"Hello kids. What's your name, and how old are you?"

Yang Yannian's mind turned around, but it was just a few blinks of an eye, and he didn't show any of his face, he bent down and looked at the same level as Song Ci, and asked in a gentle voice.

Song Ci subconsciously pursed his lips, and for a while he couldn't figure out what expression was appropriate, and he was still thinking about how to phrase it so as not to reveal it.

Song Chunsheng pinched his daughter's little hand and found that her palms were a little damp, but she didn't have a fever anymore.

"Uncle Director, ask you. Don't be afraid, dad is here. ”

Song Ci glanced up at him, and inadvertently gave the director a pair of firm white eyes.

Yang Yannian suddenly understood the excitement of his old partner.

This kid even looks so good at this kind of death shot!

And this scene of the father and daughter looking at each other is really loving, the father's loving encouragement and the daughter's dependence and trust are overflowing, he wants to shoot it when he sees it!

Looking up along his father's broad shoulders, the young mother's bare hand rested lightly on the back of the chair, and her upper body leaned slightly towards the father and daughter, silently giving care.

This is the standard guardian stance!

The three of them are one, and there is a pulse of family affection between each other, which is moving!

"Ahem, I would venture to ask, what are the occupations of the two of you?"

The director was inspired, and he also wanted to pull these two to film together.

If you take this little girl out of the way, she can score eight points inside and out, and her parents also have a level of more than seven points;

But as long as the three of them are in one place, they will have a wonderful chemical reaction, so that one plus one is greater than two, and the total score can be at least 30 points!

Isn't that what he wants?

People must be left behind!

Song Chunan was keenly aware of the subtle changes in the director's attitude, and smiled harmlessly and honestly.

"Director, you're welcome. My name is Song Chun'an, 28 years old, and my daughter-in-law, Li Shengnan, is 26 years old, and I am a young man in the countryside. ”

After saying that, he squeezed his daughter's little hand again, and said encouragingly:

"It's your turn, Bao'er. ”

Song porcelain painted the scoop according to the gourd, and even the tone was imitated vividly:

"My name is Song Ci, I am four and a half years old, a preschooler. ”

The child's voice is crisp, with a little sweet little milk sound, which is particularly ear-catching.

Several adults were not surprised by Song Ci's formal self-introduction, thinking that children learned it from adults, but they thought she was smart and cute.

The director thought it was taught by the educated youth's mother, and the stupid white sweet parents thought it was from the cow and the shed.

I have to say, this is a beautiful misunderstanding.

And a pseudo-preschooler didn't even realize that he almost overturned just now.

In the beautiful misunderstanding, Director Yang continued to chat with Song Ci.

"Is Song Ci the Song Ci of Tang Poetry and Song Ci? ”

Song Ci received Xiao Song Ci's memory, shook his head, and explained:

"It's porcelain of porcelain. My mother originally gave me the name of Song Ci of Tang poetry and Song Ci. But she was too tired to give birth to me, and she had to rest at home for confinement, so she asked my grandmother to go to the brigade headquarters to register me. ”

"My grandmother only remembered that my name was Song Ci, and the cadres of the brigade asked her which word was whether it was porcelain in a porcelain bottle or bowl. My grandmother can't remember clearly, thinking that porcelain is more expensive, and my mother will definitely give me a nice name if she hurts, so I will say that it is this porcelain. I'll call this Song porcelain. ”

After she finished speaking, she pouted aggrievedly:

"But this porcelain pen has a lot of strokes, and it is very difficult to write the name, and it is not as easy to write as the Song word. ”

Song Chunan smiled slightly and listened to her daughter's experience of naming her, and gently pinched her little chubby face funny.

"It's too troublesome to write, why don't your father change your name to Song Yi?"

Song Ci nodded like a chicken pecking rice:

"Yes! Daddy is so smart!"

Song Chunan couldn't cry or laugh, and gently pinched her again:

"Then why don't you even change your surname, wouldn't it be better to be called Ding Yi?"

Through her father's squinted eyes, Song Ci judged that the expression on his face at the moment was called Pi Xiaorou and not smiling, and he was immediately well-behaved!

"No, no, no, I want to be surnamed Song, otherwise I won't be my father's child!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother's gentle and watery face, and she added with a sense of urgency:

"It's called Song Porcelain! The elder gave, I don't dare to resign, the name is taken by my elders, I want to call it for the rest of my life, I don't change my name, I don't change my surname!"