Shock!
Unprecedented shock!
Such an ancient parallel prose, under the recitation of Song Ci, made everyone's blood surge!
Yuan Qing's face was livid, and his hand pressing on the back of the chair was trembling slightly.
He knew that it would be impossible to give his son a face tonight.
Under this article of Song Ci, everything will be rendered as dust.
Yuan Sizhi stared at Song Ci. He was speechless. He just thought how could there be such an article in this world!
Tian Xingli gasped for air. The strong shock made it difficult for him to breathe.
Zhang Dongsen stood up directly, his eyes trembling.
But then he realized that he was blocking the person behind him, his legs went weak, and he slumped on the chair again.
Bai Yishan showed ecstasy.
Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, Song Ci could actually write a masterpiece!
Although I could only understand half a dozen words about such an article at the moment, its powerful charm of the text itself had made Bai Yishan extremely excited.
Needless to say, Wang Yin, her whole body was trembling now, and countless emotions, shock, ecstasy, doubt and even fear, all surged up and down her body.
There are more than a thousand poetry and ancient culture enthusiasts here. Facing such an article, no one can't feel the amazing genius gushing out of it.
Li Weicai looked at the changes in the expressions of everyone here with great surprise.
As a person with ordinary literary literacy, he can probably understand that when the Song lyrics are read in this article, they are extremely catchy.
Not talking about the content, but just the level of fluency, the quality of this article should be good.
But why did everyone look like they had seen something terrible?
Could it be said that Song Ci wrote an extremely wonderful article?
Is the quality of this article better than the one that just participated in the finals?
Li Weicai reacted quickly and directed a few photographers to quickly take pictures of the expressions of everyone here, especially the big guys in the poetry circle who were sitting in the first row.
The live broadcast room of the local local TV station was blocked by countless barrage at this moment.
"Wocao!! Do you understand what Song Ci is saying!? I feel that every sentence is poetic and picturesque!"
"Although I don't understand it very well, every sentence is very touching... There was a sentence just now that seemed to be called 'Purple Lightning Blue Frost'? Wow, these four words hit me right away!"
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water forms 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 is that even today's literary masters and the president of the Classical Literature Association cannot write an article of this quality!?"
"Damn it! If this article was written by Song Ci, why would he still be involved in the entertainment industry? Really, if it was written by Song Ci, I would chop it up live!"
"It's unbelievable, unbelievable! Is this really an article that people of our time can write!?"
On the stage, Song lyrics were still being recited.
"Sigh! The fortunes are not good, and the fate is misfortune. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha, it is not without a holy master; Liang Hong in Haiqu, there is no lack of bright time? It depends on the gentleman to see the opportunity and the master to know the destiny. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart. When you are poor and strong, you would rather not fall into the clouds."
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! Why is Feng Tang Yi Lao and Li Guang difficult to seal?! Is Song Ci citing allusions? But why are these names, I can't understand them 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 came out of his heart again.
There is a flaw!
This is a big flaw!
If the explanation is not clear later, I will deduct someone from buying the article!
At this moment, Yuan Sizhi's breathing became much calmer after he began to use allusions in Song poetry.
He and his father thought of going together.
He now maintains a very skeptical attitude as to where he copied the article "Song Ci" from, or who he even bought it from.
Because, on such an occasion, facing people from so many cultural circles, he actually used so many idioms that no one understood.
Is this Song poem meant to be funny? !
"Bo, with a tiny life of three feet, is a scholar. He has no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; if he has a heart, he throws a pen, and admires the long wind of his ancestors. He gave up his hairpin and wat when he was a hundred years old, and kept it for thousands of miles in the morning and dusk. It is not the treasure tree of Xie's family, Take on the Meng family."
Wang Yin's brows were also tightly knitted together.
Tang Shi quickly noticed the change in her expression and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is the last paragraph of Song Ci written poorly?"
Wang Yin looked at Song Ci on the stage solemnly, and said slowly: "Did you hear what I said just now? In this article, I call myself 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 his mouth, "You mean... Teacher Song is plagiarizing?"
Tang Shi said suspiciously: "No way!"
