"Hey, Zhengji, congratulations, you didn't see it, you kid is hidden, tell my sister how you did it?

"I'm lucky, maybe the leader saw that I was too handsome, so he changed his mind", Zhengji joked, of course he couldn't talk about Song Lao's accident.

"It's getting more and more improper, even my sister dares to be perfunctory, believe it or not, I'm rude to you?" Na Ying suddenly looked at Zheng Ji with silky eyes and said, this ambiguous remark surprised the princess next to her, does Na Ying still have this relationship with Zheng Ji?

"I'm so tired of writing songs these days", Masaki stretched out unhurriedly and squinted at Na Young.

Na Ying's expression was slightly suffocated when she heard this, and the princess sat up straight without pretentiousness, with a hint of expectation flashing in her eyes.

"Oh, how can you stand such a hard body? come, sister help you secretly shoulder", Na Ying sat down next to Zhengji with a smile, and a pair of small hands gently put on Zhengji's shoulders to help him massage, this sudden change made the princess on the side stunned.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to pinch and swell, I've brought it to you," Zhengji smiled slightly, returned to his seriousness, took out a stack of documents from the bag he was carrying, took out a few and handed them to Na Ying, and handed the rest to the princess who was watching.

Na Ying took the document in her hand as if she had found a treasure, and the two of them looked at the song sheet intently, ""Seeing Each Other and Hating Late", "The First Tenderness" and "The Fish Seeking Water," Na Ying silently read the names of the three songs, looking at the score and humming, while the princess on the side also whispered softly.

"What a great song, these songs can be called classics every time, thank you Zhengji", more than ten minutes later, the princess looked at her three songs, and was quite grateful, "Three Inches of Heaven", "Because of Love" and "The Year in a Hurry", each of these three songs feels very suitable for her own style.

"It's good if you're satisfied," Masaki nodded slightly.

"Masaki, I have every reason to suspect that you are from an alien planet, how did you come up with such a beautiful song," Na Ying also finished reading her three songs, and looked at Masaki with a serious expression.

Zhengji sighed secretly, this is the second time he has been said to be an alien, Song Liang's words at the shooting range that day are still vivid, but he didn't expect to be said like this by Na Ying today, he nodded and said helplessly: "You guessed right, I am an alien."

"Hee-hee, I like even aliens, this girl likes aliens!" Na Ying smiled charmingly and said domineeringly.

After Na Ying finished speaking, she looked at the manuscript in the princess's hand, and suddenly said curiously: "Princess, let's change it, let me see what song he wrote to you?"

The princess nodded and handed the manuscript to Na Ying, she was actually very curious in her heart, what song Masaki wrote for Na Ying.

When the two looked at the manuscript, the door was knocked gently, Zhengji stood up and opened the door, but saw Zhou Bo standing at the door, and saw Naying and the princess behind Zhengji, obviously stunned, and then politely said to Zhengji: "Mr. Zheng, it's your turn for the next one, get ready."

Zhengji nodded, he didn't expect Zhou Bo to come back and call him personally, and the second daughter behind him didn't expect it.

"How do I feel that the director's attitude towards you this week is amazing?" Na Ying said curiously to Masaki as she looked at Zhou Bo's back.

"Is there one?" Masaki smiled, waved goodbye to the two of them, and walked in the direction of the other side of the stage.

Zhengji is busy in Yanjing, but his hometown in Xincheng has begun to be full of New Year's atmosphere, most of the shops on the street have been closed, only a few are still open on the side of the stadium, and there are still a few small vendors selling couplets in the open space of the theater are still fighting for the final profit, shouting loudly, and there are one or two cannons in the community from time to time, but it is a few children who are playing with snot in the cold wind and holding two boxes of five cents and two boxes of guns in their hands.

"Xiaofan, slow down, carefully clamp your hands, let your uncle be in front", Zheng Xueping and Fan Cheng carried a large cardboard box one after the other, slowly moving downstairs, and Li Xuemei on the side carefully guarded the side, and the big "Panasonic color TV" on the carton indicated that this was a TV.

The three of them slowly walked to the door of the corridor, the trunk of the cruiser downstairs was already open, and there were already a lot of gifts and food in it, which was dazzling, and even the rear seat was full of various specialties, Fan Cheng and Zheng Xueping slowly lifted the TV to the trunk, and the two took a breath, and their foreheads were already dripping with sweat.

