I want to go to the kindergarten to see the hairy children, I want to see them have a bonfire party, and I want to see the carving sister and their family hunting, and the barrage is the most.

Nanyin pondered it for a while and found that it was not suitable.

At this point in time, the animal kindergarten has long been closed, and it is not appropriate for non-park staff to enter.

And the little cubs need to rest.

Bonfires are just as impossible, they're all busy.

I really didn't have that time to have a party, and the main people couldn't get together, and most of them were outside and didn't come back.

As for watching the Eagle Little Sister's family go hunting, don't dream, she doesn't know where the Eagle Little Sister family is at this point in time.

Other......

Forget it, it's better to look at the stars.

"Look at the stars and tell stories."

The audience, who was really not interested in watching the stars, subconsciously wanted to refuse, and thought that there was a story to hear, so they reluctantly agreed.

"It's okay to look at the stars, but one thing, the story has to be good."

There is no way to guarantee this Nanyin, she smiled, "I am only responsible for speaking, whether it is good or not is not in my consideration, you can stay if you want to listen, and if you think it is not good, you can leave." ”

But no one was willing to leave.

So, Nanyin switched the field of view of the live broadcaster to a wide-angle field of view, and in an instant, a quiet and beautiful picture was presented in front of him.

At this time, the parent star is in July and August, and the night of this season is exactly towards the center of the Milky Way.

In addition, it was the beginning of the month, and the brightness of the moonlight was limited, and the brilliance of the stars in the sky was not obscured by the moonlight.

Nanyin searched around, pointed to the Cowherd and Vega, and said, "Do you see that Milky Way?" ”

"What, this galaxy has a story?"

"Yes."

Nanyin smiled, "Altair and Vega look at each other across the Milky Way, and our ancestors have a unique way of expressing romance." ”

"Therefore, the combination of the Milky Way and these two stars gives birth to the folk love legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl......"

As she spoke, she described it in short, able language.

The silence of the audience was deafening.

The live broadcast room was even more stuck, and the barrage was directly emptied.

Nanyin is not surprised by this, times are changing, and the understanding of love is also changing.

According to the consistent thinking pattern of interstellar humans, they will not find this love legend beautiful, but will only find it difficult to explain.

Sure enough, the audience's feedback came.

"I don't know if the waves are not romantic, I just know that this love legend is difficult to evaluate!"

"I can only say that if the background of this legend were changed to the present, the Cowherd would have to be arrested and sent to the Mineral Star to open a mine, Weaver Girl...... Tsk, if I want to have this kind of daughter whose brain has been hit by a meteorite, I have to break off her paternity and leave her to fend for herself."

"I don't comment on the love legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, I just want to say that the ancient poem of the Morning Glory and the Han Girl of the Kyaukyao River is really beautiful and romantic, and I like to die."

「……」

The barrage of evaluation poems came like a tide, but no one evaluated the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

are not interested in this love legend.

The result of the derivation is that the audience asks her if she has any other love legends.

It's better to have a more energetic one.

Nanyin thought about it, and gave them the four major folk legends of Liangshan Bozhu Yingtai, Meng Jiangnu Crying Great Wall and White Snake Legend.

The audience's evaluation is also indescribable, and they are not interested in the story itself, among which the white lady in the legend of the White Snake was scolded by them even more.

Oh, you have become a sperm, you don't want to be in the immortal class, but for a man, you flood the golden mountain, and steal Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass and the like, it's just a brain disease.

As for the yearning and praise for the free love of men and women expressed in this story, as well as the hatred of the bondage brought by the feudal cage, they do not feel it.

Because they were not born in the era, they can't understand what cannibalism is in feudal society.

However, Liang Zhu's theme song turned into a butterfly, as well as the millennium of the White Snake, etc., which were widely acclaimed.

Then, Huameng's existing entertainment stars were ridiculed by the group.

said that their ability to create lyrics and songs is not as good as that of the ancients, and their ability to write scripts is also not as good as that of the ancients.

The poems and songs left by the ancestors are all classics among the classics, the kind that can be passed down for centuries.

The so-called art they came up with, the Zerg couldn't wait to vomit when they heard it.

There are many practitioners in the entertainment industry who squatted in the live broadcast room, and they didn't dare to show up if they wanted to save face, even if they were extremely embarrassed by the complaints, they refused to show up and scold back, and it was not them who Quan Dang said.

Thick-skinned and good at grasping business opportunities, his eyes are bright.

"Hello Ms. Nanyin, I'm Lorenzo, the great director of Huachao Entertainment. Copperfield, can Ms. Nan authorize Liang Zhu to me, I want to shoot this love legend and give the audience a different kind of visual enjoyment."

"You can pull it down, it's still visual enjoyment, the movies you make are all very sparse plots, and you don't want to watch what you shoot if you feed people."

"That's right, Nanyin, don't promise him, this is a bad movie king."

Before Nanyin could do anything, the audience blew up and sent barrages to persuade her not to authorize.

Look at Lorenzo. Copperfield was furious, and he couldn't bear to fight with the audience.

Nanyin didn't say a word, and a large number of barrage fireworks flashed with interest, and this speed was like a thought importer at a glance.

The brain turns a little slower, and it can't keep up with the speed of this group of people scolding each other.

Just when they were having a good time with each other, and Lorenzo. Copperfield has the same idea, and the practitioners in the entertainment industry who want to make a fortune from the four major folk love stories have jumped out and asked Nanyin for the authorization of the four stories.

The price of the royalties offered is ridiculously high one after the other.

The typical rhythm of waving a banknote to give her money.

However, unfortunately, Nanyin is really not qualified to give them this authorization.

She spread her hands and said helplessly, "Don't make an offer, if you really want to authorize, you can contact the Historical and Cultural Center." ”

"All the cultural transmission related to the home planet is managed by the historical and cultural center."

The audience understands what she means in seconds, non-entertainment industry practitioners are happy, the historical and cultural center is a big Buddha, and everything related to the culture of the mother planet will only go to the highest level of strict line.

What does this mean?

It means that even if these stories are to be filmed, they will find good directors and screenwriters, rather than these people who feed the audience.

That's a good thing for them.

At least not spicy eyes.

Practitioners are like taking the examination and playing ball, and the authority falls on the historical and cultural center, and their dream of making a lot of money from these stories has failed.

It's worse than losing their money.

However, it's useless to be uncomfortable, their reputation is really bad, and it has spread to the civilization next door, which can be said to be scolding.

These stories want to fall into their hands, unless the head of the historical and cultural center has his brain smashed by a meteorite, otherwise it will be no fun. (End of chapter)