He opened the door, and Ning Ge was leaning against the frame, yawning. Seeing Ning Gang come out, he waved his hand.
"Big brother, are you still going to the cultural evening? The performances are almost over."
Ning Gang glanced at his watch and said, "It's so late, Dad, you..."
"I won't go. You guys go ahead. It's the same shows every year, not that interesting." Old Master Ning waved his hand.
"Dad, if you don't go, I'm afraid we won't be able to get through the year without trouble. People will come to visit you every day, thinking something is wrong!" Ning Gang's wife, Xiu Xian, said with a smile.
"Exactly, Dad, take a walk with us. On the first day of the New Year, you can see your old comrades-in-arms," Ning Gang urged.
Old Master Ning hesitated for a moment, then said, "Well, alright then!"
"I'll go tell them to get the car ready!" Xiu Xian walked away joyfully.
