February 19th, New Year’s Eve.
Every house in Nanluogu Lane is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. With the improvement of living standards, life is not as tight as before.
The children were chasing, playing and laughing in the alley, and the laughter spread from one end of the alley to the other.
Crackling, firecrackers kept ringing.
Han Yuemin brought Han Mu and Fang Hong to the house as always. The two families hosted a lively New Year's Eve dinner together, and the atmosphere was festive and harmonious.
There were four cold dishes and four hot dishes on the wine table. In the middle was a steaming copper hot pot with meatballs, mutton, etc. tumbling in the clear soup.
"Yanzi, you're finally back." Han Yuemin picked up the wine glass, "Come on, let's go one by one!"
Fang Yan clinked the glasses and drank the wine in one gulp, "I I've been out for a month, and you miss me so much. Something must be wrong, right?"
Fang Hong put a piece of mutton in Han Yuemin's bowl, "He still has it. If anything happens, I want you to help him plan the factory."
Fang Yan then asked about the current situation of the clothing business. Agency, foreign trade, and domestic sales are all in one. The whole factory is very busy, almost every day. Three shifts, continuous work, but even so, the production capacity is still insufficient, which makes Han Yuemin almost suffer from firepower, no, lack of production capacity phobia.
"I'm losing hair all day long now, and I'm almost dying of anxiety."
Han Yuemin pointed to his head.
“You are totally tired.”
Fang Hong glared, “Didn’t the doctor tell you that if you continue to be so overworked, your hair loss will only get worse? Seriously."
Fang Yan looked up and down and noticed that Han Yuemin looked haggard, "Brother-in-law, you can't do this"
"That's what I said."
Fang Hong said worriedly: "If it weren't for accompanying me to the hospital, I guess he would still be unwilling to check his body."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Yuemin will accompany you to the hospital?" Yang Xia keenly caught the blind spot, "What's going on? What's wrong with you?"
In an instant, the whole place fell silent, and the wine The atmosphere on the table instantly dropped to freezing point.
Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Hong blushed and said hesitantly: "Either I'm sick, or I'm pregnant..."
"Pregnant?!"
Yang Xia, Han Mu and others were stunned for a moment, then came back to their senses and immediately fell into excitement and carnival.
I didn't even bother to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, and I didn't even bother to watch the Spring Festival Gala. They swarmed in front of Fang Hong, chattering and talking.
Fang Yan even walked around the table excitedly, clapping as she went around the table: "I want to have nephews and nieces, and I want to be an aunt!"
"Brother-in-law, you two are too special. You can hide it!" Fang Yan patted it with his hand, "Don't say anything about such a big thing."
Han Yuemin scratched his head, "Isn't this your sister's idea? She was going to say it on such a happy day today."
"You guys just love to create some surprises."
< br>Fang Yan shook his head and laughed, then became concerned about Han Yuemin's physical condition.
“Don’t worry, this is not a big problem for me.”
Han Yuemin waved his hand: “The doctor recommended him a hospital in southern Henan, saying that there was a miracle doctor there who could cure his hair loss. ”
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, vaguely remembering something, but just couldn't remember what it was.
Han Yuemin said: "Let's talk about clothes again. You asked me to go to Zheng Yuanjie to buy the trademark. I already have some ideas."
"Did he agree?"< br>
“Of course, not only the Pipiru trademarks, I also bought all the copyrights you mentioned.”
“It cost a lot of money, right?”
"It's not much. I thought it was tens of thousands, but I didn't expect he only wanted a few thousand."
Han Yuemin held out a finger, "For your sake, I simply gave him a round number, one Ten thousand yuan."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "Don't think you spent too much. From now on, just wait. Let's have some fun together." While the two were discussing further, Han's mother slapped the table and said, "It's Chinese New Year, let's not talk about work!"
Fang Yan and Han Yuemin exchanged words. After taking one look, he immediately turned his attention to Fang Hong, who was pregnant, and then to the Spring Festival Gala being broadcast on TV.
The entire Spring Festival Gala has entered a mature stage. Programs such as sketches, cross talk, folk arts, songs, dances, etc. have become fixed patterns and are continued. Next, more efforts will be made on the theme and content.
At this moment, the picture of "Mrs. Luxury Fragrance" deeply attracted Liu Sola's family.
"Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside the mountain, and the moonlight shines on Xiangshui Beach!"
Mother Liu followed the melody and hummed for a while, "Sola, do you know how luxurious it is?" Who is Mrs. Xiang? "
Liu Sola said: "Mom, didn't Zhu Fu just say that she is a heroic woman from the Yi ethnic group?"
Liu's mother asked: "Of course I know this. I'm asking the host what she didn't say."
Liu Sola was very depressed, "How do I know this?"
As a younger brother Liu Duola joked: "Sister, isn't that right? You are A teacher from China National University!"
"I am a music teacher!"
Liu Sola took a look and said, "If you want to ask me about the song, I can tell you this song "Luxury" How good is "Mrs. Xiang"?
"I also know this. First of all, Teacher Fang's lyrics are good."
Dora Liu shrugged. Because Liu's mother loves music, she not only named the three siblings "Mila" respectively. "Sola" and "Dora", and taught them classical music knowledge from an early age, and even took them to the theater every now and then.
“Nonsense!”
Liu Sola curled her lips and said, “This is Teacher Fang.”
When the song "Madame Luxury Fragrance" ended, she couldn't help but sigh. : "Why is Teacher Fang so great? Novels are like this, poetry is like this, prose poems are like this, and even lyrics are still like this."
"Sister, that's right!"
Dora Liu said with admiration and admiration in her tone: "He wrote the northwest style of "Loess High Slope", and he also wrote the Yi style of "Lady Shexiang" Oh! And the Miao-style song "Hot Girl" is simply amazing. It seems like there is no one without him. What a national style!”
“This is called cultural root-seeking,” said Liu’s mother, “otherwise, how could we call him the founder of ‘root-seeking literature’?”
Liu Duo. The three siblings, La and Liu Sola, were convinced that they were all of the same age, so how could there be such a big gap in their lives?
“Sister?”
"If you fart, let it go!"
"Didn't you write a novel a few days ago? Oops, it hurts. Why are you pinching my ears?"
"Be honest. ! How did you know about my novel!”
“The eldest sister told me!”
Dora Liu was pulled by the second sister and looked at the eldest sister in aggrieved manner.
Faced with Liu Sola's questioning look, Liu Mira also betrayed decisively: "Mom told me!"
Liu Sola muttered: "Mom, didn't you promise me that before I change my mind? , Don’t tell outsiders.”
“They are not outsiders. "
Mother Liu said, "Besides, there is no need to revise your manuscript. It can already be submitted to the publishing house for publication."
Liu Sola's eyes were full of expectation, "Really? What if I vote for Mr. Fang from People’s Literature? ”
As soon as these words came out, the room was quiet, and only the melody of "Love My China" was heard on the TV:
"Fifty-six constellations, fifty-six flowers,
Brothers and sisters of fifty-six ethnic groups are one family,
Fifty-six languages are combined into one sentence,
Love me China, love me China, love me China!”
Against the background of a series of song and dance programs such as "Lift Your Hijab", "Lady Luxury", "Loess Plateau", "Love My China", etc., the Spring Festival Gala with the theme of "Ethnicity" was both correct and successful. , it’s simply a united Spring Festival Gala! A victorious Spring Festival Gala! (End of this chapter)