of children crying. The new year was much livelier than the past. Families gathered together, making dumplings, chatting about family matters, and children ran around waiting to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
He heard that the capital no longer allowed firecrackers. Thinking about it, it made sense. Every day was like a fairyland in the clouds. If he let out a hanging whip, he would definitely ascend to immortality.
Wang Jun shook his head and opened the pot. He scooped a bowl of frozen dumplings and a bowl of dumpling soup.
He didn't even bother to pour the vinegar. He gulped it down in one breath and patted his stomach. He felt very strange. He was not full, not hungry.
He picked up the dumpling soup and drank half a bowl before letting out a long sigh.
It was really empty and lonely…
She looked at the television and saw that it was full of advertisements. It was only seven o'clock, and she would have to wait an hour to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
What were they acting this year?
Wang Jun tried hard to think, and he could only think of one, two, three, four…
He sighed again. I have a life too. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when he patted his shirt, it deflated.
Since he had nothing to do, he went out to buy a pack of cigarettes.
At the end of the alley, there was a small shop.
Wang Jun stepped onto the steps and knocked on the window.
A voice came from inside." It's closed today!”
"Brother Zhang, I'm a gentleman, buy a pack of cigarettes!”
The window was pulled open with a whoosh, and a man revealed half of his body. He smiled and said,""Yo! Why are you out buying cigarettes now?"
"We ran out of food!" Wang Jun craned his neck and looked inside. He gritted his teeth and said,""Give me three or five!"
The man was shocked, and his hand that was extended to the front door awkwardly turned around. He smiled and said,"Not bad, bro, are you rich?"
"Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year?" Wang Jun laughed.”
When the man took the cigarette, he heard a beep!”
The beep phone rang at this moment. He had bought it for the convenience of contacting others. The only people who knew about it were Hu Mingkai, Li Binbin, and Jia Zhangke.
Wang Jun was also very surprised. He took it out and saw a line of Chinese characters: Happy Spring Festival, kid!
This bearded man!
Wang Jun smiled. His hand was already on the public phone, but he pulled it back.
After all, she was at home. It didn't matter if he called or not.
"Here, three to five!"
The boss threw out a pack of cigarettes, and Chu Qing gave him the money.
"Beep beep!"
The beeper rang again.
The boss swiped the change and said,"You're quite busy with business! Are you really rich?"
Wang Jun ignored him. He looked at it and saw another line of words: Old Wang! Happy Chinese New Year! The more you grow, the more handsome you become!
He grew more handsome…
Was Old Li mocking him? However, he had to go back.
"I'll make another call!"
As he spoke, he picked up the microphone and dialed a number. It was Jia Zhang's landline number.
"Beep toot beep, beep…"
It rang for a long time, but no one picked up.
He had no choice but to call her again.
"I'm sorry! It'll be over in a while." Wang Jun smiled apologetically. It was the New Year, and he felt bad that he had to accompany you on the phone.
"I'm fine! Anyway, the Spring Festival Gala hasn't even started yet!" The boss was very happy.
After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no response. Wang Jun finally gave up.
Wang Jun, who had returned home, watched the TV. With a burst of cheerful music, the 1997 Spring Festival Gala officially began. A large group of flashy people rushed onto the stage, twisted for a while, and then stepped back to make way for a few singers.
There were names beside them. Wang Jun looked at them and saw that they were celebrities from the ancient era. Instantly, he felt as if he had transmigrated.
Wang Jun rolled the skin and glanced at the TV from time to time. At this moment, there was a sound at the door. Wang Jun opened the door and was stunned. He didn't expect it to be Li Binbin.
The air inexplicably stopped for a second. At this moment, the six hosts on the television walked onto the stage and began to blabber.
At this moment, their hearts were rolling.
You know how to mix the stuffing, but you don't know how to wrap it?
You can even roll the skin, but you don't know how to wrap it, right?
Suddenly, both of them burst out laughing.
"Do you like steamed dumplings or boiled dumplings?" Li Binbin asked with a smile.”
"Boiled. My parents love to eat steamed food. We don't get to eat a single piece every year.”Wang Jun said.
"Haha, my family is the same. I'm the only one who likes to eat cooked food.”Li Binbin said.
Neither of them mentioned making dumplings. They were both adults, so how could they not make dumplings?
The Spring Festival Gala was something that felt fresh even if they watched last year's reruns every year, not to mention that it had been seventeen years since Wang Jun.
Other than a few crosstalk and skits that left a deep impression on him, the other programs were the same as the first time he watched them. He and Li Binbin would laugh foolishly and complain from time to time.
Wang Jun mixed half a pot of stuffing, and Li Binbin rolled out more than forty pieces of skin.
The two of them picked up the dumpling skin without any guilt, picked out some filling, and began to wrap it.
The program was about to start a song and dance program, and a large group of people gathered together to sing.
"Thirteen!" Wang Jun counted and exclaimed. Thirteen people singing a song!"
"This is nothing. I don't know how to dance. There are more than a hundred people dancing for one dance!”Li Binbin didn't care. He held a dumpling in his hand and asked,""Hey, how many times did you pinch it?"
Wang Jun said uncertainly," Three times. Whatever, as long as it doesn't leak."”
"That's true." Li Binbin agreed. He tilted his head and pinched it a few more times before putting a dumpling that was swollen like a pig on the table.
Wang Jun didn't give in and pinched a dumpling that looked like a dachshund.
"Ya! You put too little stuffing in, eat a slice of soup!”Li Binbin scolded loudly.
"There's too much filling, and you don't even steam the buns!”Wang Jun retorted.
"You're too little!"
"You have too much!"
The TV started singing," It was spring in 1979. There was an old man…"
Just the two of them actually had a lively feeling.
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