Right now, Lu Xiaolan is shouting in the group: "Oh come on, cousin, you've grabbed so much, it's your turn to give out now!"
Li Younan put down his phone and said to his mom, "How could that be? Mom, I actually find chatting with you pretty interesting. Keep telling me the story of your colleague who's thirty-eight and still not married. I really enjoy it."
His mom snorted, "Don't make fun of others, in a few years, you'll be pushing thirty too. Once you hit thirty, time flies by like turning pages in a book. In the blink of an eye, you'll be thirty-eight or thirty-nine."
"Mom, are you worried I won't find a girlfriend?"
"Of course not, let's continue talking about that colleague, ha..."
As you get older, you can't stay up late anymore. Mom didn't even stay awake for the dumpling-making scene on TV before her eyelids started drooping.
After she went to bed early, Li Younan found himself unable to sleep.
He sat on the sofa, silently watching the Spring Festival Gala.
