"Song, sugar. Lang Ming buried his head in her neck, put a pair of small paws around her neck, and pointed to the place where sugar gourds were sold at the door, a big stick full of sugar gourds.

"That's a sugar gourd. ”

"Sugar, reed. "It's still still slurred, but it's a big improvement compared to before.

"What's wrong with him?" Hao Xingyue had doubts yesterday, and when she saw this today, the seeds of doubt began to sprout, and Lang Ming's performance was obviously different from that of ordinary children who stammered, he looked like he had never spoken, learning to speak.

"I'm more introverted and a little bit don't like to talk, so I can't speak clearly. Jing Ge explained.

After speaking, she took Lang Ming's hand, and together with Meng Feifei, followed behind Hao Xingyue and entered the Grand Theater.

The Grand Theatre is a large area, but it's still early, not many people have arrived, and it looks a little empty.

There were only a dozen or so people, sitting sparsely.

"Song, eat. Lang Ming held the sugar gourd that Jing Ge bought in his hand and took a bite, the sweet taste made him like it very much.

He glanced at the delicious sugar gourd in his hand, staggered to Jing Ge, gently pulled the hem of Jing Ge's clothes, and raised the sugar gourd in his hand high: "Song, eat, sugar, reed." ”

The small mouth was sticky with a layer of brown candy, shiny, just like his eyes at the moment.

Jing Ge squatted down, took a bite of the sugar gourd he had nibbled off, and ate it in his mouth without disgust.

The tender white slender fingers gently poked the small dimples on the side of Langming's cheeks: "It's very sweet." ”

"What about me, what about me?" Meng Feifei, who was eating, ran up and squatted down.

The three of them formed a triangle.

Lang Ming turned his head to look at him, immediately snorted, twisted his little buttocks and moved to the other side of Jing Ge, hid his small body, pouted his little mouth and said, "No, give." ”

Meng Feifei: "...... Tsk, stinky boy, doesn't my brother usually have less time to take care of you? I won't even give my brother a sugar gourd to eat, be careful that my brother will take advantage of the master's absence in the future, and lay down your pants and spank you. ”

As he spoke, he raised his fist and shook it a few times, pretending to threaten.

Lang Ming immediately exploded, bared his fangs, and glared at Meng Feifei viciously.

At this time, he looked like a little wolf cub, fierce, as if he would jump out and bite off the neck of the person who angered him in the next moment.

Jing Ge raised his hand, put it on Lang Ming's hat, and gently pinched his ear through the hat.

The fried little wolf cub instantly turned into a little milk dog, and threw himself into Jing Ge's arms obediently.

Meng Feifei: "......"

Hao Xingyue was beside her, looking at this scene with envy.

Envy the atmosphere in which they get along.

One after another, people came in, and by the time they found a place to sit down, the Grand Theater was almost full.

"The auction is going on today, I didn't expect so many people to come. Hao Xingyue glanced at the drama stage, turned back to Jing Ge and said.

"Maybe it's because the auction doesn't matter if you miss a day, but the drama is only sung for one day, and after a day, that person will retire. When Hao Xingyue spoke, her expression looked a little lost.

"Retire, don't you continue to sing?" Jing Ge doesn't know much about singing dramas, but he always feels that people who embark on this path should really like it if they are not forced by life.

Regardless of the reason, you should not retire at will when you are popular.