From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Chapter 84 Ercao's body and name are both destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be abolished through the ages!
Shock!

Unprecedented shock!
Such an ancient parallel prose, under the recitation of Song Ci, made everyone's blood spurt!
Yuan Qing's face was livid, and his hand on the back of the chair was trembling slightly.

He knew that it was impossible to give his son a face tonight.

Under the article of Song Ci, everything will be set off like dust.

Yuan Sizhi stared at Song Ci desperately, he was speechless, he just felt that there is such an article in this world!
Tian Xingli was panting heavily, the strong shock made it difficult for him to breathe.

Zhang Dongsen stood up straight away, his eyes trembling.

But soon he realized that he was blocking the people behind him, his legs softened, and he slumped on the chair again.

Bai Yishan showed ecstasy.

Unexpectedly, really unexpected, Song Ci was able to write a masterpiece!
Although this kind of article can only be understood at the moment, its powerful charm that belongs to the text itself has already made Bai Yishan extremely excited.

Needless to say, Wang Yin, now, her whole body is trembling, countless emotions, shock, ecstasy, doubt and even fear, are surging back and forth in her body.

Facing such an article, there are more than a thousand lovers of poetry and ancient culture present here, and none of them can't feel the shocking spirit gushing out of it.

Li Weicai looked at the changes in expressions of the people here with great surprise.

As a person with ordinary literary literacy, he can probably understand that the Song Ci in this article is extremely catchy.

Don't talk about the content, just talk about the fluency, the quality of this article, it should be good.

But why does the expression of everyone seem to have seen some great horror?
Could it be that Song Ci wrote an extremely wonderful article?

The quality of this article is stronger than that of the finalists just now?

Li Weicai reacted quickly, commanding a few swimming photographers to quickly capture the expressions of everyone here, especially those sitting in the first row, those bigwigs in the poetry circle.

At this moment, the live broadcast room of the local TV station was directly blocked by countless barrages.

"Wow! Do you understand what Song Ci is saying!? I feel that every sentence is like a poem!"

"Although I don't understand it very well, every sentence has a super feeling... There was a sentence just now, which seemed to be called 'Purple Electric Green Cream'? Wow, these four words hit me right away!"

"The sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky. This sentence is absolutely beautiful!"

"Is this article really written by Song Ci? Why don't I believe Nan at all?"

"One thing to say, an article of this quality, even today's literary masters, the president of the Ancient Chinese Association, can't write it!?"

"Damn it! If this article was written by Song Ci, he still uses it in the entertainment industry? Really, if it was written by Song Ci, I will chop it up live!"

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! This is really an article that people of our time can write!?"

On the stage, Song Ci is still chanting.

"Wow! The fortune is not perfect, and the fate is too many. Feng Tang is old, Li Guang is hard to be named. Qu Jiayi is in Changsha, it is not without a holy master; fleeing Liang Hong to Haiqu, is there a lack of time? It depends on the gentleman who sees the opportunity and knows the fate. To be old and strong, and to change the heart of the white head? To be poor and strong, to not fall into the blue sky."

This section is full of names!

Everyone in the audience was more confused than the other.

"This...what the hell is this?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand! What is Feng Tangyi old, Li Guang is difficult to seal?! Are Song Ci citing allusions? But why I can't understand these names at all!"

The shock on Yuan Qing's face was still dissipating, but at this moment, after hearing Song Ci read to this point, a wave of surprise surged out of his heart again.

There are flaws!
This is a big flaw!
If the explanation is not clear later, you will be charged with buying an article!
At this moment, Yuan Sizhi's breathing has become a lot calmer after Song Ci began to use allusions.

He and his father wanted to go together.

He now maintains a very skeptical attitude towards Song Ci's article, where he copied it from, or even who he bought it from.

Because, on such an occasion, facing so many people from cultural circles, they used so many allusions that no one could understand.

This Song Ci is meant to be funny, right? !

"Bo, with a life of three feet, is a scholar. There is no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; with a pen in his arms, he admires the long wind of Zongqi. She puts the hairpin and wat in Bailing, and worships the morning and evening in thousands of miles. Thank you for the precious tree of the family, and meet the neighbors of the Meng family."

Wang Yin's brows were also tightly knit together.

Tang Shi quickly noticed the change in her face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is it because the last paragraph of Song Ci is not well written?"

