If there is a mother, there will be a son?

Zhang Xiaohai believes in the influence of his parents, but this child is too young, he was still running wildly backstage in the Spring Festival Gala yesterday, you expect a three-year-old child to come on stage, the risk is too great, maybe he will get stuck, maybe he will run down, maybe he won't even dare to go on stage......

Maybe there were too many factors, but Tang Qin seemed to know his thoughts, and he took the time to call over, and a child on the phone was practicing counting ducks in a milky voice, and Queen Huangmei was patiently correcting on the side......

Yes, Zhang Xiaohai came up with an idea, Ma Lan brought the child on stage, the child walked out by himself, Ni Ping escorted him, if the child ran away in the middle of singing, let a big child finish singing, so that nothing went wrong......

But it can't be Xiao Tang Han's one-man show, there is no way, I can only engage in a children's joint singing......

But there was still a final rehearsal, and the leader asked, why did such a show suddenly come up......

When the time comes, it will not be something I can afford, and the leader said to cut it, so I can only cut it......

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Not to mention Zhang Xiaohai's thoughts, Tang Qin is enjoying a rare happy time of the year.

The room was as warm as spring, he was only wearing pajamas, leaning on the sofa, there were all kinds of fruits on the coffee table, and Xiao Tang Qin was eating with a round stomach and was bouncing on the bed.

While bouncing and singing about counting ducks, he ate a bite of fruit from time to time.

"Da Hanhan, let's practice again, look here, your expression, you have to hold your cheeks with both hands, bend your body, and cock your buttocks......

CCTV also has a dance teacher, but Ma Lan tutored him, and he can directly go to the Spring Festival Gala.

Xiao Tang Han didn't have that patience, he was on the bed for a while, and then ran to the sofa, and he practiced three times in one morning, but Ma Lan couldn't do anything to him......

"Okay, okay, that's it, I think it's very good......" Tang Qin picked up his son, and the two of them directly swallowed the melon seeds.

"Teacher Tang, is your Water Margin crew like this?" Ma Lan was calm, but his tone was serious, "That's what you ask of your actors?"

"No, no, no," Tang Qin immediately made a face, "Da Hanhan practice hard......

"I don't practice, I don't go to the Spring Festival Gala, I want to watch cartoons......" Xiao Tang Han was coquettish, Ma Lan laughed, the movements he taught just now were all used.

"Cartoons, watch them again during the Chinese New Year, and practice counting ducks first......

I don't practice, I don't practice, I don't practice......

Ma Lan sighed, and Tang Qin immediately said, "Practice, don't practice spanking."

"I don't practice...... Wow......" Tang Qin picked up the child, and before his palm stretched out, little Tang Han began to cry.

Malan immediately turned around, "You hit the child?"

"No, there is really no ......" Tang Qin looked helplessly at this villain who cried into tears, this acting skill is natural and leveraged, who made him the son of the Hundred Flowers Actor and the Flying Golden Eagle Emperor!

"If you can't do it, let's do it, if you can go to school, if you can't, you can't go to ......" In the early years, Ma Lan suffered a lot in the drama school, and when she saw her three-year-old son crying with tears in his eyes, she relented first.

But this matter is not over, in the evening, Tang Changyuan and Zhao Mingli came over, Xiao Tang Han just heard the door knock, and he didn't wear a coat, so he went directly to the patio, just when Malan Tang Qin was still puzzled, there was a cry in the yard.

Then, Tang Yuanyuan stretched his face, and Zhao Mingli rushed in in a rage.

With his hands on his cheeks, he pouted his buttocks, the standard Malanjiao movements, but before the two of them could be happy, Xiao Tang Han complained about his father with a handful of snot and tears.

"Come and count it, two, four, six, seven, eight, ......."

"Your dad hit you eight times?" Zhao Mingli is looking for slippers everywhere, such a big child, you hit him eight times!

I...... Tang Qin was speechless.

But that's not all, "Quack, quack, so much......

Tang Changchang was angry, more than eight times, what a lot, how many times?

Tang Qin and Ma Lan looked at each other, the son of a Huangmei opera actor and TV series director, that's it

Shape?

Is this genius or ...... Talented!

"My grandfather, with a white beard, sings and sings hometown operas, and tells jokes......

But in the next sentence, little Tang Han, who was lying in his grandfather's arms, made Tang Changchang laugh, and Ma Lan and Tang Qin were completely speechless.

"Dad, he's going to the Spring Festival Gala......

"I know, isn't that pretty good?" Zhao Mingli peeled the apple, cut it into small pieces for her grandson, inserted a toothpick, and fed her eldest grandson bite by bite.

"Okay, then," Tang Qin tapped his son with his finger behind his parents' back, "Don't take a duck egg and take it home."

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Malan was worried.

She participated in the first Spring Festival Gala, and she also participated in several sessions later, she knows that the Spring Festival Gala has strict requirements for the program, and a program cannot pass without rehearsing thousands of times.

One minute on stage, ten years of work off the stage, the Spring Festival Gala stage is full of energy, and the skills are amazing, it is inseparable from the usual kung fu, children are children after all, but they also have to practice hard, how can they go to the Spring Festival Gala like this?

Today is the day of rehearsal, Ma Lan took his son to CCTV, there are many friends and colleagues of Tang Qin, watching them teasing his son affectionately, Ma Lan was uneasy.

Alas, when did he and his father worry about being on stage in the entertainment industry?

"Hello Mr. Zhao, Hanhan, call grandma." Backstage, I happened to meet Teacher Zhao Lirong, Sima Guang smashed the cylinder that year, and the old man and Tang Qin formed a fate.

"Hello grandma." Xiao Tang Han's milky voice amused Teacher Zhao Lirong all of a sudden, "Oh, you've grown so big, you also come to perform the show...... Later, grandma will applaud you, we will be a big star in the future, just like your mother...... What kind of show are you performing......

"Count the ducks." Xiao Tang Han shouted loudly, and in a word, the old lady was amused again.

Under the bridge in front of the door, walk past a flock of ducks......

Oh, Ma Lan breathed a sigh of relief, Xiao Tang Han went on stage, he was not stage frightened at all, his childish voice was clear, and he was generous in his childishness, and he looked at the leaders with a straight face.

"Where is this child?" Director Yang Zhengguang asked with a smile, when he learned from Zhang Xiaohai's mouth that this was the child of Ma Lan and Tang Qin, Yang Tai was even happier, the tiger father has no dog, this child will have a future in the future.

"How's it going, my son!"

When the rehearsal was empty, Tang Qin asked Zhang Xiaohai with a smile, Zhang Xiaohai stared at him, "Then I also have to thank me for being an uncle, come on, the leader is satisfied, the effect is really good, let's prepare for the Spring Festival Gala."

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On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, BJ fell a heavy snow.

The snow is covered with red lanterns, a festive red in this ancient and modern city.

Ma Lan and Tang Qin came to the backstage early in full costumes and with their son in their arms, today, they are not directors, nor actors, but parents, and they want to watch their son walk on the stage.