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Chapter 921 More than one pair of chopsticks
This paragraph seems ordinary, but it is being performed in thousands of households across the country.

What the son eats is the taste of the long-lost mother, but for the mother, she is satisfied that the son can come back and eat the dishes she cooks.

The plainest, simplest, and often the most touching.

The camera switches again, this time to a foreign country, San Francisco, Chinatown.

The streets are full of red lanterns, and the sound of firecrackers ringing out from time to time is full of festive atmosphere.

Upstairs, the old man looked at the street scene through the glass window with a smile on his face.

The old man sat on the sofa looking at old photos.

I called my children and granddaughters and made an appointment to have New Year's Eve dinner together in the evening.

However, this time the old man spoke English!
The old man came to the spiritual tablet of his parents, offered incense to his parents, and put the bowls and chopsticks: "Dad, Mom, it's Chinese New Year, and I wish you a New Year!"

The subtitles slowly emerged: "Missing!"

Even if you are a wanderer far away overseas, even though you speak a foreign language and live in a foreign land, you can't forget your roots, and you can't forget to put two bowls and chopsticks in front of your parents' spiritual tablets.

The camera returns to the domestic "Bashu Xuanhan!"

It's the Chinese New Year, and the children who are busy traveling outside bring their children and come back to reunite for the New Year.

Every household hangs up brand new and bright red lanterns, irons up new Spring Festival couplets to welcome the arrival of the new year, but not everyone is happy to celebrate the new year.

An old man was standing at the door with a pipe in his hand, looking at the lively neighbors. When they passed by, they would always say hello to him and send a greeting: "Uncle Wang, Happy New Year!"

But although he responded with a smile all over his face, in the camera, there were still no new lanterns or new Spring Festival couplets pasted on the door of his house.

Seeing the lively, harmonious and beautiful neighbor's family, his eyes were filled with envy.

But he could only turn around and look back alone.

The neighbor turned around and saw Lao Wang alone, and stopped him with a smile, "Hey, Lao Wang!"

Then he stepped forward and took Pharaoh's hand: "Go, go, go to my house for dinner!"

Uncle Wang reached out and pointed at the house with the cigarette stick: "I'm cooking at home!"

But the neighbor didn't care and insisted on taking Pharaoh to eat at home: "Oh, it's Chinese New Year, let's go, let's go!"

Lao Wang explained: "Really, I'm cooking a meal!"

But the neighbor didn't care and said: "I know, just do it, more people have more chopsticks, let's go!"

After speaking, he dragged Lao Wang into the house: "You're welcome!"

The house was bustling, and the neighbor's grandmother saw his wife pulling Lao Wang over, and greeted him warmly: "Old Wang! Why are you being polite? Have more chopsticks!"

Lao Wang sat at the neighbor's dining table, and the neighbor added a pair of bowls and chopsticks for him.

"Today is Chinese New Year, we are happy!"

Everyone read and said: "Happy, happy!"

But Lao Wang couldn't help wiping his tears with his hands.

The subtitles slowly emerged: "Good neighborliness!"

Many people may remember this scene when they were young. All distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. At that time, neighbors were really like relatives.

More people have more chopsticks. This sentence can be said to be familiar to anyone's ears.

Especially for people of the older generation like Fu Guangnan, when the sentence: "Many people have more chopsticks" sounded, they couldn't help but get red eyes for no reason.

Seeing the scene of Lao Wang wiping his tears, it is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

The camera once again took them to "Jinan Licheng!"

In a small house, the wife with a big belly cooks and stir-fries.

On the road, the husband who was riding a bicycle to deliver the courier was busy working on this small family until the evening of the New Year's Eve!

The wife finished cooking, took out the bowls and chopsticks, sat at the dining table and waited for her husband to come back for dinner.

The husband stopped the car and walked into the house.

The wife turned her head and said, "The food is ready!"

The husband said apologetically, "There are so many things today!"

Sitting at the dinner table, the husband took out a special gift and handed it to his wife.

The wife took it and saw that it was a pair of small chopsticks.

She couldn't help laughing happily, reached out and touched her husband's head and said with a smile, "Fool."

The husband stretched out his hand and gently stroked his wife's swollen belly and said, "In two months, I will be a father!"

The two looked at each other sweetly and smiled, holding each other tightly with both hands.

Suddenly, the happiness of the young couple almost overflowed the screen.

Let everyone be wrapped in a light called happiness.

The subtitles appeared again: "Stay together!"

In Huaguo, adding a pair of chopsticks is equivalent to adding an extra person to the family. Those are chopsticks for babies!

Finally, the camera returns to the capital.

Grandma took out the new chopsticks that she had prepared, and arranged them with a pair of belts. It’s Chinese New Year, and the whole family is lively and lively. They happily picked up the chopsticks and ate the New Year’s Eve dinner together around the stove.

Grandma put a chicken wing between her grandson's bowls: "Fly high!"

The little grandson put a piece of fish back into grandma's bowl: "There is more than every year!"

Grandma took another chopstick and put it in the grandson's bowl: "There will be a good harvest!"

The little grandson cleverly picked up a chopstick of noodles for his grandma: "Live a long life!"

"it is good!"

The whole family couldn't help applauding.

Grandma hugged her little grandson with happiness on his wrinkled face.

The subtitles appeared again: "Thank you!"

The screen turned again, and the previous paragraphs and scenes reappeared.

"A pair of chopsticks carries the emotions of China for thousands of years, tasteful, delicious, happy Chinese flavor!"

The clip is over.

In the small screening room, Fu Guangnan and the others looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile.

I just don't know when, between each other, the eye sockets are already a little red.

In fact, the short film is not intended to be sensational, but those pictures and the short stories make people can't help being touched and moved by it!

From the grandpa using chopsticks to let the baby taste the first taste of soy sauce and vinegar, to the mother teaching her daughter to use chopsticks, to the father teaching her son the table manners of letting the elders move the chopsticks first, to the words of human kindness between neighbors : "Multiple people have more chopsticks!" In a small home, the husband gave a pair of small chopsticks to the child who is about to be born. The satisfied sense of happiness, and the overseas Chinese elderly, entrusted their deceased parents missing.

A pair of chopsticks, the emotions derived from it, and the sense of happiness, made everyone extremely admirable.

"As expected of Li Yi! This short film is good, it's really great!"

"Chopsticks carry thousands of years of emotion, culture, and inheritance. They are delicious, good!"

"That's all, great!"

"We Chinese all know how to use chopsticks! That's very good."

For a while, everyone commented with emotion.

You know, everyone watched so many short films before, but they didn't have such enthusiastic exclamation and appreciation.

Fu Guangnan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's really the shadow of a tree of people's names, apart from Li Yi's short film, the real one is worthy of the name.

However, he also knew that it would be very difficult for Li Yi to invite him to make such a short film again.

But at least this time, Li Yi did surprise everyone again.

(End of this chapter)