"I'm back!"

A clear voice sounded, Liu Zhe in the kitchen didn't make a sound, cooking seriously, but heard a thin footstep running out, and a childish voice came: "Mom, Dad doesn't play with me." ”

Well, this is a complaint.

Although Xia Yiran has become a mother, the girl's mentality is still the same, oh, the form has not changed, and she already has the momentum of inheriting the title of the goddess of immortality.

"What is your dad doing today, not playing with you, baby, it's so hateful. Xia Yiran's voice was particularly loud, "Did you beat him, and there is no mother to help you fight back." ”

Bei Bei nodded seriously, stretched out her white and tender palm, pouted and said indignantly: "I beat it, but my father doesn't hurt, and the jam hand hurts, and it's all red." ”

Looking at the white palm, Xia Yiran's eyes were blind, "Wow, it's really red!" The voice was crisp like a yellow warbler.

"Then how do you want your mother to help you get revenge?"

"Hmm... Well...... Let dad sleep on the couch. ”

When Liu Zhe heard this, her head was full of black lines, which made her talk from time to time, now it's okay, her daughter has picked up this sentence, and her son-in-law will be in the future... Bah, what a son-in-law, well, you have to educate Beibei in the future, a girl's family, how to muttering some private words at home all day long, and not being laughed at at at school in the future.

The last dish was brought out of the pot and interrupted the conversation between the mother and daughter, but the scene in front of him made him stand still, and then he said with a slight annoyance: "Hurry up and wash your hands, Xia Yiran! And Liu Xiaobei, can you also have a snack?"

I saw that in front of the table, the big and small women were sitting on one side, each holding a piece of sweet chili pepper in their hands to eat, and discussing the topic of crusading against him with their oily mouths.

It's really good to eat what I've made and crusade against me here......

No, you grab vegetables to eat before you even eat, don't you know that this is very unhygienic?

Xia Yiran was caught, and subconsciously stuffed the piece of sweet chili pepper in her hand into her mouth, smirking while chewing, and didn't know where to put her hands and feet for a while, so she simply got up and ran away with "washing your hands".

But Beibei, the little girl, is not afraid at all, she just crusaded against her father, and now she is still in a state, and her mother is also helping by her side, she is not afraid of her father at all, but she doesn't know that her mother is already unable to protect herself.

I took a bite off half of the sweet chili pepper cubes, stared at them and muttered, "What is a snack?"

Liu Zhe instantly broke his work, and drove away angrily: "Hurry up and wash your hands, you don't care what the dim sum is." ”

"Just go, it's annoying. Bei Bei slid off the stool and trotted to catch up with her mother, asking what the snack was.

Fast forward to the dinner table, Xia Yiran talked about today's bits and pieces in the office, Liu Zhe nodded to indicate that he knew, and said that he would go to interview actors together the day after tomorrow.

At the same time, Liu Zhefa's Burrow Ming provoked a confrontation between the two sides on his Weibo.

One way is a fan of books, and the other is a lover of poetry.

"The author's head was prostituted? It doesn't seem that this poem appears in the book, right?"

"Good words, much better than the previous ones!" a netizen who likes poetry sighed.

"What's going on with the sudden release of this poem, is the author really crippled at the fifth level of his brain?

"The author's real brain is disabled, and the poems are actually written into it, which is simply an insult to the poems, and it is an inferior chronic virus. ”

"Upstairs, what's wrong with what I like? What do you like to appreciate poetry and lyrics? ”

"The book friends in it are all talented, and the book reviews are good-looking, and I really like to read the reviews they write. ”

"It's a cancer. ”

"What's so beautiful about the poems that moaned without disease, it's just a bunch of well-fed people pretending. ”

"Hmph, Sven scum. ”

"Author, if you write poems again, I won't read your books again!"

"Author, specialize in writing poetry, what a shoddy industry, pulling down your identity. ”

"You say that you don't want the author to write poetry, although we are allies, but I don't agree with your mentally retarded remarks, this book doesn't have some poems, so what's the point? I'm afraid it's not a "poetic traitor"!"

……

The dialogues are varied, but the people on one side bully the few, the poetry lovers are losing and retreating, and some people who can't stand it simply quit, out of sight is quiet, and the attention on Weibo is rapidly decreasing. But more people formed gangs to come to help, and this place directly became a battlefield, and some people who like to join in the fun got the news from various channels, came to eat melon seeds and watch the play, and the slight attention quickly skyrocketed.

Of course, this is a matter for the future, Liu Zhe, who has no idea, is recording "Touching the Golden Heavenly Master" at the moment, Bei Bei is already asleep, and Xia Yiran is tilting his head and listening with his cheeks on the side, well, his head is hanging down and preparing to fish.

It's really too dry to make a speech that hasn't been processed by post-art.

After Liu Zhe finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Xia Yiran's flipping posture, and sighed helplessly. Every time, if he was fine, he would run to doze off, so that he often had to end the recording early, telling her to go back to sleep first.

turned off the machine, came to sit down opposite her, and also lay on the table to watch her half-asleep appearance of fishing, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, obviously dreaming of good things.

I remember that when Xia Yiran came to watch him record for the first time, he directly recorded the wrong several times, no way, although acting and on-stage performances are used to being watched, but acting and talking to himself in front of the air in front of people, he lives like a psychopath, and his shame is bursting.

After doing it for a while, the princess carried her back to the bedroom, and the moment she picked her up, she might wake up, or she was half asleep, her hands hooked her neck, her head was buried in her chest, her eyes were still closed, and she looked like she hadn't woken up yet.

If you want him to hug the princess, just say yes, it's no problem to hug all day.

——

On a new day, in Tang Film and Television, as soon as Chen Lin came to the company, he received an invitation from his agent Sun Ji: "Tomorrow there will be a male number one in the company for casting, I have already helped you win a chance to audition, you must perform well and win this role, I heard that the company attaches great importance to it this time." ”

"yes, I see. Chen Lin replied blandly, and he didn't ask what kind of movie this was, what the scale was, etc., in fact, it was also a manifestation of self-abandonment.

If it was two years ago, maybe he would have been excited to ask for an explanation, but after two years of blows, he has accepted the reality. He is just a small third-tier star, and it is strange that he can be selected, you must know that there are not a hundred third-tier stars in the company, but only dozens, and it will not be his turn.

If you want to get the opportunity to audition, there are no other people who know the reason why they didn't have their share and didn't take the initiative to fight for it.