Lu He pulled his father to the backyard.

Where there are no cameras, boys can speak freely.

"Dad, I don't want to pretend to be a girl, it's too ugly." Lu He puffed out his cheeks, "Why don't we sing, you also sang at the beginning, why did you suddenly change your hexagram?"

Lu Shaoan touched his son's head: "Singing is too simple." How can you be on the hit? Isn't this show just to increase traffic? How to increase the popularity if it is not popular? ”

Lu Shaoan wanted to say in the next sentence, Wen Qixuan has been popular several times, and when the words came to his mouth, he realized that his son would be uncomfortable if he always compared Wen Qixuan.

"The village program should be down-to-earth, will the villagers vote when they sing? Unless we sing, we are not good at singing. Lu Shaoan patiently explained.

"Then we don't perform normally, why do we have to dress up as a man, it's too spicy." Maintaining the original sex is Lu He's last stubbornness.

"Dad, if netizens take screenshots of my ugly photos and enlarge them to make a spoof, it's better not to be negative."

The son's words are reasonable, and he can't self-destruct his image for the sake of popularity.

"Okay, don't go back."

When he returned to the live broadcast room from the backyard, Lu He had a smile on his face.

……

Gyeongju, 3 p.m.

Assistant He brought coffee to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan pinched the wings of his nose and rested for a while.

He saw Liang Shuang at the top of the news, and they were going to perform a talent show at night, and Liang Shuang's talent was calligraphy.

Her blackboard handwriting is beautiful.

Wen Yan once longed for how good it would be if one day, she wrote a love letter on the blackboard and gave it to herself.

Wen Yan prefers calligraphy to singing and dancing, and when Liang Shuang'an quietly writes down a large set of characters, the temperament and confidence that exudes from the inside out deeply attract him.

He had seen Liang Shuang at that time in the window.

Maybe it's because my handwriting is not good-looking.

When Liang Shuang at that time resurfaced in Wen Yan's mind, his heart was like a warm baby, extremely warm.

He was so crazy that he even had not-so-serious ideas.

"Tomorrow afternoon's work is over, I'm going to Plum Village." Wen Yan said impulsively.

Assistant He: "Huh? ”

"I'll leave at noon, and I'll be back the morning after tomorrow, and you can drive me." The man added, if you drive yourself for a few hours, you must not have so much energy at night.

Assistant He went to arrange things.

Wen Yan sent a message to Liang Shuang, he will come over tomorrow night to check the work of the workers in the past few days.

Only he knows that this is an excuse.

Liang Shuang happened to check the famous fonts of "Lanting Collection Preface", and she saw it for the first time when the message popped up at the top of the mobile phone screen.

Wen Yan is coming?

She looked stunned.

He didn't just go back two days.

Workers are working under the camera, and they need to come to the site again to inspect them?

Although Liang Shuang had doubts, he quickly remembered that Li Wenyan was a person who paid attention to details and always wanted to do everything himself.

She replied, "Okay." ”

His wife's crisp and neat answer made Wen Yan smile unconsciously.

This time it can't be coerced anymore.

He, I really want to!

"Still living there? I'll make a reservation. Liang Shuang asked more.

"Hmm."

Liang Shuang was about to book a room, and pink bubbles appeared in Wen Yan's heart.

Then he locked the office door and prepared for tomorrow night.

When clicking on the web page, the man has a little bit of shame.

He turned on the air conditioner, blew the cold wind for a while, and finally calmed down.

I haven't seen it for a long time, but I'm still excited.

Wen Yan looked at the photos in the space encrypted album and was stunned for a while.

Liang Shuang didn't think much about it and closed the dialog box.

Family One.

Tang Qi chose to sing Kunqu Opera.

She is confident that their talents will win.

The woman hung her throat.

【Crispy opening】

[Tang Tang is the real talent]

[Singing is a super test of skills, it is impossible to achieve it quickly]

【All three have characteristics】

What are the characteristics of calligraphy? It's okay to draw casually]

[That is, Tang Tang and Rui Rui's talents are the most difficult]

[Dad Lu doesn't fight back]

[I think it's better not to regurgitate, Dad Lu is quite burly, if it's a regurgitated woman, how spicy it is]

[Daddy Lu's fan is playing well, this also requires skills]

[That Liang Shuang, their talent is the most boring]

[Wen Qixuan plays the recorder, the recorder is something my daughter can learn in her second-grade music class, it's very simple]

[Simple is also a talent, there are still many people who don't know it]

[That is, can you watch the live broadcast normally]

Everyone hasn't seen the performance yet, and they have already ranked on the barrage.

Liang Shuangcai doesn't care what everyone says.

She's not here to win an award, but just to have something to do when she goes up to perform.

After Deng Sha finished her homework, she came to the courtyard to practice calligraphy with Liang Shuang.

She was at school, and when she was fine, she liked to write in her notebook non-stop, writing a word many times.

"Sasha, try." Liang Shuang held the little girl.

Dunsha doesn't know how to use a brush.

"I can only write with a pen." The girl said.

"I'll teach you."

Liang Shuang probably forgot to perform at night, and introduced Deng Sha with full attention.

After writing more than a dozen times, Deng Sha finally wrote a 'good' word that was not crooked, and she put it up for Liang Shuang to see.

Liang Shuang smiled and nodded: "Yes, Sasha, have you noticed that once the brush strokes are not smooth, they will be crooked, so you must do it in one go, you can't write a stroke slowly, and you can't write it again if you don't write well." ”

Deng Sha nodded vigorously.

"Wen Qixuan, let's start and see if I can write a piece of music after you finish playing." After being delayed for half an hour, Liang Shuang finally remembered to get down to business.

[A piece of music is only three or four minutes, and it's a joke to finish writing "Lanting Collection Preface" in such a short time]

[Didn't look at it]

[This is a deformation show, not a talent show, be tolerant]

[You tolerate you and see it, and you have taken it off]

[I'm also leaving, it's boring, it's better to listen to the radio]

[Let's go, let's go, who is rare]

[Less, less, less]

[Isn't it commendable to be able to write beautiful handwriting?] The words are good-looking, and they are a plus.

Liang Shuang wrote hard with the camera behind his back.

Grandma Deng watched intently, she writes so well, Deng Sha likes to practice calligraphy, can she be guided?

The old man pulled his granddaughter and sent her to Liang Shuang's side.

"Auntie, if only I could write as fast as you do."

Liang Shuang said as he wrote: "You can." ”

Wen Qixuan was blowing the tune, the sound was high and low, and the music seemed to fluctuate with Liang Shuang's pen.

Family No. 3.

Lu Shaoan turned down the volume of the live broadcast.

and his son faced the camera sideways, and netizens didn't know what the two rehearsed.

[Although I can't see the expression, I can vaguely see the exaggerated movements, and it's very beautiful to look at]

【Tsuru Chong】

[Blind boxes are really attractive to them?] 】

[Same question, what is the blind box gift package? Are they really rare? It's a script, isn't it?]

[Many celebrities are on the show, and those who win eat big meals, are big meals rare for them? ] But not all of them are very hard, the important thing is not what to eat, but whether they can win]

[Yes, for honor]

【Come on】

This chapter is swallowed two hundred words

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