Wang Yin looked at Song Ci on the stage solemnly, and said slowly: "Did you hear that sentence just now? This article calls itself Bo."

Li Siyu asked in surprise: "What do you mean, why can't I understand?"

Wang Yin lowered his head seriously and said, "In other words, this article was written by a person named Bo!"

"Ah?" Li Siyu immediately covered her mouth, "You mean... is Mr. Song plagiarizing?"

Tang Shi said suspiciously: "No way!"

Tian Xingli touched his chest lightly, smoothing out all the previous shock.

This article, without a doubt, is a great article.

But now, Tian Xingli is not far behind. It is certain that it was not written by Song Ci!

This is definitely someone's article that Song Ci bought!

But unfortunately, the cultural level of this Song Ci is really too low!

He didn't even recognize his own name in other people's articles!

Song Ci finally finished reading this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

The audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.

Song Ci's face was also slightly drunk.

He himself has also been intoxicated by the beauty of this ancient parallel prose.

The applause lasted for more than a minute. Bai Yishan held up the microphone and said excitedly: "It's a great honor tonight, at such a time and place, I, we, everyone present, and all the audience who watched the live broadcast. We are really honored to be able to witness the birth of such a Xiongwen! With Song Ci, there are successors in the literary world of China!"

He bowed deeply to Song Ci.

Song Ci hurried over and stopped his movements.

Tian Xingli stood up and said seriously: "Old Bai, is Song Ci your nephew?"

Bai Yishan gave him a surprised look: "Of course not, why do you say that?"

Tian Xingli snorted heavily: "If not, why are you praising this Song Ci all the time today!? It is true that this article of Song Ci is very neat, and it is catchy to read. But if you listen carefully, it is flashy! There are a lot of things in it, and it looks like a prosperous and good article, but the gorgeous language does not represent the fullness of the content. This kind of article should not be so sought after by you in our literary world!"

Song Ci silently looked at Tian Xingli.

"Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" has been controversial since its birth.

Although it has the name of the first parallel prose in the ages.

But those who don't like it basically think that this article is flashy and uses excessive allusions.

Just as Song Ci was about to speak, Yuan Qing also stood up.

He stared at Song Ci blankly, then slowly stretched out a hand, and asked: "Everyone, this article by Song Ci is more than gorgeous. This should be recognized by everyone, right? But actually, I want to ask you a question... In your article, where do so many allusions come from? General Wang? Bachelor Meng? Jia Yi? Liang Hong? Li Guang? Who are these! I have read books for so many years. I still have some impression of the name, but..."

The surrounding audience also discussed loudly.

"Yeah, the whole article, if you listen to it in a hurry, it really feels beautiful and powerful. But if you think about it carefully, this article can be said to be a piece of shit!"

"Fart! In this article, just the sentence 'The sunset and the solitary bird fly together, the autumn water is the same as the sky' is enough for you to learn for a lifetime!"

"Yeah, who are these people! Damn, is Song Ci fooling us here?"

"Hahaha! I see, Song Ci bought this article, right?!"

Yuan Qing continued to say bitterly: "Besides, in the second half of this article, you read out 'Bo, a scholar, three feet of life'... Haha, what the hell are you doing, don't make a joke, or call out the original author of this article, and let us all see who it is!"

Yuan Sizhi on the side stared at Song Ci intently, with an expression of "Yes, that's it, Song Ci, you kid, hurry up and rush to the street".

Song Ci held the microphone and coughed dryly. He had already predicted the situation at this moment, so he calmly said to everyone: "Everyone, I actually told a few stories in the "Tianxia" program before. I wonder if anyone has watched the program?"

Immediately, someone raised their hand.

"Of course I've read... the story of Lu You and Tang Wan, and that... the story of the Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty! They are all very good stories!"

"I have the impression that Song Ci seems to be in the program, making up a few stories! And the story of Journey to the West!"

"Yes, I am very impressed with the story of the daughter country!"

"Ah? Song Ci, what do you want to explain?!"

Song Ci took two steps on the stage, looked at Tian Xingli, then at Yuan Qing and the others: "If everyone is willing, I think, I will tell you another story, and it will be finished in 10 minutes soon!"

Tian Xingli scolded lightly, and said, "Hehe, tell me, I want to see what you can come up with!"

Yuan Qing sat back in his seat and said lightly: "Hurry up, it's getting late!"