Tian Xingli touched his chest slightly, smoothing away all the shock.
This article is, without a doubt, a very powerful article.
But now, it is certain that Tian Xingli was not written by Song Ci!
This is definitely someone’s article that Song Ci bought!
However, the cultural level of this Song poem is really too low!
I didn’t even recognize my name in other people’s articles!
Song Ci finally finished reading the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion".
The audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.
Song Ci's face also looked slightly tipsy.
He himself was already immersed in the beauty of this ancient parallel prose.
The applause from the audience lasted for more than a minute. Bai Yishan held up the microphone and said excitedly: "It's an honor that tonight, at such a time and place, I, we, everyone present, watched all the live broadcasts. Audiences, we are really honored to be here to witness the birth of such a Xiong article! With Song Ci, there are successors in the Chinese literary world!"
He bowed deeply to Song Ci.
Song Ci quickly ran over and stopped his movements.
Tian Xingli stood up and said seriously: "Old Bai, is Song Ci your nephew?"
Bai Yishan glanced at him in surprise: "Of course not, why did you say that?"
Tian Xingli snorted heavily: "If not, why have you been praising this Song Ci today!? This article of Song Ci is indeed very neat and catchy when read. But if you listen carefully, , but it is flashy! I put a lot of it together, and it looks like a prosperous and good article, but the gorgeous language does not represent the enrichment of the content. This kind of article should not be as popular as you in our literary world. So popular!”
Song Ci looked at Tian Xingli silently.
"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" has been controversial since its birth.
Although it has the reputation of being the first parallel prose throughout the ages.
But those who don’t like it basically think this article is flashy and uses excessive references.
Just as Song Ci was about to speak, Yuan Qing also stood up.
He stared at Song Ci expressionlessly, then slowly stretched out a hand and asked: "Everyone, Song Ci's article is more than gorgeous. This should be recognized by everyone, right? But actually, I want to ask Song Ci Just tell me... Where do so many allusions to people's names in your article come from? General Wang? Bachelor Meng? Jia Yi? Liang Hong? Li Guang? Who are these! I have read books for so many years, Not to mention being well-read, at least I still have some impressions of the names of people who have appeared in the history of China for thousands of years, but..."
The surrounding audience also started talking loudly.
"Yes, the whole article sounds beautiful and powerful in a hurry. But if you think about it carefully, this article is completely nonsense!"
"Fart! This article, just one sentence, 'The sunset and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water and the sky are one color', is enough for you to study for a lifetime!"
"Yes, who are these people! Damn it, is Song Ci deceiving us here?"
"Hahaha! I understand, Song Ci bought this article, right?!"
Yuan Qing continued to say murderously: "Moreover, in the second half of this article, you read out 'Bo, a scholar, three feet of tiny life'... Haha, what on earth are you doing? Don't come out and make trouble." It’s a joke, or you can call out the original author of this article and let us all find out who it is!”
Yuan Sizhi on the side stared at Song Ci with an expression like "Yes, that's it. Song Ci, you boy, hurry up and rush to the street."
Song Ci held the microphone and coughed dryly. He had already predicted the scene at this moment, so he calmly said to everyone: "Everyone, I actually told a few stories in the "World" program before. I don't know. Has anyone seen the show?”
Someone in the audience immediately raised their hands.
"Of course I have read it...there are stories about Lu You and Tang Wan, and that...that story about the Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty! They are all very good stories!"
"I have the impression that Song Ci actually made up several stories in the program! And the story of Journey to the West!"
"Yes, I am very impressed by the story of the daughter country!"
"Ah? What does Song Ci want to explain with these words?!"
Song Ci took two steps on the stage, looked at Tian Xingli, and then at Yuan Qing and others: "If you are willing, I would like to tell you another story. It will be finished in ten minutes! "
Tian Xingli scolded lightly and said: "Haha, tell me, I want to see what kind of flowers you can come up with!"
Yuan Qing sat back in his seat and said calmly: "Hurry up, it's getting late!"
Wang Yin clenched his fists, probably guessing that Song Ci was going to explain his article with a story like Lu You and Tang Wan.
