Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Listening to her third brother-in-law's words, Liu Xiangxiang looked at the dragon boat in the river again.

In the misty rain, a small boat seems to have crossed the long river of time, struggling to break out of the fog and difficulties, and coming towards us, as if the Chinese nation has come from the long river of 5,000 years of history.

She seemed to hear the dragon boats rowing upstream in unison, with tenacity, determination and indomitable spirit.

Doesn’t this illustrate the Chinese nation’s iron will to stick together, never give up, and face challenges head-on?

Looking at the riverside again, Liu Xiangxiang was shocked to find that some details that she had not noticed before now seemed to have new meanings.

"What is this?" Liu Xiangxiang asked Wang Zihao, pointing to the shore.

"The dragon boats went upstream and headed for the 30-mile race. People along the way were moved by the dragon boats in the river and welcomed them with the highest respect, setting off firecrackers," said Wang Zihao.

Liu Xiangxiang's eyes were full of stars. This is the true meaning of cultural heritage and inheritance.

The paintings by my third brother-in-law are all full of profound meaning.

If you want to draw a dragon boat, you can't just draw a dragon boat.

If I were to paint a moment of mist and rain, my old friend would appear to be coming from the clouds.

You have to travel 30 miles upstream to get to the competition venue and overcome all difficulties and obstacles.

We should draw a dragon patrolling the vast ocean and passing by our home, so that both sides of the strait can welcome each other and travel in the same boat.

We must paint the boat full of mist and rain, no matter how high the sky is, and forge ahead to gather the dragon soul.

To paint the sons of China, they should be majestic and imposing.

Let the thousand-year-old river flow away and the national soul be passed on forever.

Online.

The news that Wang Zihao appeared at Cai Yiyi's concert became a hot search in less than an hour, and its popularity was much higher than that of Liu Piaopiao.

"Woo woo, I thought the leader had retired."

"After the peak night of The Masked Singer, the leader seemed to be in hiding. There were legends about him everywhere, but no one could see him."

"So the leader is also afraid of the stage. This is just like the sunrise in the east in my mind."

"Dongfang Bubai has always been different. He didn't disappoint me tonight. His singing level was even higher than when he sang quietly on the stage of "Masked Singer"."

“The Burmese version sounds better than the Chinese version!”

"The leader is so cruel that he didn't even release a studio version. The only live version available online is this one."

Zhang Nuannuan was shocked after seeing the news. The shameless leader is invincible.

Especially after listening to the live version of "Fresh Little Girl", not only did her eyes become wet, but she also drooled.

Alas, after meeting Sunrise in the East, it becomes difficult to accept other men because they are all too mediocre.

"The leader is awesome!" Quan Hanwei admires Wang Zihao very much, and he doesn't seem to care much about fame and fortune.

Damn, they don’t even take off their masks.

In order to make themselves newsworthy, my company even wants to create news about my cheating.

Shang Wen Zhang had already been arranged by the company to date a female artist from the same company who was a dozen years older than him.

Shang Wen Zhang couldn't refuse, so he took some daily photos with this older sister, acting quite intimate, like a boyfriend and girlfriend.

The rest of the time, you can do whatever you want.

"There's progress again." Tang Shujuan checked her phone before going to bed.

It's clear from just a few lines that Sunrise East's singing skills have improved and their stage performance has become more sophisticated.

The Whisper of the Wind, in the study on the third floor.

Wang Zihao was polishing "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", and Liu Xiangxiang was watching on the side, refusing to take a bath.

It wasn't until Xu Meili called Wang Zihao that she ran to take a shower. "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Wang Zihao put down his paintbrush and asked Xu Meili as he finished his work.

"I slept too much during the day." Xu Meili asked, "Qianqian is not in Junsha, right?"

"No." Wang Zihao asked, "Didn't she tell you?"

It seems that these two best friends are starting to be wary of each other.

really.

"No, she would never be willing to push you to me. I have to fight for you myself," said Xu Meili.

"Qianqian is not that stingy. She knows it's not convenient for you now." What could Wang Zihao say? He could only try to make some repairs.

"I feel much better thinking this way." Xu Meili was quite satisfied.

Wang Zihao asked: "Have you taken any roles recently?"

"I won't take it anymore, but I still have to shoot the ones I've taken before." Xu Meili said, "Don't worry, it's mostly literary scenes, with few martial arts scenes, and there are stand-ins. If it doesn't work, I'll just cut out the pictures."

Wang Zihao wiped his sweat: "Then you will become someone I hate."

"Really?" Xu Meili asked.

"It's fake." Wang Zihao bowed his head to reality and asked curiously, "Why do TV dramas and movies about the South Peninsula always portray them in such a dark light?"

Xu Meili said: "Because they are sick, we were like this before, and there are still such directors now."

Wang Zihao listened.

Xu Meili added: "More than 20 years ago, our directors made movies not to make money, but to win awards overseas. At that time, it was not important whether or not to make money in China, what was important was winning awards. The more backward and dark our country was portrayed, the more awards we could win. Winning awards brought status and investment, and the audience's feelings were not important."

After a pause, Xu Meili exclaimed: "Since the new generation of filmmakers have been making movies that our people like to watch, and they have made money at the box office, this trend has begun to change. So our filmmakers now only make movies that our people like to watch. No one cares about winning awards overseas. We have long been disdainful of those little colonists who laugh at our movies for not winning awards abroad."

"Is that the result of the invasion of ideas and culture?" Wang Zihao pondered.

Xu Meili nodded: "The South Peninsula countries are now following our old path, making movies that Europeans and Americans like to watch, winning European and American awards, and relying on European and American recognition to get investment. The result is that their film industry has collapsed, and almost all of them have lost money. No one in China watches them."

Wang Zihao sighed: "This is a disease and needs treatment."

Xu Meili smiled and said, "Look, now we are no longer shooting the dark dramas that Europeans and Americans want us to shoot. We are shooting dramas with handsome men and beautiful women and low emotional intelligence, which make foreign girls stunned. Overseas, it has surpassed the TV dramas of the South Peninsula countries. As a result, many foreign girls have a good impression of our people."

"The water is so deep, luckily I have someone above me." Wang Zihao said.

"Are you seducing me?" Xu Meili asked.

"It didn't succeed, did it?" Wang Zihao asked back.

Xu Meili nodded: "A little bit, but I don't really want to get close to men now."

"It's normal. I heard it's caused by changes in hormone levels in the body." Wang Zihao said.

"After I stop being interested in men, I feel like life is a bit boring. What should I do?" Xu Meili said.

Wang Zihao had a headache and said, "Do you want me to go over and accompany you?"

"It's too late, no need." Xu Meili was very considerate, "My parents are at home, don't worry, I won't be depressed."

"You are so nice!" After comparison, Wang Zihao felt that Xu Meili was better.

If it were Liu Qianqian, she would never say that she was not interested in men.

If you keep things hidden in your heart, you won't be able to communicate happily, and you won't know why the other person is happy or unhappy.

The two chatted.

Not long after, after taking a shower, Liu Xiangxiang came into the study.

Wang Zihao turned his head and saw a little tiger.

There are also two little white rabbits. (End of this chapter)