Wang Yin clenched her small fists, and probably had a guess in her heart. Song Ci was going to use stories like Lu You and Tang Wan to explain her article.

"In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, there was a genius Wang Bo. In the first year of Tang Gaozong's Qianfeng, Tang Gaozong opened the imperial examination. Wang Bo, who became famous at a young age, won the first place in one fell swoop. It happened that the Qianyuan Palace was being built in the eastern capital. Wang Bo presented an "Ode to the Qianyuan Palace" to the court. After Gaozong read it, he learned that it was written by Wang Bo, who was not as weak as the crown.

"..."

"In the second year of Shangyuan in the Tang Dynasty, the highest officer in Hongdu, in order to celebrate the completion of the Tengwang Pavilion, held a meeting of guests on September [-]th and asked his son-in-law Wu Zizhang to write a preface to honor his name. Unexpectedly, when he pretended to be modest, Wang Bo took up a pen and wrote it. Thus, a peerless parallel essay was born!"

Song Ci briefly tells about Wang Bo's life experience.

Everyone probably understood.

"No wonder Wang Bo's name appears in the article!"

"So that's it, that's it! This article is equivalent to saying that it is indeed Song Ci that you made up yourself, right?"

"Hahaha! It's interesting. In the future, all of us will write articles, make up some sentences, and use allusions, and write a name casually. But if anyone doubts, then we will explain that we made up the story ourselves! If this is true, then do we all have any need to write articles!?"

Everyone is talking about it, but this story is like a steel needle, as if it wants to pierce Yuan Qing and his son's mind!
They... Tonight, they wanted to do the same thing, but they were exposed by Song's story!

Therefore, Yuan Qing's complexion became extremely ugly.

He and Yuan Sizhi looked at each other, and both father and son saw the embarrassment after being exposed in each other's eyes.

Yuan Sizhi stood up abruptly, and said loudly: "You have told so many stories, but you still can't explain the so many allusions in your article that none of us can understand at all!"

Everyone joined in one after another.

"Yeah! You boy, you can't just tell us such a simple story to get us away!"

"Just admit it honestly, which gunman did you find to write the article for you!"

"Let me tell you Song Ci, we are not fans of moon coupons, you can fool us with any reason! If you don't have the strength, time will prove everything!"

"Yes, everyone, calm down. If this Song Ci is really beyond gold and jade, I don't think it will last for a few months!"

Tang Shi, Li Siyu, Song Hongdou and others never expected that things would develop to the present situation at all.

A deep worry flashed in everyone's eyes, but they didn't know what to do.

Li Weicai and his team are also a little confused at the moment.

Speaking from the bottom of his own heart, he firmly believes in Song Ci.

After all, he has been in contact with Song Ci for so long, and he probably knows how Song Ci created those songs.

It is impossible to find the gunman!

And a shooter, if he can really write articles of this quality, what kind of shooter is he?

The people in front of them seemed to be excited at the moment.

But it's just exporting your emotions.

It can even be said to be a kind of jealousy for Song Ci.

Because Song Ci's article is really well written.

It made it hard for everyone at the scene to accept that there was a singer who could be so much better than himself.

After trying to understand the reason here, Li Weicai became much calmer.

At the same time, he also saw Song Ci's relaxed expression on the stage, and he probably knew that Song Ci had confidence in his heart.

Song Ci continued: "This is what I want to tell you next. In fact, I have been wanting to write a historical novel for so many years. This story will last for thousands of years. In the story, there will be countless civil servants, military generals, poets and poets... And the names of these people I mentioned in today's "Tengwang Pavilion Preface" can be understood as a preview. These people are all characters in my novels that will appear in turn in the future!"

Hearing what Song Ci said, everyone at the scene suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

"Wow grass! I understand, you kid has been paving the way for your novel since the story of Lu You and Tang Wan!?"

"Which dynasty did Lu You come from? Is it the Song Dynasty? Journey to the West is from the Tang Dynasty, and this Wang Bo is also from the Tang Dynasty! My mother, what kind of plane is this kid Song Ci doing?"

"There is something. When you said that, I really suddenly realized it. It felt like I was enlightened!"

"You write a story that lasts for thousands of years by yourself? You kid, aren't you here to be funny?"

"Brother, you... have a big picture, but I think it can't be done by human power!"

