classifiedscript Chapter 508 Spring Festival of 12
Chapter 508 Spring Festival of 12
At 10 p.m. sharp, Fu Yibai said goodbye to the leaders at his table and bent down to walk out along the passageway on the side of the audience seats.
As the side door of the studio opened, a rush of cold air from the corridor greeted us.
As the car drove out of the CCTV building parking lot, the traffic on Chang'an Avenue was much thinner than when we arrived, and the red lanterns and colored lights on both sides of the road illuminated the entire street.
Forty minutes later, the car turned into the gate of the capital's villa district.
The security personnel poked their heads out of the guard booth, saw his license plate, saluted, and the barrier slowly rose.
The car was parked in the garage, and Fu Yibai pushed open the door and entered the villa.
The TV in the living room was showing the Spring Festival Gala.
Li Hui, Fu Jianlin, Yang's father, Yang's mother, Liu's father, and Liu's mother sat around a coffee table covered with plastic wrap and piled high with dumplings that hadn't been cooked yet.
Yang Rong sat on the sofa, holding Fu Zhaoning in her arms.
The little girl stared wide-eyed at the flashing colors on the TV screen, her mouth slightly open, completely captivated by the images.
Liu Yan sat down next to Yang Rong, holding Fu Jingchen in her arms.
The little one was shaking Liu Yan's index finger back and forth, making babbling sounds.
Li Hui was the first to notice the noise at the door.
"You're back?"
"I'm back."
Fu Yibai walked over, sat down next to Yang Rong, and kissed Fu Zhaoning's forehead.
"Now that everyone's here, let's make dumplings and eat."
Li Hui carried plates of dumplings into the kitchen, with Yang's mother and Liu's mother following behind to help.
Twelve dishes and eight plates of dumplings filled a long table.
Yang Rong put the sleeping Zhao Ning into the crib, and Liu Yan took the sleeping Jing Chen from Fu Yibai's arms and put him into the crib next to her.
The two little ones lay side by side, one with a clenched fist and the other with a slightly open mouth, sleeping quietly in different postures.
The family sat around the dining table.
Fu Jianlin stood up and raised his wine glass.
This year marks the first time our three families have gotten together to celebrate the Lunar New Year.
With two more little ones, we also have two more in-laws.
That's all for now. Happy New Year, and wishing you peace and good health.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Fu Yibai's parents left their villa in the capital and went to visit relatives.
On the same day, "Painted Skin 2" was released nationwide.
As a sequel to "Painted Skin", this film has attracted a lot of attention since its initial planning stages.
Fu Yibai's "Painted Skin" created a box office miracle back then.
Although in recent years, due to the rapid development of special effects technology in domestic special effects films, audiences have increasingly higher expectations for visual effects, "Painted Skin 2" still sparked a viewing frenzy on its opening day thanks to its excellent production and profound emotional core.
It grossed 4950 million yuan on its opening day and then rebounded to 5200 million yuan on its second day.
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Mr. and Mrs. Yang and Mr. and Mrs. Liu packed their luggage.
Mother Yang held Zhao Ning in her arms, reluctant to let go. The little girl was wearing a pale yellow onesie, her little hands clutching her grandmother's collar, babbling a few indistinct syllables.
Yang's mother's eyes reddened, and she lowered her head to kiss Zhao Ning's forehead again and again.
"Mom, you can come and stay after the New Year."
"Alright, stop seeing me off, it's cold outside."
Yang's mother handed Zhao Ning to Yang Rong and turned to wipe the corner of her eye.
Meanwhile, Liu's mother was also saying goodbye to Jing Chen.
Liu's mother patted his back, muttering, "Grandma is gone, you have to be good and not bother your mother all the time." She didn't know if the two-month-old baby could understand.
Liu Yan stood at the door, holding her mother's handbag in her hand.
"Mom, call me when you land."
"understood."
Liu's mother returned Jingchen to Liu Yan, took the handbag, and then reached out to touch her grandson's little face.
"This kid grows fast; he'll probably be a whole size bigger next time we meet."
Fu Yibai arranged for a car to take the four elderly people to the airport.
Two black Mercedes vans were parked in front of the villa, and the drivers loaded the suitcases into the trunk one by one.
Mr. Yang and Mr. Liu chatted for a few more minutes by the car. The two grandfathers exchanged cigarettes and smoked them in the cold wind before getting into their respective cars.
The villa fell silent again. Fu Zhaoning was put back in her crib, where she was engrossed in chewing on her soft cloth dragon doll.
Fu Jingchen squirmed in Liu Yan's arms for a while, yawned twice, and then fell asleep.
Yang Rong sat down on the sofa, picked up the brown sugar water on the coffee table, and took a sip.
"The house is empty again."
"I won't be free in a few days." Fu Yibai sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
Yang Rong glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on her lips. She knew exactly what Fu Yibai was referring to. Binbin and the others would be returning to Beijing one after another after the New Year.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Guo Zhenni's white Porsche was the first to appear in a parking space in the villa area of the capital.
When she pushed open the door, she was carrying two large bags. One bag contained cured meat and braised duck from her hometown, and the other contained tiger-head shoes for Xiao Zhaoning and Xiao Jingchen, one pair in red and one in blue, with the two crooked characters for "peace" embroidered on the shoes.
"My mom insisted on giving it to me, but she didn't believe me when I said you can buy anything in Beijing."
Guo Zhenni put the cured meat into the kitchen, picked up the tiger-head shoes, and squatted down next to the crib.
Zhao Ning was gnawing on her fist when she saw Guo Zhenni's face approaching. She stopped what she was doing, stared blankly for two seconds, and then grinned with her toothless little mouth.
"She still remembers me!"
Guo Zhenni's voice rose a half-note in excitement as she placed the pair of red tiger-head shoes next to Zhao Ning's feet and compared them.
"It's a bit big, but I can wear it in two months."
Liu Yan came downstairs, holding Jing Chen, who had just woken up, in her arms.
The little guy was in a good mood today, didn't cry, and looked around with his round eyes wide open.
Guo Zhenni immediately went over and waved the little blue tiger-head shoes in front of him.
"Jingchen, look, this is for you."
Jingchen reached out his little hand, grabbed the tiger head on the shoe, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Liu Yan quickly pulled out the shoe and replaced it with a rattle, handing it to him instead.
The little guy paused for a second, then continued chewing on the rattle, clearly not caring what it was.