"In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, a genius Wang Bo emerged. In the first year of the Qianfeng reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty held the imperial examination. Wang Bo, who became famous at a young age, passed the exam in one fell swoop. When the Qianyuan Palace was built in the Eastern Capital, Wang Bo submitted an article "Qian Yuan" to the court. "Ode to the Palace of the Yuan Dynasty". After reading it, Emperor Gaozong learned that it was written by Wang Bo, who was not as good as the weak crown, so he shouted, 'Wizard, wizard, I am the genius of the Tang Dynasty'!"
"..."
"In the second year of the Tang Dynasty, the highest official of Hongdu, in order to celebrate the completion of the Tengwang Pavilion, gathered guests on September 9 and asked his son-in-law Wu Zizhang to write a preface to honor his name. Unexpectedly, while pretending to be humble, Wang Bo took up the pen and wrote it. So, A masterpiece of parallel prose was born!"
Song Ci briefly tells Wang Bo's life experience.
Everyone probably understood what he was saying.
"No wonder Wang Bo's name appears in the article!"
"I see, that's it! This article is tantamount to saying that it was indeed Song Ci that you compiled yourself, right?"
"Hahaha! It's interesting. From now on, when we all write articles, we will randomly make up some sentences. If we use allusions, we will also write down a person's name casually. If anyone doubts it, then we will explain that we made it up ourselves. Just a story! If this is really the case, then why do all of us need to write articles!?"
Everyone was talking about it, but this story was like steel needles, trying to pierce the minds of Yuan Qing and his son!
They... wanted to do the same thing tonight, but Song's story exposed it!
Therefore, Yuan Qing's face became extremely ugly.
He and Yuan Sizhi looked at each other, and both father and son saw a hint of shame after being exposed in each other's eyes.
Yuan Sizhi stood up suddenly and said loudly: "You have told so many stories, but you still can't explain so many allusions in your article that none of us understand at all!"
Everyone agreed.
"Yes! You kid, you can't just put us off with such a simple story!"
"Just admit it honestly, which gunman did you find to help you write the article?"
"Let me tell you Song Ci, we are not crazy fans of moon coupons. You can fool us with any reason! If you don't have the strength, time will prove everything!"
"Yes, everyone, please calm down. If this Song poem is really good, I don't think it can last for a few months!"
Tang Shi, Li Siyu, Song Hongdou and others had no idea that things would develop to this point.
Everyone's eyes flashed with deep worry, but they didn't know what to do.
Li Weicai and his team are also a little confused at the moment.
Speaking from the depths of his heart, he firmly believed in Song Ci.
After all, he had been in contact with Song Ci for so long, and he probably saw how Song Ci created those songs.
It's impossible to find a gunman!
And if a gunman can really write articles of this quality, what kind of gunman would he be?
Although the people in front of them seemed to be excited at the moment.
But it’s just exporting your own emotions.
It can even be said to be a kind of jealousy of Song Ci.
Because this article written by Song Ci is so well written.
This made everyone at the scene find it difficult to accept that a singer could actually be so much better than themselves.
After understanding the truth 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 was confident.
Song Ci continued: "This is what I want to tell you next. In fact, I have always wanted to write a history over the years. This story will last for thousands of years. In the story, There will be countless civil servants, military generals, poets and poets appearing... And the names of these people I mentioned in today's article "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" can actually be understood as a preview. These people are all in the Among my characters, there will be characters who will appear in turn in the future!"
Hearing what Song Ci said, everyone at the scene suddenly showed expressions of realization.
"Wocao! I understand, you have been laying the groundwork for us since the story of Lu You and Tang Wan, right!?"
"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! Damn it, what is this guy Song Ci doing?"
"There's something. When you said that, I really suddenly understood it. It felt like I was enlightened!"
"Are you alone, writing a story that lasts for thousands of years? You kid, aren't you here to make fun of me?"
"Brother, your... plans are very big, but I don't think they can be achieved by human power!"
"Wocao! Niubi! If nothing else, can you tell the entire story of the Song Dynasty first? When I read Lu You's chapter before, I have been imagining what the ruling and opposition parties in that dynasty would be like. situation!"