"Wow grass! Niubi! Don't say anything else, can you tell all the stories of the entire Song Dynasty first? When I read Lu You's chapters before, I kept imagining what the situation would be like for the ruling and opposition parties of that dynasty!"

Yuan Sizhi was immediately blocked by this explanation of Song Ci.

I have to say that Song Ci's explanation is very reasonable.

For a while, he didn't know how to refute at all!
Yuan Qing glanced at his son and shook his head slightly.

He knew that the limelight of today's poetry conference would be eaten up by Song Ci.

If nothing else happens, Song Ci's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" will become the subject of discussion and research for a long time to come.

But being fooled by Song Ci's explanation like this, Yuan Qing still felt a little reconciled in his heart, so he stared at Song Ci and said seriously:

"The old man agrees with your explanation. In the days to come, as long as I have not been buried, I will keep watching you. I want to see if you can write this so-called novel!"

Song Ci nodded: "Teacher Yuan, don't worry, the outline of the story is in my heart. It only takes time to write it out!"

Tian Xingli looked Song Ci up and down.

To be honest, he didn't believe Song Ci's explanation, nor was he convinced.

But after all, I am a bigwig in the local cultural circle of Huaguo. At this moment, Song Ci has given a reasonable explanation. If he is forced to spray him, it will be out of style.

So Tian Xingli also opened his mouth and said: "The old man reluctantly accepts your explanation, but I, like Lao Yuan, will carefully supervise you in the future, so you can do it yourself!"

In Bai Yishan's cloudy old eyes, there was strong excitement and anticipation: "Okay, boy Song, I thought that I would have a few days to live, but now with your words, I will live another 20 years until I finish reading your story!"

Zhang Dongsen stretched out his hand, shook hands with Song Ci, and said, "I want you to apologize, I'm sorry. Before, I was the one who got it right! I hope that in the days to come, you can continue to shine on our poetry stage! As for ancient prose, just write whatever you want. Your right way is still above poetry!"

Zhang Dongsen's words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of nearly one-third of the people present.

"Fart! Ancient prose is the orthodoxy of my Huaguo culture! Poems and songs are nothing but trivia!"

"Old Zhang is right! Song Ci, you must write more poems! As for Ci, you don't seem to have written poems, have you? Then I suggest not to write poems!"

"Song Ci, with your talents, long and short sentences are your ultimate affiliation! Other quatrains of verses are too restrictive for you!"

With Zhang Dongsen's words, the three factions of ancient prose, ancient poetry, and ancient words in the audience were about to fight.

Song Ci hurriedly raised the microphone and said to everyone: "Actually, my novel has been published on Huaxia Novel Online, called "Two Songs". If you are interested, you can actually take a look!"

"Wow! You kid, you actually published it on the Internet secretly, right?"

"Two Songs?! Is this the Song Dynasty where Lu You was?"

"Haha! I'll watch it when I get back tonight!"

"Is it good-looking? If it's not good-looking, I won't pay for it!"

"You kid, play big chess for us here!"

"Teacher, tell me, how long have you been thinking about this story?"

The audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked by Song Ci's words.

"Brothers, I thought what Song Ci said just now was an excuse, but I searched on the Huaxia Novel Network, and there is actually a book "Two Songs Fengyun"! Moreover, it has already serialized more than 7 characters!"

"Song Ci, you brat, what an awesome pen!"

"Now, I believe what he just said even more!"

"Hahaha! Song Ci's book is basically no one cares about it, it's so miserable! Hahaha! Brothers, go and vote for Song Ci! Haha, oops, I really laughed to death!"

"It turns out that Song Ci is a deadbeat! (Manual funny)"

Song Ci came back from the stage, and everyone greeted him with astonished and shocked expressions.

Shen Xi raised her thumb and shouted at Song Ci: "Song Ci, you are my father!"

Song Ci had a frightened expression: "You boy, don't shout nonsense, don't Boss Shen block me by then!"

Shen Xi's father is the boss of a listed company with a market value of hundreds of billions.

Li Siyu said with starry eyes: "Brother, you are amazing! Xiao Yu likes it so much!"

Song Ci: "Calm down!"

Song Hongdou said: "It's cool to be in the limelight this time!"

Song Ci: "So-so!"

Tang Shi said: "Oh, you are talented, but you are different!"

Gu Jinghong said: "In the past few years, have you been sealed by some monsters and goblins?"

