Everyone was confused.

I don't really understand the meaning of Li Yun's last sentence...

Your own... Expression?

"Mr. Li, you..."

"Give me time for a song."

Li Yun directly interrupted Zhou Qiuye's words.

Zhou Qiuye was directly shocked and chose to shut up.

The scene was silent.

It was not Li Yun who interrupted Zhou Qiuye who was aggressive, but really swam in the sea of memory.

At this moment, Li Yun changed his previous panicked appearance, but looked like an old man who was nostalgic for the past.

Bring the brain back to the memory of his previous life, in the high school class, sitting in the last row, not serious about reading, that head is full of chalk.

The contours gradually emerge.

Yes, that's who I used to be, who I used to be.

In the ocean of memory, Li Yun has a feeling of being face-to-face with his past self.

Some nostalgia.

The taste of time is always fragrant, especially for Li Yun, if the two worlds are combined, this memory is probably more than thirty years ago...

Some look like yellowed old photos.

"Hello, my former self..."

Li Yun muttered.

Keep reminiscing.

In the memories, I found the ancient poems and classical Chinese that I learned in the classroom in my previous life.

Li Yun's memory is gradually becoming complete.

And Dong Qingshu also smiled and said: "What kind of surprise will Mr. Li bring us when a song is time?" Let's wait and see. ”

TV here.

"Give him time for a song? What is he going to do..."

"I don't know, I just know that the ratings in the station are rising."

Yang Guangcheng discovered something.

is something that is similar to a broadcast accident, which actually made the ratings rise and exploded directly, and it is almost catching up with the happy base camp next door.

You must know that in this prime time period, there is only one king who dominates variety shows, and that is the happy base camp, the Chinese Poetry Conference has never surpassed the happy base camp even at its peak before, but now it has surpassed the king-level figure in the variety show industry.

This undoubtedly made Yang Guangcheng excited.

Is this a bad thing?

No, it could be a good thing.

If Li Yun didn't deal with it well in the later stage, it would still be a broadcasting accident.

A broadcast accident with high ratings.

Just look at the time of this song, what kind of answer will Li Yun make...

This made Yang Guangcheng think, sure enough, the core of live variety shows is 'accidents', and being able to do things that surprise the audience means ratings.

At this time, Yang Guangcheng turned to Yan Ying and said.

"Go take a break after this episode of the show, you've been a little too extreme lately, I'm afraid it's not menopause coming early."

"Hmph..."

Yan Ying was noncommittal and was very calm about being punished.

She has her own beliefs, and she does not allow her beliefs to be insulted.

Punishment or something, it doesn't matter, she has long expected that there will be a punishment, or she decided to do it with the consciousness of being punished.

Subsequently, Yan Ying added.

"Anyway, if you punish me now, I'll let you kneel on the washboard when I get home, and we don't owe each other."

"You... You're playing tricks! ”

Yang Guangcheng wanted to speak and stopped, and the atmosphere around him was very subtle.

The director and director are two husband and wife, and their workplace and life status are completely reversed...

At this time, Yan Ying was also staring at Li Yun on the screen.

I'm also thinking about a question.

What the hell is he going to do?

What can he do when a song is timed?

"What is Mr. Li going to do?"

"I don't know."

"We know that Mr. Li always likes to operate off the beaten path..."

"In my opinion, he is probably holding back his big move."

"At first, I looked at Mr. Li's expression and felt that I was about to have a broadcast accident, but at present, it seems that it is not as simple as a broadcast accident."

"You can not believe in Mr. Li's character, but you can't not believe in Mr. Li's talent..."

The discussions on the Internet are even more up-and-down, and wave after wave of heat has stirred up.

Those who have paid attention to the poetry conference before, those who have not paid attention to Li Yun, those who have not paid attention to Li Yun.

Give me time for a song.

How long is a song?

Three minutes, up to five minutes.

What could he change in five minutes, could he change what looked like a broadcast accident?

Zhou Qiuye stared at the man on the stage.

From the beginning, Zhou Qiuye noticed Li Yun.

She instinctively felt that from the beginning, Li Yun was empty-hearted.

He was breaking out in a cold sweat.

He's weak in heart.

This is a sign of ignorance, and this is the performance of a husky who blends in with the wolves.

Zhou Qiuye didn't think that she would admit this kind of performance, after all, her table mate also had this expression when she was named by the teacher to answer the question.

So Zhou Qiuye felt that people like this should not sit with scholars and serve as judges.

It's not impossible to invite guests.

But you can't put him on the jury's bench.

Let the other judges think, let the contestants think

However, at this time, Zhou Qiuye was a little incomprehensible.

The man in front of him, his expression did not have the previous panic, and he did not have the previous emptiness.

Rather, it's a...

Remember?

That's right, it's a remembrance expression.

The expression is gentle, as if I have seen old photos from the past.

Zhou Qiuye couldn't understand the man in front of him anymore.

But he said that the time of a song is the time of a song.

It's not bad for a few minutes.

At this time, in the silence of the audience, Li Yun suddenly said.

"Huang Lao, can you give me a piece of paper and a pen..."

"Paper and pen..."Huang Bingtian didn't realize what Li Yun meant by asking for paper and pen at first, and then he seemed to think of something, and his face showed ecstasy: "Yes... Yes, pen and paper! ”

Huang Bingtian is an old-school scholar who carries paper and pen with him.

"Thank you..."

After Li Yun took the pen and paper, he began to write on the paper.

First, recall the keywords, capture the fleeting keywords in the memory, then write them down, and then recall them by the keywords...

Dragon... Qin... War...

Battlefield...

With the increase of keywords, Li Yun's memory became clearer and clearer.

This made Li Yun sigh a little.

The human brain is really a magical thing, obviously I have not memorized it before, but the ancient poems I have read have been imprinted in the depths of my mind.

In the past, poems that I couldn't think of when I took the exam, but now they are vaguely starting to emerge.

The human brain is awesome.

The memory pills produced by the system are really awesome...

With the sea of memories, Li Yun grabbed more...

Little by little, time passed.

Five minutes were up.

Time for a song.

Dong Qingshu couldn't help but speak.

The duration of the show is limited.

Even if Li Yun wants to delay time, five minutes is enough, and if you lose face, you can't lose it as soon as possible...

Just when Dong Qingshu wanted to change the topic, Li Yun spoke up.

With his eyes closed, he seems to be babbling...

"Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Guan,"

"The Long March has not been returned."

"But make the dragon city fly in,"

"Don't teach Huma ... Du Yan Mountain! ”

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Chapter 153, give me time for a song