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In Lu Miaomiao's memory, the day of New Year's Eve was always full of noise and noise.

Unlike the quiet and high-end Lujia, where there is no sound of firecrackers for ten miles, Lao Lu's barbecue restaurant is still freezing cold with stalls on this day, and it is very lively at night.

It's not for the sake of those barbecued skewers, but the old Lu is used to being lively, otherwise he wouldn't bring a son who is more expensive than a house to his family.

He always likes to pull out the thick brick Sony TV, and then set up a table to lean on the electric heater. He doesn't sell the skewers to outsiders, and he will bake a big plate with a group of neighbors and watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

The scent wafted across the four streets, and several stray cats could rush over looking for the warm air, and they would definitely get a big bowl of food.

Lu Miaomiao was in high school at that time, and the top student also had a rebellious period. He always felt that watching the Spring Festival Gala was ordinary, magic tricks were boring, and singing and dancing were bureaucratic.

Every year when I was fined to sit, I wanted to turn on the screen, and when I turned on the screen, I would complain about magic tricks and quizzes, and then I was punished by Lao Lu to wash dishes in the kitchen.

While brushing the greased dishes with his pursed mouth, he listened to the sound of the Spring Festival Gala outside through the crack of the door. Although his eardrums hurt occasionally from Lao Lu's jokes, it didn't delay Lu Miaomiao's happiness for so many years In the past, I can also pet stray cats along the way.

where like now.

Lu Miaomiao stretched out her little cat's head, and glanced at the big dining table in the main hall of the main building. There were more than a dozen people sitting neatly dressed, and the first meeting was nothing more than that.

It was only 7 o'clock when the group clinked glasses together, except for the old housekeeper who was slowly introducing high-end dishes that seemed to have just been served in a five-star hotel, everyone else was silent.

When the dishes were all served, Lu Haoyuan coughed and said, "Let's start." Then everyone moved their chopsticks.

Lu Miaomiao shrank her head back, and continued to lick the cat rice that Lu Xiao personally mixed in her basin. It was the first time that she didn't hear the big red accent of the Spring Festival Gala, and she felt a little nostalgic.

After eating the meal in a slow voice for more than half an hour, when a large table finished eating the dumplings with precision like an assembly line and began to deliver New Year's greetings, Lu Miaomiao almost fell asleep beside the sofa.

Another glance at Lu Xiao, who was sitting next to Aunt Yun, was still sitting upright, as if he had already gotten used to this pattern.

The younger generation who sat on the west side had already taken the brunt of the Lu family’s practice—the personal summary on the New Year’s Eve.

When he came around in a big circle and arrived at Lu Mingrui, after he finished a long section of the company's performance report, he looked at the little fur ball behind him with a sly look.

"The big film and television projects for the New Year are probably these. Cough, in fact, everyone is busy with work, and it's good to have a pet. I think this kitten is beautiful, smart, and easy to raise. After raising the cat, his temper has improved and he is more considerate. Yes, just like my elder brother. What a little lucky star."

Lu Xiao: "..."

Lu Miaomiao: "..."

Xiao Fuxing squinted his eyes emotionlessly, but didn't respond.

After knowing the true face of Third Young Master Lu, the previous sugar-coated shells had lost their power, so Lu Miaomiao turned around and pointed her butt at Lu Mingrui.

Lu Mingrui: "..."

After Fang Ziyi gave a hard-core performance report that was neither too long nor too short, Lu Xiao finished a few simple sentences and arrived at Lu Zhan.

He tightened his red tie, and was about to start after clearing his voice, "This year, the performance of the real estate side..."

"The gongs and drums of spring~~ ringing the celebration every year~~~ Hehehe!"

The clear and loud voice rang out flatly, instantly overshadowing Lu Zhen's dragging half-tone, everyone on the table looked sideways, and Aunt Yun pouted and cast her gaze at the borderless TV next to the sofa.

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"Beautiful dance brings joy every year~~~~ Hehehe!"

A tune-changed and re-arranged song is being sung passionately on the big screen with the sound of drums beating by a group of strong men, and the word Spring Festival Gala in the lower right corner of the TV is emitting a golden light.

"..."

On the big crystal coffee table opposite the TV, Lu Miaomiao was leaning over, with a few grapes scattered around her small front paws, and one hind paw seemed to be pressing on the remote control, and the whole cat squinted lazily , as if accidentally turned on the TV.

This will change the people at the table, and I am afraid that they will be kicked out of the table in the next second.

The serious big table was as quiet as a drop of a needle could be heard, Lu Zhen's face turned red and then pale, and due to some ulterior reasons, she didn't have the guts to ask Lu Xiao to deal with this little thing.

And Lu Mingrui, who praised the little lucky star just now, couldn't slap him in the face, so he could only pretend not to see it.

In the end, Fang Ziwei stood up with a smile, "It's pretty naughty, let me turn off the TV, bro, sit down."

For the Lu family, there has never been any entertainment during the Chinese New Year.

The song on the other side of the TV had reached its climax, and the scene was full of singing and dancing. Lu Miaomiao wagged her tail, suddenly remembering the days when she and Lao Lu spent the New Year together.

In fact, the Spring Festival Gala is not that ugly, he just likes to show off, and he is happy to be ordered around. Old Lu can spend the whole night at leisure, and the two of them stare at each other in the same yard.

Maybe the meaning of sitting down together is more important than what to do.

At least after Lao Lu passed away, he seldom stayed alone in the old yard, even if no one urged him to wash the dishes.

The research office and school became the places where he stayed more than his home, and the Lu family, a group of "serious people" who were giving lectures, unexpectedly became the object of him watching the Spring Festival Gala together again.

But maybe just watch this one show.

Fang Ziwei smiled and removed Lu Miaomiao's little claw, picked up the remote control and was about to press it.

Lu Miao made a small mime, pouted her cat's head, and planned to go back to the nest to take a nap, but a deep voice with a slight cough sound passed through the entire magnificent living room.

Lu Haoyuan: "Why don't we talk about it, heck, let's watch the party."

Fang Ziwei, who was holding the remote control, was obviously surprised. He opened his eyes wide and checked in the direction of the dining table.

"Chairman, aren't you going to report tonight?"

Lu Miaomiao "sighed" and sat back on the throne of the coffee table, following Lu Haoyuan's movement of getting up and hooking her waist, she wagged her tail triumphantly.

It really is Lao Tzu.

I know you all want to watch TV.

"No, I just wanted to play a game of cards. Cough, you guys watch the party and report to another day."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Xiao, "Today is crowded and lively, so don't stay alone all the time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Yun and Fang Ziwei's mother's buttocks had already landed on the sofa seat, Lu Miaomiao was gently hugged on her lap, and enjoying the treatment of a lucky star being bald, several juniors soon surrounded them, The table was instantly empty.

Lu Xiao's tone was still the same as you asked me to answer, but he rarely sat on the sofa and leaned back in a relaxed manner.

"Well, no one."