Song Ci: "Isn't this because our program has been unsealed!"

Wang Yin covered his mouth and smiled, "Didn't that release a big devil?"

Tang Shi frowned: "After that, our internal entertainment will be miserable!"

Song Ci said: "Our recording today should end here, right?!"

Li Weicai said: "Yes, let's go back and rest!"

But at this moment, after the entire poetry conference has this article of Song Ci as the end, everyone is ready to leave.

A staff member of the organizing committee quietly came to the side of Yuan Qing and his son, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Yuan, do you still want to give a speech? If not, then our conference will officially end here!"

Yuan Sizhi glared at the staff member fiercely, and said, "What kind of speech is it, what a shit speech! I haven't seen the article written by Song Ci, it's so awesome!"

Yuan Qing patted Yuan Sizhi's shoulder and said, "Tonight's incident...he was indeed an accident. But it doesn't matter, our days are still long."

Yuan Sizhi looked at Song Ci and others who were slowly leaving the room surrounded by them, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

At this time, Song Ci's "Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng" by Song Ci tonight has already been posted on the Internet, setting off a craze!

First of all, there is a forum for ancient Chinese prose, and the words of Tengwang Pavilion's preface directly swiped the screen!
"Everyone, this is the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" that I wrote after watching the live broadcast three or four times. Please help me to see if it is correct!"

"Wo Cao! This one upstairs is really Master Konger! But I guess the names of those people must have been spelled incorrectly. We won't know until Song Ci releases the original text!"

"One thing to say, this article is amazing! Even the characters in it are all compiled by Song Ci himself, but this article alone is enough! Even a person who only went to elementary school, I think, when he reads this article, he will feel the top-level talent that is almost overflowing in this article!"

"I especially like the phrase 'It's always a guest from another land'!"

"I especially like the line 'The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky'!"

"I'm different, I like every sentence!"

Chinese Ancient Poetry Forum.

"What a mess! Brothers, Song Ci now, instead of writing poetry, went to write ancient prose!"

"what's the situation!?"

"Didn't you watch the live broadcast? Song Ci went crazy in front of a few big shots in the circle!"

"My mother! Brothers can't do it, with the talent of Song Ci, we have to lock him in our poetry circle!"

Even after more than an hour, related entries were among the top ten most searched on Weibo.

Many people rushed to Song Ci's Weibo, wanting Song Ci to release the original text of "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

Song Ci arrived at the place where he lived, and after washing up, he saw everyone's messages, so he posted the full text of the memo he had written a long time ago on Weibo.

In less than 10 minutes, this Weibo received more than [-] likes and retweets.

And in the comment area, you can see many people from cultural circles.

Bai Yishan reposted: "Such an article is truly a masterpiece!"

Tian Xingli reposted: "Although it is full of rhetoric, it is still a good article. Students can read it!"

Zhang Dongsen retweeted: "This is the first time I've retweeted an entertainer's Weibo. I hope it's not the last! Song Ci's parallel essay has a great rhythm. It can be said that it is worth reading for our contemporary literature students!"

There are also nearly a hundred poetry associations and ancient prose associations from all over the country, large and small, all with the blue V certification, and they have rushed to Song Ci's Weibo.

It makes passers-by look at it at a glance, and it is so prosperous.

At this time.

Wang Yin sent a message in the group chat.

"Ahhhhh! @宋歌, my brother, you actually posted the original text! I really can't sleep tonight, I have to copy the original text first!!"

Shen Xi said: "Sister, there are so many words, you can copy them tomorrow! Otherwise, you won't have the energy to code tomorrow, you know!"

Song Ci said: "Yes, go to bed early!"

Wang Yin: "Whoa, whoa, okay! Listen to Teacher Song!"

Li Siyu's private chat also came over: "Brother, I was really worried to death today, but fortunately your talent is enough to shine on everyone! I see that the presidents of those poetry associations are all stunned by you!"

Song Ci said: "As long as you have a sweet mouth, go to bed early!"

Li Siyu said: "By the way, I wrote 'In the past, I'm gone, Yangliu Yiyi. Now I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing', and I wrote it on my Weibo signature!"

Song Ci: "..."

late at night.

At this moment, in Shangjing City, in an antique house.

Gu Xingchen of the Huaguo Ancient Chinese Association sat under the desk lamp and looked at the computer seriously.

