Cāi Cāi

Chapter 85:Curtain Call: Fame the Musical (2)

Early in the Spring Festival this year, Waiting for the Midnight Sun ended its premiere in Huacheng a step ahead. A few steps behind, the Spring Festival arrived.

Blockbuster Studio was closed on the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month. For the remaining few days, Tan Yiming continued to buy Spring Festival goods with Xiang Cai. Although online shopping was now well-developed, it was still fun to go to the crowded supermarket to purchase Spring Festival goods, to listen to the song "Congratulations for Getting Rich, Congratulations for Being Wonderful" on the supermarket stereo, and to snatch the clearance eggs with grandpas and aunts; that was the special vibe of the Spring Festival.

Xiang Cai had the snacks that he wanted to eat, the fruits he wanted to buy, all the chicken, duck, and fish he desired, and even the rare off-season ice cream...As long as he glanced at the item, Tan Yiming would stuff it into the shopping cart as if it didn't cost money.

Xiang Cai said: "How old am I, still buying snacks to try out."

"How are you old? You are still a kid in your early twenties." Tan · 30-year-old mature adult · Yiming took another bag of snacks from the shelf and displayed it to Xiang Cai.

Xiang Cai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked him, "I'm a kid in my early twenties, so when I'm 30, will I still be a kid?"

"When you are thirty, then I will be almost forty." Tan Yiming replied casually while comparing two packs of shampoos with different prices and different capacities. "As long as I am older than you, in my eyes, you will always be a little friend."

"..."

Xiang Cai was silent. Suddenly, he rushed forward, and tightly wrapped Tan Yiming's waist from behind. He put his head on the man's back and remained in the embrace for a moment.

Tan Yiming was startled, held the hand on his waist and patted it lightly, then coaxed: "I said that you are a kid, and you really started acting like a baby?"

Xiang Cai hid his face in his clothes, and said with his voice muffled: "...Do you have an opinion on it?"

"No opinion." Tan Yiming said in a low voice, "If only you were so coquettish in bed... ai ai ai, it hurts, don't pinch me !!"

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As the Spring Festival approached, more and more new year greetings were exchanged.

Tan Yiming's mobile phone received dozens of new year greetings a day, all of which were copied and pasted before being forward to everyone in their contact list. Some even forgot to change the name of the person they were blessing.

Tan Yiming didn't bother to click it. The message notification logo on his WeChat had jumped to four digits. Xiang Cai just glanced at the red notification symbols dotting his screen, and felt that he was about to be diagnosed with OCD.

George tried something new, and sent a Spring Festival e-card from abroad.

The animated greeting card slowly unfolded. He and his wife, Shang Xiaorui, stood side by side in front of the camera, each holding a child who seemed to be carved out of pink jade in their arms. The boy wore a golden Tang suit with a small braid attached to the hat on his head; the girl wore a small pink cheongsam with two balls on her head. The two children held hands and shouted in unskilled Chinese: "Happy Spring Festival red envelope!"

The background sound of the e-card was specifically selected to be the classic "Spring Festival Overture", which is very lively, along with the special effects of the crackling of firecrackers.

Tan Yiming skillfully sent George a two-hundred-yuan WeChat red envelope, saying that it was lucky money for the two children.

George joked: "Two-hundred renminbi for the Spring Festival is a bit stingy! Boss Tan, you should at least give two hundred dollars."