Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

After resolving the elderly woman's employment issue after the New Year, Wang Xiaozhou was finally able to settle down and focus on his work.

The final footage was edited in one day, and on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Meng Ziyi returned.

Wang Jianguo drove, and Wang Xiaozhou sat in the passenger seat. The two of them went to the provincial capital airport to pick up someone.

It had been almost a month since they last met, and Meng Ziyi practically ran out, ignoring Wang Jianguo standing to the side, and threw herself directly into Wang Xiaozhou's arms:

"I miss you."

Wang Xiaozhou glanced guiltily at his father, then gently put his arm around Meng Ziyi: "Now that we're big stars, aren't you afraid of paparazzi taking pictures at the airport?"

Meng Ziyi smiled and looked up: "I'm not afraid. If they take a picture, I'll just tell them about the person behind me..."

As she spoke, Meng Ziyi extended her right hand, pinched her index finger and thumb together, and then slowly opened them to their widest angle before laughing out, "There's such a thick notebook, full of new songs!"

Wang Xiaozhou knew that his older brother Wang Feng must have contacted Meng Ziyi. The scene of him showing off back then was also told to Meng Ziyi by his older brother as an amusing anecdote, and now Meng Ziyi was laughing at him.

"You really can't imagine the speed of a genius."

As they spoke, Wang Xiaozhou and Meng Ziyi made the same gesture: "This thick layer was from almost half a month ago; it must be this thick now."

Wang Xiaozhou replaced his index finger with his middle finger, making an exaggerated arc, and smiled smugly.

"You're just bragging."

Meng Ziyi tilted her head arrogantly and then saw Wang Jianguo standing to the side.

She quickly wriggled out of Wang Xiaozhou's arms, her face flushed, and greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."

"Okay, let's go quickly. It's cold outside. You young people are dressed really badly these days. Aren't you afraid of getting arthritis in old age?"

Actually, Meng Ziyi was wearing jeans today, with cotton pants underneath, but there's a kind of cold that only elders feel, no matter how many layers you wear.

It took an hour to drive to the county town. As I passed the main road and glanced inside, the festive atmosphere of the New Year instantly came over me.

Stalls selling firecrackers, couplets, and ice cream have almost reached the middle of the road, completely blocking the main road, which is dozens of meters wide, leaving only a few narrow gaps for pedestrians to pass through; cars simply cannot get in.

"Dad, you go back first. Ziyi and I will stroll around the streets and walk back."

Upon experiencing the familiar festive atmosphere of his memories up close, Wang Xiaozhou, in high spirits, grabbed Meng Ziyi and got off the bus.

Wang Jianguo yelled "Ouch!" and stepped on the gas to catch up with them. He rolled down the window and shouted, "Don't play for too long. Your mom has cooked dinner and is waiting at home."

"Okay!"

Wang Xiaozhou responded loudly, then led Meng Ziyi through the streets, buying two large bags of firecrackers, several couplets, and small colored lanterns.

Meng Ziyi also seemed to find it very novel, or rather, she found everything she did with Wang Xiaozhou novel.

"When I was little, my dad also bought me these little fairy lights and hung them in my room. I didn't want to turn them off all night."

Wang Xiaozhou placed the two large bags of firecrackers in Meng Ziyi's hands, then picked up a bag of frozen pears: "Then you can leave it on all night. We've reserved a room for you in our three-bedroom apartment. Do whatever you want with it."

Meng Ziyi carried the heavy load with great effort, and Wang Xiaozhou walked very quickly, but this seemingly inconsiderate man was very good at manipulating women's hearts.

"Finally back. Nothing is easy. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year and you only gave us a holiday today. Your company is really heartless."

As soon as Wang Xiaozhou pulled Meng Ziyi into the house, he heard his mother's continuous nagging.

"Auntie, our company doesn't require us to come to work. It's just that we've had a lot of announcements lately, and I just finished."

"You're still young, don't rush to make money, enjoy life. You bastard, you made Ziyi carry so much stuff."

The last sentence was spoken to Wang Xiaozhou. Ma Xiaoping reached out and took the things from Meng Ziyi's hands, rubbing her face vigorously: "We've gotten so cold, our faces are all red."

Watching the two being so intimate, Wang Jianguo scratched his head and recalled the scenes from when he lived in the countryside.

I disliked her from the moment I saw her in the hospital room; she looked so seductive, and her figure was like a vixen's...

I wonder if Ma Xiaoping still remembers these words.

As the group sat down at the table, Meng Ziyi felt a little uncomfortable. When she left home, there were people waiting for her, and she could eat as soon as she entered the house. The two elders at the table kept putting food on her plate. She hadn't enjoyed this kind of treatment in a long time.

"I've bought you all new bedding, red pajamas, and slippers. Don't come back to stay at your place these days. It's not safe for a young girl like you to live alone."

After getting to know Meng Ziyi and her son over time, Ma Xiaoping began to treat Meng Ziyi better.

In fact, a normal family should not allow its son to date and marry a girl who has lost both parents. The reason is somewhat pragmatic: the girl from such a family must be in poor economic condition.

But it's different with Wang Xiaozhou and Meng Ziyi. First of all, their son is definitely capable. He earned a lot of money before even graduating. He bought his father a car and then moved the family to a new house, so they won't have to worry about going hungry in the future.

Meng Ziyi has now entered the entertainment industry and seems to be doing quite well. Even if Ma Xiaoping is slow-witted, she knows that Meng Ziyi will make a lot of money in the future.

So let the two kids play however they want, and I, as their mother, will cooperate fully.

Meng Ziyi glanced at Wang Xiaozhou, first observing his expression, then nodded gently and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Auntie."

"What are you saying, child? Auntie has nothing to do at home all day, what's the trouble or not?"

After finishing their meal, Ma Xiaoping enthusiastically helped Meng Ziyi tidy up the house. Wang Xiaozhou and Wang Jianguo exchanged a glance, then helplessly shrugged and got up together to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

The next day, Ma Xiaoping and Meng Ziyi got up early and went out. It's unclear what they went to buy, but they returned with their third uncle, Wang Jianjun, and his family before noon.

"Happy New Year!"

Wang Xiaozhou, who was on the phone inside, greeted the visitors with a cheerful smile as they arrived at his home.

After my third uncle and his wife, it was my aunt's family, and then my eldest uncle's family.

Wang Jianguo's relatives are very united and spend the Spring Festival together every year. In the past, they would go to his uncle Wang Jianshe's house to celebrate. This year, Wang Xiaozhou's family bought a new house, and since the house couldn't be empty for the first year, they changed their gathering place to this place.

After everyone arrived, the women began to busy themselves in the kitchen, including the seriously ill Zhang Juan, mainly to create a festive atmosphere.

The men set up mahjong tables and played mahjong while eating sunflower seeds.

After saying hello, Wang Xiaozhou returned to his bedroom, intending to check entertainment news and get some work done.

But Wang Xiaoyue and Cheng Yuan immediately followed them in. The siblings' bickering made it impossible for anyone to calm down, so I simply gave up and got up to pin the chubby Cheng Yuan down, pinching his big fat face into a pig's face.

This is what Chinese New Year should be like!