Juan Wang's mother brought Nizi to a variety show as a control group

Chapter 97
Lu He dragged his father to the backyard.

Where there are no cameras, boys can speak freely.

"Father, I don't want to be a girl, it's too ugly." Lu He puffed his cheeks, "Why didn't we both sing, and you also talked about singing at first, why did you suddenly change your mind?
Lu Shaoan patted his son's head: "Singing is too simple. How can it be popular? Isn't this show just to increase traffic? How can it increase if it is not popular?"

The next thing Lu Shaoan wanted to say was that Wen Qixuan had been on the hot list several times, and when he got to the point of speaking, he realized that he would always compare Wen Qixuan, and his son would feel uncomfortable.

"Country shows need to be down-to-earth. Will the villagers vote for singing? Unless they are singing operas, we are not good at singing operas." Lu Shaoan patiently explained.

"Then we don't perform normally, why do we have to dress up as a woman, it's too eye-catching." Maintaining the original gender is Lu He's last stubbornness.

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

The son's words are reasonable, and he can't destroy his image for popularity.

"Okay, no more crosstalk."

When returning to the studio from the backyard, Lu He had a smile on his face.

……

Jingzhou, three o'clock in the afternoon.

Assistant He brought coffee to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan pinched his nose and took a short rest.

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

Her writing on the blackboard is graceful and beautiful.

Wen Yan once dreamed that one day, she would write a love letter on the blackboard and give it to herself.

Compared with singing and dancing, Wen Yan prefers calligraphy. When Liang Shuangan quietly wrote a set of big characters, the temperament and self-confidence exuded from the inside out attracted him deeply.

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

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

When Liang Shuang at that time reappeared in Wen Yan's mind, his heart felt like a warm baby was pasted on it, which was extremely warm.

He was in a frenzy, and even had some not-so-serious thoughts.

"Tomorrow afternoon's work will be canceled, I will go to Plum Village." Wen Yan said impulsively.

Assistant He: "Huh?"

"Leave at noon, come back in the morning the day after tomorrow, and you will drive me off." The man added, if he drives for a few hours, he must not have so much energy at night.

Assistant He went to arrange things.

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

Only he himself knows that this is an excuse.

Liang Shuang happened to check several famous fonts in "The Preface to the Collection of Lanting", and she saw it immediately when a message popped up at the top of the phone screen.

Wen Yan is coming?

She froze.

He didn't just go back for two days.

The workers are working under the camera, and they need to come to the site for inspection?
Although Liang Shuang was puzzled, he quickly remembered that Wen Yan in the novel was a person who paid great attention to details and always wanted to do everything by himself.

She replied: "OK."

His wife's straightforward answer made Wen Yan smile unconsciously.

I can't be cowardly this time.

He really wants to!

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

"Ah."

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

Then he locked the office door and got ready for tomorrow night.

When clicking on the webpage, the man feels a little bit ashamed.

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

Long time no see, still heartbroken.

Wen Yan stared at the photos in the space-encrypted album and posted them for a while.

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

Family number one.

Tang Qi chose to sing Kunqu Opera.

She is confident that their talent can win.

The woman hangs her throat.

[crispy mouth]

【Tang Tang is the real talent】

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

[Three have their own characteristics]

[What are the characteristics of calligraphy?It’s okay to draw blindly]

【That is, Tangtang and Ruirui's talent is the most difficult】

【Papa Lu is no longer cross-talking】

[I think it would be better not to cross-dress, Lu's father is quite burly, if he cross-dresses a woman, his eyes will be hotter]

[Lu's father plays the round fan very well, it also requires a lot of skills]

【The talent of Liang Shuang and the others is the most boring】

[Wen Qixuan plays clarinet, my daughter can learn clarinet in second grade music class, it's very simple]

[Simplicity is also a talent, but there are still many people who don’t know how to do it]

【That is, can you watch the live broadcast normally】

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

Liang Shuang didn't care what everyone said.

She wasn't here to win awards, but just to have something to sell when she went up to perform.

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

When she was at school, she also liked to keep writing in her notebook when she was free, writing a word many times.

"Sasha, try it." Liang Shuang held the little girl by the hand.

Deng Sha doesn't know how to use a brush.

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

"I teach you."

Liang Shuang probably forgot that he was going to perform at night, so he concentrated on guiding Sha Deng.

After writing it more than ten times, Deng Sha finally wrote a word "good" that is not crooked, and she erected it for Liang Shuang to see.

Liang Shuang nodded with a smile: "That's right, Sasha, have you noticed that once the brush strokes are not smooth, they will be crooked, so it must be done in one go, and you can't write slowly. If you don't write well, you can't draw again."

Deng Sha nodded vigorously.

"Wen Qixuan, let's start, let's see if I can finish writing a piece after you finish playing it." After half an hour's delay, Liang Shuang finally remembered the business.

[A piece of music only takes three to four minutes. I'm just kidding after writing "Lanting Collection Preface" in such a short time]

【I don't see it】

[This is a transformation show, not a talent show, please be more tolerant]

[You are tolerant, look, cancel it]

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

【Let's go, let's go, who cares】

【Less you a lot】

[Isn’t being able to write beautiful handwriting worthy of praise?The words are good-looking, which is a plus]

Liang Shuang writes furiously with the camera behind his back.

Grandma Deng watched intently. She wrote really well. Sha Deng likes to practice calligraphy. Can she guide her?

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

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

Liang Shuang said while writing, "You can do it."

Wen Qixuan played the tune, his voice was high and low, and the music seemed to fluctuate with Liang Shuang's writing.

Family number three.

Lu Shaoan turned down the live broadcast volume.

He and his son faced the camera sideways, and netizens didn't know what the rehearsal was about.

[Although I can't see the expression, but I can vaguely see the exaggerated movements, which looks very good visually]

【Hehe Chong】

[Blind box is really attractive to them? 】

[Same question, what is the blind box spree?Are they really rare?It's a script, right?]

[A lot of celebrities go on the show, and those who win eat a big meal, do they rarely have a big meal?But not all of them work hard, the important thing is not what to eat, but whether they can win]

[Yes, for honor]

【come on】

　This chapter was swallowed two hundred words
　　
　
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