Last year, the biggest event in our country was a flood that was rare in a century. The heroic people's army achieved victory in flood fighting with great perseverance and a spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice.

This victory is great.

Thinking of it now, I couldn't help but feel excited.

This sketch of Uncle Benshan, Sister Dandan, Xiao Cui, and the three of them is also a classic among the classics.

When Wang Yu saw this, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved. The works at this time were beautiful, interesting and profound.

So, what about the new screenwriter of myself?

Outside the window, the crackling sound of firecrackers came, it was the Chinese New Year.

...

"Sister, come back."

"Why."

“I’m really fine with myself.”

"I know."

"Go back."

"My... went to the south to start construction after the Chinese New Year."

"I won't follow the team this time."

"I know, I'll watch your drama when I'm back."

"I guess it will take several months to rehearse, so there is no hurry."

"Well, whoever bullies you outside will mention your sister."

"With my sister here, no one dares to bully me."

Gorgeous fireworks continued to appear in the sky, and a pungent smell drifted on the street.

The smoke and dust have not dissipated and are covered in silver.

My sister wore a red scarf and watched Wang Yu get into the taxi and kept waving her hands.

Wang Yu also fell down the window in the car and waved goodbye to his sister.

This was his first Spring Festival after traveling through time. He was a little nervous, but at this moment, his heart was full of discomfort.

Wang Yu was sure that his life had already begun a whole new way, and a strange and hopeful road was at his feet.
Chapter completed!