"Xiao Fan, thanks to you, otherwise my uncle wouldn't be able to move this big guy alone," Zheng Xueping looked at Fan Cheng, who was blushing, and patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Look at Xiao Fan's tiredness, let you invite someone you don't invite, and say that you have the strength, come, Xiao Fan, quickly wipe your sweat, this political discipline is not there, thanks to you," Li Xuemei lovingly watched Fan Cheng hand the tissue to the two, her son was not in these days, and the two of them were a little too busy to cope with the New Year, and later thanks to Fan Cheng who came to the house almost every day to help, even the glass at home was wiped by Fan Cheng, and the two of them are now watching Fan Cheng get closer and closer, and his son's hair is really good.

"It's okay uncle, Zhengji is not at home, you are also old, when he left, he asked me to help him take care of some of the family, and you can just treat me as Zhengji's own brother," Fan Cheng wiped the sweat beads on his face and said indifferently.

"Yes, in the early years of family planning, your uncle and I didn't have the ability, so we only needed a child of political discipline, and now he is busy, so I know the disadvantages of having fewer children, but fortunately, he has such a good little help from you, if it weren't for your help this year, your uncle and I would be tired", Li Xuemei looked at Fan Cheng with emotion and said.

"It's all what I should do, Zhengji is a celebrity now, he is busy with some big things every day, running around, and there will definitely be fewer and fewer opportunities to accompany you in the future, if you need anything, just tell me, I heard that Zhengji went to Yanjing this time to prepare for the Spring Festival Gala?" Fan Cheng thought of the newspaper he read yesterday and asked curiously.

"Well, that's what you said to us when you left, I guess that's it," Masagawa thought about it and nodded.

"I really envy him, I'm still preparing for the college entrance examination, he has already appeared on the big stage of the Spring Festival Gala, which attracted national attention, this year's Spring Festival Gala must stay in front of the TV and take a good look at his performance," Fan Cheng's eyes showed a hint of envy and said, every boy has a star dream, and when this dream has been realized by people close to him, even Fan Cheng is a little jealous of Zhengji, Zhengji can be watched on the stage, but he can only silently watch his demeanor in front of the TV at home, he can't imagine what it is like to stand on that stage and be watched by more than a billion people across the country, it must be very majestic and glorious.

"Zhengji, this child, this year can't even eat with us on Chinese New Year's Eve, it's really a little unaccustomed, and I don't know if he is good in Yanjing", Li Xuemei flashed a trace of longing in the corner of her eyes and said, the child is worried about a thousand miles of mothers, the child is alone outside, and I don't know if it is good or not, performing at the Spring Festival Gala, must have trained very hard, I heard that there was a heavy snow in Yanjing a few days ago, and I don't know if he is cold or not, and whether he brings enough clothes.

"What are you worried about, didn't my son say it? I'll fly back as soon as the performance is over," Zheng Xueping looked at his wife's appearance, and his heart was a little sour, but he said.

"Uncle and aunt, are you going back to your hometown?" Fan Cheng glanced at the things in the car, there were many beautifully packaged gift boxes in it, which he had never seen before.

"Yes, at this time of year, we will go back to our hometown Yuanping," Zheng Xueping nodded, and suddenly sighed in his heart, just this time last year, his family was still carrying a large bag to catch the train, and this only took less than a year, there have been earth-shaking changes, his son has become a popular star in the blink of an eye, and he has never thought of going to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, as a man, he will have a dream of returning to his hometown, and now he is going to drive his own cruiser this time, pulling the gifts that he used to think were expensive, and he returned to his hometown comfortably, he now seems to have seen the envious expression of the neighbors and the happy smile of his mother after returning to his hometownHe had never looked forward to returning to the village at this moment.

"It's not early, Xiaofan, it's cold, you can also go up, uncle and aunt are also leaving, let's see you next year, the matter of the couplet at home will trouble you to help your uncle post it tomorrow", Zheng Xueping glanced at the time and said, in the customs of Xincheng, the couplet must be pasted on Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Don't worry, uncle, I remember, you should also pay attention to safety on the road, have a smooth journey", Fan Cheng nodded and said.

"By the way, Xiaofan, your dad smokes, right?" Zheng Xueping suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Smoke, what's wrong?" Fan Cheng asked in surprise.

"Bring this to your dad and let him taste it too", Zheng Xueping took out a beautifully packaged cigarette from the trunk and handed it to Fan Cheng, it was the Fuchun Mountain Juliqun sent by the coal boss a few days ago.

Fan Cheng looked at the cigarettes he had never seen before, the packaging was so exquisite, he knew that the price must not be low even if he thought about it with his ass, and hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "Uncle Zheng, what are you doing here, you don't have to be like this."

"You kid, your relationship with Zhengji is still polite to me, let you take it, besides, it's not for you, it's for your father," Zhengxue Ping handed the cigarette in his hand into Fan Cheng's arms.