The schedule of the first fan culture festival of Wayan starts at five o'clock in the morning.

At night, Jing Yuanshan appeared on the scene, so there were a lot of people who turned on the TV in the morning.

Ms. Liu Daozhen can also boil.

The living room light is not too bright.

The TV and light have been handled relatively well, and suddenly it dimmed.

Jing Yuanshan came down from the third floor and went to the little reporter sleeping on the sofa on the second floor.

The photographer seemed to turn on the camera, dozed on the side, listened to the movement and walked away.

Murphy covered her body with a pillow blanket, which made her look even more sleepy.

Jing Yuanshan pushed the little reporter.

Mo Fei said in his sleep: "Your Highness, my phone number is ......"

Jing Yuanshan pushed hard: "Smell the chicken and dance." ”

She left, the little reporter woke up, and she didn't have any image when she got up.

On the Internet, a group of people are acting for the little reporter! Scream!

See Your Highness early in the morning! This texture, but the TV has turned to eat without words.

Liu Dong brought the porridge and accompanied his wife to watch it.

Ms. Liu Daozhen drank bird's nest porridge and smiled with Liu Dong: "It's good to shoot, Calamus Satellite TV is the next one." ”

Liu Dong responded: "Don't you say that Calamus Satellite TV has made a lot of money. ”

Liu Daozhen was proud: "Just one shot of Jing Yuanshan is enough for him to earn." Therefore, Jing Yuanshan is a fan culture festival. She won't go to anything else. ”

Liu Dong was a little speechless. Jing Yuanshan is still willful. But nothing was done.

Others want her to do this and that, how many hearts do you have? Calamus TV is pretty good.

Needless to say, in the kitchen, Qi Shuang and Jing Yuanshan are about the same, as for the bad part, she is not Jing Yuanshan.

The reporter focused on the rice noodle post, a summary of the previous rice planting.

The camera returns to Wayan, the sky is bright at this time, the lights are already bright, and the voices are boiling.

Murphy stood in the doorway, the posture of a big reporter.

When the wind blows, it's a little cold, and it's not summer yet, so it's cold in the morning.

Whoever gave her a half-arm, put on it well.

Although it was a live broadcast, it must have been arranged before.

Murphy interviewed a primary school student: "What are you doing so early?" ”

The little boy asked, "Are you a fake fan?" Today's fan culture festival, of course, is here for the festival. ”

Mo Fei gritted his teeth: "The main venue of the cultural festival is in the Agricultural University Gymnasium. ”

The little girl was happy: "Come and eat the rice noodles made by His Royal Highness." ”

Walk!

The door opens, and a large crowd enters the temple, the camera pointing to the window.

One by one, the big and small ones arrived at the window in an orderly manner. Inside, Jing Yuanshan, Luo Dan, Wang Qiaoxi, and hurriedly made fried noodles and brought them over. If you want to eat, scan the code and go. Sit at the table and eat.

Mo Fei hurried to line up, the line was so long! It's so long! It's so long!

Everyone was amused.

came to give the little reporter and photographer position, the two scanned the code, took the rice noodles and sat down to eat.

Wait outside after eating.

There was more than one group of reporters here.

Everyone knows that the cultural festival started here, after all, the name of the inkstone.

Although it was early in the morning, there were quite a few who could come in time. The camera turned to the inside, and I don't know how many rice noodles were made.

The people who watched wanted to eat, so Liu Dong took some snacks and came over.

Liu Daozhen called Mr. Gu Zhaochang and Er's smash.

There was a clock on the TV, and there was a digital display, 4:50.

It's quieter to eat noodles inside, and it's getting brighter and brighter outside.

The camera pans to the outside and cuts back to the road.

Another introduction: "A total of 15.6 kilometers from Wayan to the gymnasium of Jiaotong University, divided into seven sections, will be completed by fans of this cultural relay." At the same time, some long-distance runners will finish the course. ”

The camera returns to the square in front of Wayan.

Mo Fei's blood was really boiling: "Look, fifty-six primary school students under the age of ten have lined up, and they will set off from Wayan and run to the next stop." Your Highness is out! Sang Yang! Did Sang Yang graduate from elementary school? ”

Chu Yao, dressed in sportswear, answered: "We are over ten years old, although we are not long-distance runners, but after a period of training, running 15.6 kilometers is a challenge." ”

Sang Yang is super handsome: "We are running culture, youth, and the future!" ”

Jing Yuanshan came out with a flag.

It was five o'clock.

Four student representatives stepped forward, two boys and two girls.

Jing Yuanshan distributed the flag to them and fixed it behind the back.

Two girls kiss His Highness. The two boys were dumbfounded.

Jing Yuanshan touched their heads, stepped back, and spoke: "Meet the dawn, go!" ”

Four columns, waving goodbye to His Royal Highness, a two-thousand-meter run, is not a big test.

All the way to the police car, there are hundreds of adults behind, and the team looks even more spectacular.

Some people who wanted to run around were stopped. Don't run around on the road.

Choose early in the morning, but there are fewer cars on the road.

There are drone shots, officially running, the team is very neat, especially, the sky is getting brighter little by little.

After running two kilometers, they stopped at this position, and they could see the sunrise and spray thin light.

Here, the same fifty-six, but middle school students, are ready.

Elementary school students come here, hand over flags, salute!

Countless people who were awakened and passed by were in awe for this moment!

Calamus Satellite TV, the picture cuts in, Pu City, a group of fans did not go to Yan City, and also organized a cultural relay run.

Jiangdong, a group of fans are by the river, starting from kindergarten children, and the big screen broadcasts Calamus Satellite TV.

Wayan steamed buns, Wayan rice rolls, Wayan pancakes, Wayan ramen...... Let's run.

Tsubame, the weather is very good today.

The middle school students ran to the location, and a group of college students represented them, which gave them a sense of mission and honor.

The next stop is within the age of 30, the sunrise and youth are just right!

The four flags were waving in the wind, and the team was finally huge, and the college students could run the rest after training.

The next stop, thirty to forty, is already the backbone.

Maybe the society has been polished, but now it is running, becoming simple and vibrant.

The sun is rising, and the Mandarin is prosperous!

At the next stop, a group of bigwigs, Sun Baogang and Chen Yan, caused a carnival! There are also Fang Yan and a group.

The earliest elementary school students caught up, and there were adults carrying bags or pushing strollers.

Running into the Agricultural University, there are no problems outside, which becomes a run of thousands of people.

Liu Dong looked at the TV.

It's really moving.

Watching thousands of people run into the gymnasium, there was a tsunami of mountains and mountains, and everyone was happy for themselves!

It's only half past six, and it seems that all the countries have woken up!

A lot of people who bought tickets and didn't buy tickets lined up to enter the venue, which was so atmospheric!

Cheng Feng came out and was anxious: "Why didn't you choose me?" Why don't I carry the flag? ”

One behind asked: "If you don't carry the flag, you forget our culture?" ”

Cheng Feng turned around: "Teacher Sun! ”

Sun Baogang waved goodbye.

A senior laughed: "He's not a good person, you look for me." ”

Fang Yanle: "You are not a good person. ”

Cheng Feng is a young reporter and junior: "Chen Lao is a good person, is he invited today?" ”

Chen Zhen has played a lot of bad guys, he can stop children crying at night, and he is still running when he is almost eighty, and he is in good spirits: "I have confirmed my eyes, you are a fake fan." Is it strange that I am a fan of His Highness? ”