lerbook Chapter 319 Respecting and Caring for the Elderly!
Chapter 319 Respecting and Caring for the Elderly!
At that moment, another group of elderly people holding family member passes entered the school gate one after another on the main road of the playground.
These elderly men and women were originally planning to leisurely stroll around the campus and reminisce about their glorious past.
When I looked up, I was completely stunned by the "zombie siege"-like queue in front of me.
The school sports meet is just a bunch of teenagers jumping around while their parents sit on the table eating sunflower seeds and taking pictures.
What's going on with this seemingly endless "dragon"?
The long queue stretched along the green belt to the horizon, leaving them somewhat bewildered.
"Hey, honey, look!"
The middle-aged man leading the group adjusted his glasses, looking utterly bewildered. "Is the Shanghai Theatre Academy's cafeteria handing out gold bars today? Or is some international director holding auditions?"
"The number of people in line is even more exaggerated than when I lined up outside the bank to buy commemorative coins back in the day."
The boy next to him, who was picking up his parents, was also stunned. He rubbed his eyes and vaguely heard the guy in front of him in line shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Don't push! If you push any further, I'll kill myself on the spot! Goddess Bai Zhi is right ahead!"
"The Goddess Bai Zhi?!"
In that instant, the boy's eyes lit up like two-kilowatt searchlights.
He slapped his thigh suddenly, looking extremely remorseful.
"Dad! Mom! I told you to leave earlier! You had to dawdle at home for those last two minutes!"
"Oh no! Goddess Bai Zhi is personally setting up a charity sale! Judging by this pace, by the time it's our turn, there probably won't even be a single packaging box left!"
The boy's father looked disgusted.
"What's with all this talk about angelica and angelica? She's just a contestant on a talent show, why are you getting so worked up? Where's your self-respect?"
"Dad! You don't understand!"
The boy was so anxious that he jumped up and down, and began to recount Jiang Baizhi's achievements to his parents in great detail.
"Jiang Baizhi! She is the only true god of our China!"
"Have you ever seen someone score 1995 on The Voice of China? That rendition of 'I Love You, China' literally sent all the keyboard warriors on the internet to their deaths!"
"That aura, that divine beauty—are they something you can just casually look at?"
The boy was talking non-stop, completely unaware that his grandfather, who had been standing silently to the side and calmly fanning himself with a folding fan, suddenly froze when he heard the name "Jiang Baizhi".
"What did you say? What's that girl's name?"
Grandpa suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly.
The boy, oblivious to anything amiss, continued his persuasion:
"Jiang Baizhi! She's the one who sang 'Gently Tell You,' her voice is so sweet it could make you feel twenty years younger..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Grandpa's face, which was full of "peace and tranquility," was instantly covered by a red light called "fervor."
He shakily pulled out the old-fashioned mobile phone with its oversized font from his pocket, his fingers trembling as he tapped the screen and held it up to his grandson's eyes.
"Bo'er, look, isn't this the girl?"
The boy looked closely and his whole body cracked open.
The wallpaper on Grandpa's old-fashioned phone was a close-up screenshot of Jiang Bai wearing a Peter Pan collar plaid dress and smiling innocently on "The Voice of China"!
"Holy crap! Grandpa! How did you get a picture of your goddess? And you even used it as your screensaver?!"
"Hey! How dare you talk like that?"
"This is my only idol in this life!"
Grandpa's face turned red, and his previous detached attitude of "if I can't buy it, I can't buy it" vanished instantly.
Immediately, the old man moved with the agility of a seventeen-year-old track and field star, tucking his folding fan into his waistband and dashing to the back of the line.
"This girl sings so authentically! That's true art!"
"I've been looping that all night, what do you bumpkins know?!"
"Quick! Everyone, stop standing around and get in line! If you're late, you really won't be able to buy any!"
The boy watched helplessly as his grandfather, who had been walking slowly just moments before, suddenly sped away like a race car with nitrous oxide, disappearing into the crowd.
Moreover, as soon as Grandpa joined the line, he began to demonstrate his seasoned social skills.
He gave a kind smile to a physical education student wiping his sweat in front of him:
"Young man, look at me, I'm almost seventy years old this year, and I also have high blood pressure, heart disease, and leg problems, my feet aren't very good either."
"Could we uphold the tradition of respecting and caring for the elderly and move Grandpa forward a hundred or two places?"
The PE student turned around and looked at the girl with a strange expression; his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Sir, you sprinted faster than me just now. You call that having bad legs? Are you telling me you have high blood pressure?
I don't believe you! You cunning old man, Deng!
"Sir, it really won't work."
The PE student, with a mournful face, pointed to the blue canopy in front of him, his tone extremely tragic:
"I even want to teleport right in front of Goddess Bai Zhi and join the queue!"
"Even if you were my own grandfather, I would never give up this position today!"
"I'm even planning to take advantage of the blind box buying opportunity to ask my goddess in person if she can accept me as her 'good younger brother'!"
"This spot is my lifeline! No one can touch it! Sir, you'd better step aside!"
Upon hearing this, Grandpa was not angry at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited.
Turning back to his family, who were still standing there in a daze on the main road, he waved frantically.
"Come here quickly!! The whole family needs to line up!!"
"Ah Hao! Where are your uncles and aunts? Call them all over here!"
"There's strength in numbers! We absolutely have to get our hands on that blind box!!"
The boy, seeing his entire family turn against him, looked at his mother in horror:
"Mom, my grandpa... has he been possessed?"
The boy's mother, no longer concerned with maintaining her composure, stared at the serene and elegant Jiang Baizhi on the screen, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.
"Stop talking nonsense and get in line! This young lady... does have a dignified appearance, and Mom likes her quite a bit too."
then.
In a corner of the playground.
An extremely bizarre scene appeared.
In this "death queue" formed for Jiang Baizhi, a family of four had somehow managed to sneak in.
Grandpa was frantically trying to impress the elderly in front of everyone, while his grandson was frantically recording videos on his phone behind him, and his parents were acting as human shields in the middle.
This family perfectly embodies what it means to be a "harvesting machine for all ages"—Jiang Baizhi!