It’s also a matter of political textbooks.

Before he went on stage, He Yin began to get nervous and spoke a little incoherently: "Brother, brothers, are you anyone who can do it? Can we get the first place this time?"

"Do you still want to get first?" Wen Miao yawned again and sneered at it, "That must be the countdown."

Lin Er glanced at the stage and commented in accordance with the principle of telling the truth: "Not to mention how they chose the background music, just with their skillful dance moves, we have already lost in terms of ornamentality."

Speaking of this, Wen Miao couldn't help but complain: "That's right, I'll just say that it's more difficult to do. After all, we are also professional. Doing this kind of kindergarten-like dance is simply a waste of money."

He Yin said helplessly: "Two masters, please be more realistic, okay? We can add, but you have to take care of these juniors and juniors who were fooled by me. They are not professional."

"..." Lin Erwen Miao rolled his eyes together, unwilling to pay attention to him.

He Yin pounded his elbow and pounded Shen Jiayu: "Boss Shen, can you tell fortunes?"

Shen Jiayu's tone was slightly cool: "Baby, I run a bar, not a Taoist temple."

"..." He Yin turned his head and looked at Xie Yan, "Brother, what about you?"

"No." Xie Yan gently pulled the corner of his lower lip, and his voice was filled with a bit of imperceptible tiredness. "But I'm taking the old Huangsheng, do you want to see it?"

"..." Hearing this, Lin Er turned his head first.

As he finished speaking, Xie Yan turned out his beloved old calendar from his schoolbag.

Liner: “…”

It's been a long time since she saw this old Huang Li appear, and she thought he had thrown it away.

Perhaps the three words "Old Almanac" were relatively unfamiliar in the 21st century. When Xie Yan said this, more than a dozen nearby eyes looked at them in unison, as if they were extremely curious about this thing.

The old almanac did not disappoint everyone's expectations, and it achieved excellent results when it appeared.

A thick book with red covers, a hand-torn perpetual calendar that will be torn apart after a day.

The red cover also features a Silu Shen holding a jade Ruyi, and the four gold-plated characters "Fu Xing Shi" are on the shiny forehead of Silu Shen.

"..." Everyone fell silent.

This is really something that has a very contemporary feeling, and it can be traced back to my grandfather's generation.

Lin Er and this old calendar are already old friends, and their mood is not as subtle as others. They only picked up the old calendar, flipped it out a few times, and threw it to Xie Yan.

He tore off so many pages of this thing, but he didn't see it thinner.

Still a thick book.

He Yin was very receptive. After the initial shock, he came over happily: "Hey, brother, what are the words on it? How are our fortune today?"

"Yeah, let's see." Xie Yan turned the old calendar to today's date, and then slowly recited it.

"On January 26, 2014, the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month of the year of Guisi, the lunar calendar should wear a three-button coat today, shouting in public, shouting in the long live Ultraman Tiga, minors should dance square dance, eat hot pot without sauce, and stepping on their left foot when going up the stairs."

Everyone: "..."
Chapter completed!