Su Jinlai had been pacing back and forth in front of his house for a long time, and the more he paced, the angrier he felt.
These people really had no self-awareness. On such a cold day, instead of staying inside where it was warm, they crowded outside the window, oblivious to the chill, watching with great interest. They were truly naive and unsophisticated. Seeing everyone so excited, he couldn't help but think they were all short-sighted.
It was just a television, after all. Was it really that exciting?
One day, he, Su Jinlai, would own a television too, the biggest and best one.
He had waited and waited, and finally, everyone had gone home.
The television programs had all ended, and everyone reluctantly left. Jinlai finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yinlai watched his older brother still pacing in the courtyard and felt deeply puzzled. Everyone else had stayed up late watching television and didn't rest, but why was his brother pacing around without resting?