Yuan Siyi was immediately blocked by Song Ci's explanation.
I have to say that this explanation of Song Ci is very reasonable.
For a moment, he didn't know how to refute it!
Yuan Qing glanced at his son and shook his head slightly.
He knew that all the limelight of the poetry conference here today would be taken away by this boy Song Ci.
If nothing else happens, this Song poem "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" will become the subject of discussion and research for a long time to come.
But being fooled by Song Ci's explanation, Yuan Qing still felt a little bit unwilling in his heart, so he stared at Song Ci and said seriously:
"I tentatively agree with your explanation. In the days to come, as long as I am not buried, I will keep an eye on you. I want to see if you can write this so-called thing!"
Song Ci nodded: "Teacher Yuan, please rest assured, the outline of the story is already in my heart. I just need time to write it out!"
Tian Xingli looked Song Ci up and down.
To be honest, he didn't believe Song Ci's explanation, and he wasn't convinced either.
But after all, he is a big-shot figure in the local cultural circle of China. At this moment, Song Ci gave a reasonable explanation. It would be really disrespectful to criticize him forcefully.
So Tian Xingli also spoke: "I reluctantly accept your explanation, but like Lao Yuan, I will supervise you seriously in the future, so you can take care of yourself!"
There was strong excitement and expectation in Bai Yishan's cloudy old eyes: "Okay, Mr. Song, I originally thought I could live in just a few days, but now with your words, I will have to live longer." Twenty years until I finish reading your story!"
Zhang Dongsen stretched out his hand, shook Song Ci, and then said: "I want you to apologize. I'm sorry. I was the one who made the first impression before! I hope that in the days to come, you can continue to shine on our poetry stage." Fever! Just write casually about ancient prose. Your right path is still poetry!"
Zhang Dongsen's words immediately aroused dissatisfaction among nearly one-third of the people present.
"Fart! Ancient Chinese literature is the orthodoxy of our Chinese culture! Poems, songs and rhymes are just trivial matters!"
"Lao Zhang said it well! You must write more poems about Song poetry! As for poetry, you seem to have never written it, right? Then I suggest you don't write it!"
"Song lyrics, with your talent, long and short sentences, are your ultimate destination! Other verses and quatrains are too restrictive for you!"
After Zhang Dongsen's words, the three schools of ancient Chinese prose, ancient poetry, and ancient poetry in the audience almost started to fight.
Song Ci quickly raised the microphone and said to everyone: "Actually, mine has been published in Huaxia. It's called "Two Song Dynasties". If you are interested, you can actually take a look!"
"Wow! You kid, you actually secretly published it online, right?"
"Two Song Dynasties?! Is this the Song Dynasty that Lu You was in?"
"Haha! I'll watch it when I get back tonight!"
"Does it look good? If it doesn't look good, I won't pay for it!"
"You kid, are you going to 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 originally thought that Song Ci's words just now were just an excuse, but I searched on Huaxia and found that the book "The Storm of Two Song Dynasties" really exists! Moreover, it has been serialized with more than 70,000 words!"
"This guy Song Ci is so awesome!"
"Now, I believe what he just said even more!"
"Hahaha! Basically no one cares about Song Ci's book. It's so miserable! Hahaha! Brothers, go and vote for Song Ci! Haha, oh my, it really made me laugh to death!"
"It turns out that Song Ci is a deadbeat! (Manual funny)"
Song Ci walked back from the stage, and what greeted him was everyone's expressions of surprise and shock.
Shen Xi raised her thumb and shouted at Song Ci: "Song Ci, you are my father!"
Song Ci looked frightened: "You kid, don't yell nonsense, or Mr. Shen will ban me when the time comes!"
Shen Xi's father is the CEO of a listed company with a market value of hundreds of billions.
Li Siyu said with starry eyes: "Brother, you are great! Xiaoyu likes it so much!"
Song lyrics: "Calm down!"
Song Hongdou said: "It's great to be in the limelight this time!"
Song lyrics: "Just so so!"
Tang Shi said: "Oh, it's different if you have talent!"
Gu Jinghong said: "Have you been sealed by some demons and monsters in the past few years?"
