The venue was still busy, with staff checking equipment back and forth, filling in small details on the venue — the day before the official Nanshan Music Festival.

Everybody's busy—

The five of Narrator practice singing and dancing.

Jun Wan led the children to continue to practice chorus.

Mu Feng and Lan Wan looked for feelings in the MV they played.

Fang Er was busy and communicated with the program team - calls from many media kept coming - and wanted to participate in the music festival.

When I was free again, it was noon, and the cleaned up dining table turned into a conference table, and more than a dozen people gathered in a circle without looking crowded.

Fang Er knocked on his teacup and said with a headache: "It will start tomorrow, and I feel that there are still a lot of things to do." By the way, this afternoon, you children went to the market to buy some ingredients. ”

The child Jiang Xia looked at Fang Er: "What do you need?" ”

Fang Er raised his chin in the direction of Mu Feng Lanwan: "You say." ”

Mu Feng picked up the mobile phone that was originally buckled on the table, and read out a string without hurrying: "Milk powder, eggs, winter melon, rock sugar, ......"

Jun Wan quickly typed in the memo on her mobile phone, and when she finished reading, Jun Wan looked at the memo full of words, and asked a little difficult: "Will there be butter here?" ”

Mu Feng had no choice but to compromise: "Vegetable oil is fine, the taste may be poor." Oh, and some corn kernels and some popcorn. ”

Jun Wan: "......"

Lan Wan explained with a smile: "I can make snacks for those old people and children, and the music festival will take a few hours." ”

Fang Er took a sip of water: "A few of you children go together, move quickly, but I seem to have heard that the fund is only four hundred?" Use it all and see if there's anything else to eat. ”

There was a deathly silence on the table, Fang Er didn't feel anything wrong at all, he felt that this program team was quite rich, and he shouldn't really abuse the guests like this.

Han Yanzhi's muscles suddenly ached, and he suddenly remembered his figure running up and down the mountain road a few times back and forth, and remembered the basket of dishes and the program team's businesslike attitude - you can definitely be a zombie if you put an indifferent seal.

However, everyone is very unanimous in thinking, you can't be poor with flying guests, after all, this is the first rule of the program group - besides, Fang Er has been cooking a lot of food these days.

Director Fang Er, who didn't notice the mental activities of several people, thought of something again: "By the way, that Principal Zhang Yang got you a few sets of costumes, I feel pretty good, come back in the afternoon and try it." ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the six "children" sat in the car on time, and Han Yanzhi, who claimed to be the god of the car, sat in the driver's seat as a matter of course, and came to the conclusion that "Hey, the car sponsored by the owner is good." ”

Jiang Xia, who was sitting in the co-pilot, glanced at the time and said coldly: "Can you open it?" ”

Han Yanzhi immediately: "Open, set off immediately." ”

The inertia was so great that several people were strangled by the seat belts, Han Yanzhi drove the car and pretended not to see those eye knives, and turned on the car music, which was immediately Narrator's song.

Jun Wan pointed out with great interest: "I remember this, is it from the "BLUE" album. ”

With a look of quick praise on my face, I quickly praised my expression, which made people unbearable to hit her, Qi Jin wanted to speak euphemistically, but was intercepted by Mo Ci: "It's "DEEP". ”

However, Jun Wan was not hit, but seemed to have learned something: "I listened to the prelude almost the same, so it seems to be "DEEP". Thank you, Brother Moci, hey. ”

Mo Ci's heart: The people who the boss never forgets are really the same as him - extraordinary.