Discussed the resettlement of these people with Sun Guoxin. Fan Keqin then left and walked out of the director's office. Fan Keqin didn't need Fan Keqin for the rest of the work today, Zhuang Xiaoman took care of all the bits and pieces.
When it was time to get off work in the evening, Fan Keqin went back a little early. Tonight was New Year's Eve. So he drove to the telegraph office first and sent a blessing telegram to his father, uncle, and aunt.
However, I may not be able to go back to my hometown in Zigong this year, but I don’t know for sure. The main thing is to see when the operational troops from the Midi Family War Information Bureau can come over. If they come early, then they really may not be able to go back. For situations like this where you can't be sure, it's better not to say anything. Save yourself the trouble of letting the elderly at home rejoice in vain. The content only said that he needed to wait for some news, and after confirming it, he would give the final letter to his elders.
Then Fan Keqin bought a box of wine and a box of drinks and went home directly. Entering the house, Fan Keqin saw Lu Xiaoya making noodles, and the meat filling next to her was ready. Dishes and other dishes have been cut and all that needs to be done is done.
Fan Keqin immediately started to lie, saying: "Oh, look, my family is so virtuous. Everything that should be done and shouldn't be done has been taken care of. What would I do without you?"
Lu Xiaoya was happy and said: "Don't be cheap. Wash your hands quickly and help me make dumplings."
It is said that dumplings are a symbol in Chinese cuisine. In fact, in the south, this custom is not observed in some places. However, these days, refugees from all over the country are mixed together. Although Old Jiang is a "master of micro-management", one thing he said is still right. There is no distinction between people, old and young, and there is no distinction between north and south. Therefore, they are mixed together. Northerners also learn the customs of the south, and southerners also learn the customs of the north. China is a very tolerant country. All kinds of customs are mixed together. If it weren't for the invasion of the little devils, it would definitely be better than it is now. In addition, Lu Xiaoya's mother is from the north, so eating dumplings is normal.
"Hey, done." Fan Keqin agreed and immediately went to wash his hands. It is said that he was a northerner in his previous life, but he is a southerner in this life, but no matter which side he is from, as long as he is a descendant of Yan and Huang.
Fan Keqin washed his hands and shouted, "Oh, did you call dad?"
"Ah? Beaten." Lu Xiaoya glanced at him and said, "Don't startle me."
"Hehe." Fan Keqin said, "How about it, daddy won't come over?"
Lu Xiaoya said: "Ah, I can't explain it. Let's go tomorrow."
"Okay. Then I'll call dad." Fan Keqin said, came to the phone, picked up the receiver and called Lu Suiyun. This is etiquette. It was Lu Xiaoya's business to talk to her father on the phone, but she had to say a few words.
After the call was connected, Fan Keqin asked Lu Suiyun to come over to celebrate the New Year, and said that he wanted to show off his skills in the kitchen. He asked him to come over and have a good taste, and finally said that he had to drink a few more drinks during the Chinese New Year. Lu Xiaoya couldn't drink well, and even the couple couldn't drink together, so Lu Suiyun had to do it himself.
The invitation was very sincere. However, Lu Suiyun still couldn't come, saying that he invited several old brothers from the hospital to celebrate the New Year alone at his home.
Since this is the case, there is nothing we can do. Fan Keqin said that he and Lu Xiaoya will go over tomorrow to pay New Year greetings to their elders. Then he put down the phone and went back...washed his hands again, then came to the table and opened the bag at the same time as Lu Xiaoya.
Lu Xiaoya was not good at rolling out the dough, while Fan Keqin rolled it out in a swishing motion, like a ruthless rolling machine. After accumulating a lot, he began to turn into an "emotional dumpling-making machine" and swish the dumplings. Lu Xiaoya's eyes widened.
After rolling out the last bit of dough into dumpling wrappers, Fan Keqin turned around and entered the kitchen to start cooking again, leaving Lu Xiaoya to make the dumplings for a while. By the time Fan Keqin had finished cooking the food, Lu Xiaoya's side had also been finished. Place it directly on the balcony on the second floor. It's cool now and won't break easily.
Fan Keqin put the drink next to Lu Xiaoya, while he opened the drink and prepared to have a drink with Lu Xiaoya. Then he can take advantage of the drunkenness and act like a monster with classmate Lu Xiaoya.
That's it, the two of them talked, laughed, fought and made trouble. Even though they were just two people, they had a good year. There is a saying: the sound of cannons is booming, the applause is thundering, the enthusiasm is enthusiastic, and the momentum is like a rainbow. Your heart will burn again, your feet will jump again, you can show off unlimitedly... move...
The next day, the two of them packed up neatly and neatly, with no signs of damage on their bodies - and went to Lu Suiyun's house.
At this time, Lu Suiyun's old friends haven't left yet. That's just right. Just yesterday, Lu Xiaoya and I were singing together and didn't drink much.
As a result, Fan Keqin, Lu Suiyun and several elders had a good meal. Lu Xiaoya and I stayed until night before leaving. When we got home, it was not yet seven o'clock, so early? Then we can't talk about it anymore, let's continue the mandarin duck bath.
That's it, Fan Keqin and Lu Xiaoya have been at home, singing and other things for three days off. On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, it was finally confirmed that I might not be able to return to my hometown in Zigong. What I haven’t said yet is to send another telegram to my father and the others to explain the situation.
Another day passed quickly, and on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Fan Keqin drove to the security bureau. The operational troops from the War Situation Bureau are arriving today, so I have to take a look. Call the field captains Zhao Debiao, Bai Fengtai, Kang Changming, and Wang Zhanyuan, and give them these instructions. Fan Keqin looked on.
Sure enough, after a while, a convoy of trucks drove in. A family member from the United States, number 140 or so, came down like dumplings. Just looking at their appearance, the majority of these people are of Asian ethnicity, probably in their forties. The rest are white and black. However, black people are the fewest, with only fourteen or five in total.
However, in Fan Keqin's eyes, this situation is not surprising. This was originally the operational force of the Asian branch of the War Situation Bureau, and it was normal that there were many Asians in it. However, Fan Keqin knew the information about these people. They were all from the United States.
After these beautiful family members got out of the car, they were crying like ghosts. Some looked around, some took pictures everywhere, and some smoked and chatted in groups.
Exaggeration? It's really no exaggeration at all, this is what the Midi family is like. Think about it, during the Anti-Japanese War, Chinese soldiers have been fighting since the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War. Have you ever heard that after the war, all these troops were asked to pull down the rear, and then take a vacation? no.