And the content on the screen is "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".

He had received the news that Song Ci had written such a Xiong essay half an hour ago.

Originally, he was going to sleep, after all, he was getting older, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and read Song Ci's article seriously.

Then, he put down his presbyopic glasses and sighed: "Young people are awesome! Really young people are awesome!"

He opened a group chat, which was full of famous people in the ancient cultural circle of Huaguo.

The more than 100 people in the group have been discussing this article intensely.

He said: "It's been a long time since there was an article like this in our ancient prose circle. @田店礼@元青, you two old people should not be in our ancient prose circle and point fingers, okay? If Song Ci doesn't write ancient prose in the future, I'm just asking you!"

Tian Xingli hurriedly came out and said with a smile: "Old Gu, I'm doing it for Song Ci's sake. He is still young, and he will definitely face countless doubts in his future growth! And he must be surrounded by countless doubts before he can grow up!"

Yuan Qing quickly replied: "Mr. Gu, I still reserve my opinion. Whether Song Ci is a dragon or a worm, I think, let time prove everything!"

The next day.

Song Ci woke up early.

The others also got up one after another.

Today, everyone's main task is to rehearse the music.

This time Song Ci first needs to sing a song "Lovesickness" in Song Hongdou's new album with Song Hongdou.

Song Ci looked at a white long-sleeved Song Hongdou with a smile and said, "Mr. Hongdou, have you completed your task?"

Song Hongdou was taken aback: "What task?"

Song Ci said: "You lost your memory, right? The mission I gave to my angel is to cook me a dish!"

Song Hongdou rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, I see, I'll make it for you at noon later! Really!"

Song Ci is also preparing to sing a new song this time.

Li Siyu came up and asked, "Brother, what are you going to sing this time?"

Song Ci showed a mysterious smile: "The title of the song is decent!"

Li Siyu frowned, and said: "Decent... This reputation feels a bit tacky! But I believe that the songs you write must not be tacky!"

In the morning, everyone first rehearsed for two hours.

However, when Song Ci started cooking, Li Weicai stood up and said, "We have received the latest news. Three days later, the delivery guy is going to get married!"

Li Weicai's words shocked everyone like a bomb.

Li Siyu: "The delivery guy is getting married? Is that the delivery guy who appeared on our show?"

Song Ci: "Is the marriage partner Yu Yu?"

Tang Shi: "This is too fast, how long ago was the last time we recorded a program!"

Gu Jinghong: "It's interesting!"

Song Hongdou: "What do you mean, are we going to their wedding?"

Li Weicai said with a smile: "We have communicated with the delivery guy, but we didn't tell Yu Yu. When the time comes, let's go to participate! Let's see which teacher has a schedule!"

Gu Jinghong smiled and said, "I have to work overtime again, right? Haha, let's go to Song Ci, do you have any free time? I'm going to Paris after recording the show, I really don't have time!"

Song Ci nodded: "Yes, I have time."

Li Siyu showed a very regrettable expression: "I have an announcement, I can't go to participate, what a pity!"

Tang Shi raised her hand: "I can go!"

So it was finally settled, Song Ci and Tang Shi went to attend my brother's wedding.

After the episode ended, Song Hongdou asked Song Ci to help her cut the shredded potatoes.

"You cook for me, and I have to cut the vegetables for you, right?" Song Ci complained.

Song Hongdou pursed her lips and smiled: "I can't cut it well! I'll fry a hot and sour potato shreds later, it's delicious!"

Song Ci said: "One thing to say, I don't really believe in your cooking skills."

Song Hongdou: "Just watch it'"

Half an hour later, everyone gathered around the table, looking at the plate of dark potato shreds in the middle.

Song Hongdou was very embarrassed, but Song Ci wanted to put her dish in the middle of the dining table for everyone to admire.

"Everyone, this is the poison carefully prepared by Hongdou sister, everyone, don't waste it!" Song Ci said.

The crowd burst into laughter.

But judging by the appearance, it is true that no one wants to eat it.

Song Hongdou stuck out her tongue, and while Song Ci wasn't paying attention, she quickly brought the plate of dark dishes into the kitchen.

In the afternoon, everyone continued to rehearse.

Judging from the rehearsal place, there is not much space, so Song Ci's new songs have been heard by everyone.

The complexions of the girls were a bit ugly.

(End of this chapter)