"Who has such strength? Can't you leave him with some breath?"
Zhang Miaomiao rushed over, wringing her hands. "This was the only second son you had, and you blew him up!"
Dazhuang offered a suggestion in a low voice, "How about... we hold this 'funeral' and the 'celebration' today?"
"Hold what! Hold what!"
Director Huang was furious, he hit his nephew's head with the small notebook he was holding.
Then he directly tore off a page, wrote "Second Son" on it with a pen, and stuck it on his nephew's forehead with a snap.
Dazhuang: "..."
Can't a nephew have some nephew's rights?!
"Come on, come on, let's continue, don't miss the auspicious time!" Zhang Miaomiao directed into the walkie-talkie, "Quick, Shocking Swan Dance, hurry, hurry!"
Xia Weiliang stiffly turned her head and saw two male staff members, with flowing sleeves and wearing headgear, running towards her.
"Hahaha..."
Wai Shao laughed heartily, "If she's not in the crosstalk and skit group for next year's Spring Festival Gala, I won't watch it!"
The event, which was supposed to be solemn and rigorous, was completely livened up by this performance. The musicians temporarily assigned to the group, playing suona and erhu for the background music, unexpectedly raised their pitch by three levels. Everyone in the event completed their tasks in rhythm.
Xin Jinghe sat in his wheelchair, smiling and watching these children.
He seemed to be in particularly good spirits today, his eyes brighter, which made Xin Hong happy as well.
"Xin Hong."
He suddenly spoke, "They've all come back."
Xin Hong smiled and asked, "Who has come back?"
But very soon, his smile gradually froze on his face.
Xin Jinghe's eyes were full of longing, "They've come to pick me up."