Song Ci: "Isn't this just because the seal was lifted on our show!"
Wang Yin covered his mouth and smiled: "Wouldn't that mean that a big demon king was released?"
Tang Shi’s eyebrows were crooked: “Then our internal entertainment will be miserable from now on!”
Song Ci said: "Our recording for today should end here, right?!"
Li Weicai said: "Yes, let's go back and rest!"
At this moment, after the entire poetry conference ended with this article from Song Ci, everyone was ready to disperse.
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 go on stage 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 this? It's a bullshit speech! I haven't seen his article on Song Ci. He wrote it very well!"
Yuan Qing patted Yuan Sizhi on the shoulder and said: "What happened tonight... was indeed an accident. But it doesn't matter, our days are still long."
Yuan Sizhi looked at Song Ci and others slowly leaving the place, his eyes flickering, wondering what he was thinking about.
At this time, tonight's song "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" from Song Dynasty has become a craze on the Internet!
First of all, on the Chinese Ancient Prose Forum, the words "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" immediately hit the screen!
"Everyone, this is the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" that I wrote after watching the live broadcast three or four times. Please help me check if it is correct!"
"Wo Cao! This guy upstairs is really Master Kong'er! But I guess the names of those people must be wrong. We won't know until the original text of Song Ci is released!"
"I have one thing to say, this article is so awesome! Even the characters in it were all compiled by Song Ci himself, but this article itself is enough! Even as a person who only went to elementary school, I I feel that when he reads this article, he will also feel the top-notch talent that almost overflows from this article!"
"I particularly like the phrase 'meeting by chance is like a stranger in a foreign land'!"
"I particularly like the line 'The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same colour'!"
"I'm different, I like every word!"
Chinese Ancient Poetry Forum.
"Wocao! Brothers, instead of writing poems in Song Dynasty, you are going to write ancient prose!"
"what's the situation!?"
"Didn't you watch the live broadcast? Song Ci went crazy in front of several big guys in the industry!"
"What the hell! Brothers can't do that. With Song's talent, we have to lock him in our poetry circle!"
Even more than an hour later, related entries entered the top ten hot searches on Weibo.
Many people rushed to Song Ci's Weibo and wanted Song Ci to release the original text of "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion".
When Song Ci arrived at his place of residence, after washing up, he saw everyone's messages, so he posted the full text of the memo that he had already written on Weibo.
This Weibo post received over 100,000 likes and retweets in less than ten minutes.
And in the comment area, you can see many people from cultural circles.
Bai Yishan forwarded: "This article is truly a masterpiece!"
Tian Xingli forwarded: "Although it is full of rhetoric, it is still a good article. Students can read it!"
Zhang Dongsen forwarded: "This is the first time I have forwarded a domestic entertainment artist's Weibo. I hope this is not the last time! This parallel prose of Song Dynasty has such a good rhythm. It can be said that it is suitable for our contemporary literature majors. , are articles worth reading!”
There are also nearly a hundred poetry associations and ancient prose associations across the country, large and small, all with Blue V certification, and they have all gone to Song Ci’s Weibo.
At a glance, passers-by saw that it was so prosperous.
At this time.
Wang Yin sent a message in the group chat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! @松词, my brother, you actually posted the original text! I really can't sleep tonight, I want to copy the original text first!!"
Shen Xi said: "Sister, there are so many words, you should copy them tomorrow! Otherwise you won't have the energy to type tomorrow, you know?"
Song Ci said: "Yes, go to bed early!"
Wang Yin: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, okay! Listen to Teacher Song!"
Li Siyu's private chat also came over: "Brother, you are really worried about me today. Fortunately, your talent is enough to shine on everyone! I see that the presidents of the poetry associations are all stunned by you!"
Song Ci said: "You have a sweet mouth, go to rest early!"
Li Siyu said: "By the way, I wrote 'In the past I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling' on my Weibo signature!"
Song lyrics: "..."
Late at night.
At this moment, in Shangjing City, in an antique mansion.
Gu Xingchen from the Chinese Ancient Literature Association sat under the desk lamp and looked at the computer seriously.
