"Eh, I said Lao Chen, come here, come here, this, this, this ......"

"What's wrong? I can't go to the toilet, what's so urgent! "On the night of the Lantern Festival, Chen's father saw half of the party, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, just insisted on watching his favorite sketches, and when he entered the toilet, he was disturbed by Chen's mother, and he was naturally in a bad mood, and he was a little embarrassed. Literature Museum

"You old thing, when can't you go to the toilet, you hurry up and come over to me, you watch TV that shouldn't be our family Fanfan, right?" Chen's father didn't respond, and was called back by Chen's mother even louder.

"What? Did Fan Fan go to the Lantern Festival party? At that moment, Chen's father didn't go to the toilet anymore, and rushed out of the toilet with a roar and came to the TV.

A familiar figure on the TV was playing with the zither in a hazy blue pillar of light, and the poignant singing voice turned a deaf ear, just stared at the boy who was trying to identify whether the boy who was on the TV was his son.

"You said this is our family's mortal, I think so!" Mother Chen said with some uncertainty.

No way, in the first half of the song, in order to highlight the singer's singing voice and artistic effect, the lighting is too hazy and dim, and it is indeed difficult to identify. But after all, she is Chen Chufan's mother, and she naturally has a certain feeling for her most familiar son, but she is not sure.

"Like, too much. Isn't our family Fan Fan singing now? But if he goes to the Lantern Festival party, why don't he call the two of us first? Aren't you afraid we'll miss his show? By the way, didn't the host report the curtain at the beginning of the show? Chen's mother was not sure, and Chen's father was naturally even more uncertain, but he began to analyze the possibility that the person on the stage was his son from other directions, and came to a conclusion that made him happy.

How did Father Chen know that his son was just to surprise the two old men, so he didn't give notice in advance. At this time, Chen Chufan was preparing to call the two old men again after his show and show off in front of his parents. As for the two old men who will miss his show? Don't be kidding, starting from the launch of the Spring Festival Gala and the Lantern Festival Gala by CCTV, watching these two galas is the entertainment that the two old people can't shake in the Spring Festival, and it has never changed.

"What's the story? That Zhu Zhijun said that a mysterious singer sang "Jialan Night Rain" for everyone, and there were small subtitles under it, maybe there was the name of the performer, but my eyes could see such small words clearly! ”

"And. How did your son inform us? Think about it, if you can be on the CCTV program, how busy should that son be, he doesn't have time to eat, where can he bother to call us to inform us? And. My son also knows that we watch every episode of the show, how could he miss it? Besides, even if we miss it, there will be a replay tomorrow, maybe the show is over, and my son will give us an arc! After listening to Chen's father's analysis, Chen's mother was dissatisfied. A series of h-file feeds? br/>

And Chen's father was silent at this time. Because at this moment when the two were arguing, the lights on the stage had begun to gradually brighten up, and the faces they were familiar with had already appeared in front of their eyes. Especially at this time, the cameraman in the show gave a big close-up of their baby son, where would they let them show the fading of the pry? br/>

"Oh God. It's really Fanfan, our old Chen family has calculated a character who can be on TV! Father Chen slapped his hands on the big tu. Like a young man in his twenties, he jumped up excitedly and pretended to be a believer in God by the way.

"Oh my God, Fan Fan is really promising! Great, great! Chen's mother was still muttering to herself, and the phone at home suddenly rang rapidly.

"My son is calling, my son is calling!" Chen's mother, who was excited, hurriedly walked towards the phone in the bedroom.

"How can it be my son's, my son is still performing on stage!" Father Chen said dissatisfied. He was wrong in his judgment, but he turned out to be right.

"Hey, who's that?" Chen's father's words calmed down the excited Chen's mother, and she didn't call her son as soon as she picked up the phone.

"My Xiao Liu, Aunt Li, have you watched the Lantern Festival Gala on CCTV and behave like your family on stage!" An excited voice began to report the good news to Chen's mother.

"Watching, watching, thank you, Xiao Liu, and let you make a special call!" Chen's mother said happily.

"Ah, it's really your family, I just look like it, I just looked at the subtitles just now and it seems that the singer's surname is Chen, so I called to ask, it's really, your son is going to have a big future! You can make a lot of money from this last party, right? No wonder I was able to help you buy a house some time ago, and bring two so beautiful little girls home, I said Aunt Li, with such a promising son, you will not worry about the rest of your life! The voice on the phone seemed to be more excited than Chen's mother.

"Thank you, thank you, Xiao Liu!" The praise has made Chen's mother not know how to answer, but fortunately, the person on the other side of the phone is more knowledgeable.

"Okay, then I won't disturb you to continue to enjoy your son's performance, and when you move to a new house, you must have a treat!"

"Okay, no problem!" Chen Mule agreed.

"Then I'll hang up, goodbye, Aunt Li!"

"Well, goodbye, Xiao Liu!"

Hanging up the phone, Chen's mother was already smiling, just about to rush to the living room to continue watching the show, she seemed to have heard that at this time, Zhu Zhijun, the host of the evening party on TV, had begun to introduce her son, she was anxious to take another look at her son, but at this time the phone rang again.

"Hey, eldest sister, Chen Chufan is on TV!"

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Chen Chufan was infinitely depressed, when he sat in the hotel and quietly watched his performance at the Lantern Festival party, and was about to call home, he found that he couldn't make a phone call.

He apparently underestimated the impact his television presence would have on the small factory full of acquaintances and his relatives. At this time, the busyness of his landline at home was comparable to that of a popular hotline, and the two old men could not continue to watch the party that was already busy at this time, so they could only take turns answering the phone and accepting all kinds of blessings from familiar people.

This situation even lasted until one o'clock in the evening, and there were friends who couldn't dial in just now, tirelessly playing. However, the two old men who were excited did not seem to feel tired, or for more than 20 years, although they were disturbed by countless phone calls, today was the happiest day of their lives.