Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 8 The live broadcast room exploded!
After being dazed for a few seconds, Nan Shu shook her head, picked up the chopsticks and began to help her son, Xiaojue was small and the spoon was inconvenient, she couldn't let him suffer.

As a result, Nan Shu also joined the food grabbing army. Seeing Nan Shu constantly adding vegetables to her bowl, Nan Jue rarely stopped, smiled sweetly at Nan Shu, and continued to fight hard with her head down.

"Hey, hey, one person is enough, how can you bring help?" Doyle's call sounded again.

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After finishing the meal, everyone, old and young, leaned back on their chairs, their faces full and their bellies bulging.

"Comfortable." Doyle smacked his lips, slowly aftertaste.

After resting for about ten minutes, Doyle got up, put down a crystal clear blue stone the size of a fist, and said to Nan Shu, "I'll come back at night."

After speaking, he turned his back and left slowly.

Nan Shu picked up the stone. This kind of stone is called an energy stone. It is used on mecha spaceships and trains. A small one is worth 10,000+ star coins. This fist-sized piece is worth millions of stars coins.

It's generous.

Nan Shu sighed.

With the money, the idea of ​​going out ran through Nan Shu's mind and decided to give up.The twelfth district is dirty and messy, so I can't stay here for a few days, and it won't be too late to think about it when I move to another district.

After a leisurely afternoon, when it was time for dinner in the evening, Doyle arrived as expected just as the smell of food wafted out.

The three of them got to know each other a lot, but during the meal, Nan Jue and Dao Er still fought each other, it was very lively.

After eating, Doyle left an energy stone behind and walked away slowly.

Nan Shu looked at the energy stone on the table, and her thoughts turned. Seeing that Doyle's attitude clearly didn't care about the energy stone, and in the entire Federation, people in those districts were probably the only ones who could take out the energy stone at will.

In the afternoon, Nan Shu didn't go anywhere, and asked the system carefully about Huaxia. She learned that the Dayong Dynasty where she lived also belonged to a small dynasty in Huaxia, but it was a little earlier and existed for a short time. There are very few records about it, almost none, and the territory of Huaxia is on the earth. Now the earth has changed its name to Blue Star. Unlike the scenery in ancient times, Blue Star is now a waste star.

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Seven fifty.

After Nan Shu settled down with Nan Jue, she started to contact the system.

"System, I will enter the Huaguang live broadcast platform at eight o'clock, and you will act as a live broadcast device for me."

"it is good."

Arrived at eight.

The biggest recommendation on the homepage of the Huaguang Live App, suddenly appeared a live broadcast room that had never been seen before.

Room name: Huaxia Culture.

On the page of the room, the four big characters were glittering with golden light. At this time, it was at the peak of the evening traffic, and the four big characters with golden light caught everyone's attention almost instantly.

"It's okay anyway, why don't you click in and have a look?"

With this in mind, many people flooded into the live broadcast room.

"Welcome to the Huaxia Culture Live Broadcasting Room." The appearance was the same, but the difference was that Nan Shu's voice was sweet and clear, which made people happy to listen to.

The flow of people pouring into the room looked at the whiteness in front of them, and they were stunned at first, and then they realized that the anchor had turned on the face masking mode?

The live broadcast is divided into many modes. Most anchors often use the beauty mode, and some choose the plain makeup mode for eyeballs, but the face mask mode is rarely used.

The face masking mode is to use the live broadcast function to mask the face of the anchor. From the view of viewers like them, the face of the anchor is like a layer of fog, a vast expanse of whiteness, not even a single hair can be seen, only the face of the anchor can be seen. below the jaw.

"let's go."

Many people left the live broadcast room after leaving this barrage.After all, the live broadcast is to watch the face, and the anchor even covered his face, so what's the point?
In an instant, without waiting for Nan Shu to say anything, most of the crowd left the studio, leaving only a small part.

At the same time, in the background of Huaguang Building, Yan Ping cursed: "What's going on? Isn't that Lilith's live broadcast room? Where did this Huaxia Culture live broadcast room come from? Take it down quickly."

"Yes Yes Yes."

A group of people operated urgently.

Strange, the Huaguang live broadcast platform has never made mistakes, let alone the live broadcast recommendation on the homepage?
Seeing the sudden decrease in the number of people in the upper right corner of the room, Nan Shu didn't care.

Continued: "This live broadcast room is mainly used to spread Chinese culture..."

In twos and threes appeared on the bullet screen: "Although I can't see the face..., but the anchor's voice is pretty nice."

"exactly."

"Can the anchor show his face?"

"What culture?"

In the barrage of twos and threes, someone finally found the point, but it was a pity that they passed by and did not attract much attention.

At this time, the number of people in the room is still declining.

After Nan Shu finished speaking hastily, she began to get straight to the point.

In the current situation, it is useless to say more, Nan Shu directly asked the system to move the camera down.

A complete set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones appeared neatly in front of the audience.

The comments on the barrage began to increase: "Anchor, what is this?"

"Is that a pen?"

"How can there be such a strange pen?"

In the interstellar era, electronic pens are everywhere, even fountain pens are rare, let alone brushes?
Nan Shu didn't care about the barrage, but took the inkstone and ink ingot, took some clear water and poured it on the inkstone, and began to grind it straight and round.

The inkstone is Duan inkstone, the material is purple stone inkstone, the shape is quaint, the circle of the inkstone is carved with fine texture, and the blank space is carved with heavy mountains, layer upon layer, the wonders of hundreds of miles of mountains are here, and the ink ingot is circled Turning, the smooth ink is slowly grinded out.

"Why is no one talking?"

Many newcomers to the live broadcast room wondered, it stands to reason that the live broadcast bullet screens are all flashing one by one, why is there not a single bullet screen in this live broadcast room.

Looking at the screen, he couldn't help but froze.

A pair of slender white hands hold an ink ingot, and grind it finely on one of the inkstones. The small hands are like jade, the inkstone is purple, and the ink ingot is thick black. It is smooth and silent when grinding.

Everyone held their breath and watched the scene in front of them.

The ancient rhyme is elegant, and you can feel calm just by lightly rubbing it with bare hands.

It was a kind of stillness rising from the depths of their hearts. Everyone began to slow down their breathing, relax their tense brains, and slowly feel everything in front of them.

The people in the live broadcast room began to fall into a very mysterious state.

This state was broken by no one, those who were grinding focused on the ink, and those who watched were watching quietly, and no one disturbed them, including the people who kept pouring in later.

"Wait, don't withdraw yet." Yan Ping frowned at the backstage of Huaguang's live broadcast, staring closely at Nan Shu's live broadcast room.

His keen sense of smell all the year round told him, wait a minute, live broadcasting has been developed for thousands of years, and there has never been an anchor who can do it like her, with almost no interaction, but retaining everyone.

After studying the ink, Nan Shu began to spread the paper very naturally. The white rice paper was spread out, and Nan Shu took the pen, dipping the pen into thick ink.

The horizontal painting starts with the wind, stops and closes, and gradually emerges on the white paper: the live broadcast room of Huaxia Culture.

It's still in italics.

The length of each stroke and stroke is suitable, and the thickness of each stroke is moderate.

The pen stopped, and the Jianhao pen was placed on the inkstone.

Nan Shu looked up.

The audience in front of the screen woke up like a dream.

In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded!

(End of this chapter)