The content on the screen is "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion".
He received the news that Song Ci had written such an article about Xiong half an hour ago.
Originally, he was ready to go to bed. After all, he was getting older, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and read the article "Song Ci" seriously.
Then, he put down his reading glasses and sighed: "The next generation is to be feared! The next generation is really to be feared!"
He opened a group chat, which was full of prominent figures in the ancient Chinese culture circle.
More than a hundred people in the group have been discussing this article intensely for a long time.
He said: "In our ancient prose circle, we haven't seen an article like this for a long time. @天行利 @元青, you two old guys shouldn't be in our ancient prose circle and point fingers, okay? If after Song Ci, If you don’t write ancient prose anymore, I’ll take advantage of you!”
Tian Xingli hurriedly came out to apologize and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, I am doing this for Song Ci's good. He is still young. He will definitely face countless doubts in his future growth! And he must also face countless doubts. Only within it can we grow!”
Yuan Qing quickly replied: "Mr. Gu, I still reserve my opinion. Is Song Ci a dragon or a worm? I think it's better to leave it to time to prove everything!"
The next day.
Song Ci got up early.
Others also got up one after another.
Today, everyone's main task is to rehearse music.
This time Song Ci first needs to sing a song "Lovesickness" from Song Hongdou's new album with Song Hongdou.
Song Ci looked at Song Hongdou, who was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, and said with a smile, "Teacher Hongdou, have you completed your mission?"
Song Hongdou was stunned: "What mission?"
Song Ci said: "You have lost your memory, right? The task I gave my angel is to cook me a dish!"
Song Hongdou rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, I know, I'll make it for you at noon! It's true!"
Song Ci is also planning to sing a new song this time.
Li Siyu came up and asked, "Brother, what are you planning to sing this time?"
Song Ci showed a mysterious smile: "The song is called Decent!"
Li Siyu frowned and said: "Decent...this reputation feels a bit tacky! But I believe that the songs you write are definitely not tacky!"
Everyone rehearsed for two hours in the morning.
However, when Song Ci started cooking, Li Weicai stood up and said, "We have received the latest news. In three days, the delivery boy is going to get married!"
Li Weicai's words were like a bomb, shocking everyone.
Li Siyu: "The delivery boy is getting married? Is he the delivery boy who appears in our show?"
Song lyrics: "Is your marriage partner Yu Yu?"
Tang Shi: "This is too soon. 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 attend their wedding?"
Li Weicai said with a smile: "We have communicated with the delivery boy and did not tell Yu Yu. When the time comes, we will participate! Let's see which teacher has a schedule!"
Gu Jinghong smiled and said: "You have to work overtime again, right? Haha, let's go to Song Ci. Do you have any time? I'm going to Paris after recording the show, and I really don't have time!"
Song Ci nodded: "Yes, I have time."
Li Siyu showed a very pityful expression: "I have an announcement and I can't attend. What a pity!"
Tang Shi raised his hand: "I can go!"
So it was finally decided that Song Ci and Tang Shi would attend the younger brother's wedding.
After this little episode ended, Song Hongdou asked Song Ci to help her shred potatoes.
"You cook for me, and I also 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 some hot and sour potato shreds later, I guarantee they'll be delicious!"
Song Ci said: "Let me tell you, I don't really believe in your cooking skills."
Song Hongdou: "Just wait and see.'"
More than half an hour later, everyone gathered around the table and looked at the plate of dark shredded potatoes in the middle.
Song Hongdou was very embarrassed, but Song Ci insisted on putting her plate in the middle of the dining table for everyone to admire.
"Everyone, this is the poison that Sister Hongdou carefully prepared for us. Don't waste it!" Song Ci said.
Everyone burst out laughing.
But judging from the appearance of this dish, no one would want to eat it.
Song Hongdou stuck out her tongue, and while Song Ci wasn't paying attention, she quickly brought the plate of dark food into the kitchen.
In the afternoon, everyone continued to rehearse.
The rehearsal space was not very large, so Song Ci’s new songs were heard by everyone.
The faces of several women were a bit ugly.
(End of chapter)
