Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 491 The Sound of Nature (20)

As time passed, the recording of the program gradually came to an end, and Qingzhou's talent show schedule for the last few days was also scheduled.

The original plan of the program group was to arrange a heart-warming heart-to-heart talk event to draw out Qing Zhou's music dream, but it's not as good as the sky, and there happened to be marriages in the village these days.

Although the direct performance at the wedding is not as deep as the heart-to-heart talk, the effect will be better-mainly because it is more coherent with the previous plot.

Qing Zhou has already tore up the script, so it's better to tear it up more thoroughly.

The director team thought desperately.

In a small village like Mutao Village with less than half a hundred households, all the neighbors know each other, and relatives are better than relatives.

When a family gets married, they must set up several tables of banquets in the courtyard to entertain the whole village.

Qingzhou and the program team have been here for so long and have become acquainted with the villagers. Her image in the village is Zhoumei. At first, the villagers were a little afraid of Qingzhou's aura and dared not talk to her. Under the leadership of the family, everyone has also discovered Qing Zhou's nature of being cold outside and hot inside.

What's more, the little girl's strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, and she usually speaks lightly and without emotion. She doesn't seem to be the kind of person who gossips behind her back, and everyone is willing to talk about homework when asking her for help.

In short, Qingzhou's popularity in the village can be considered pretty good.

So when the program group asked the married couple to discuss whether they could perform at their wedding, the couple readily agreed.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled for a while, saying that no one had ever played the guitar for her.

These words made the young man next to him who was usually a farmer blush a little, and he took the words of his fiancée, "Okay, I know, I can't learn the guitar!"

"Hahaha, you can also play cotton for me."

The woman laughed and fell into the man's arms.

The newcomer was flirting, and the program team took the opportunity to stand up and say goodbye, and the matter was settled like this.

The day of the wedding happened to be the last day recorded here.

When Qingzhou was preparing alone in the room the night before, there was a light knock on the door outside.

She paused, turned around and opened the door.

The little girl who was not as high as her chest stood outside the door, looking up at her with pigtails and misty eyes—much like her brother.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the little girl's hesitant expression, Qing Zhou asked first.

Bo Ting's emotional value has been collected as early as the second week of coming here. After the emotional value is full, she can't see her usual emotional state, so facing the current situation, Qing Zhou can only guess one or two. .

"...Sister." As soon as the girl opened her mouth, Dou Da's tears fell without warning, "Sister."

She called twice.

Qing Zhou was silent for a while, opened the door and stood to the side: "Come in first, and speak slowly."

"No, no need." Bo Ting wiped her tears and raised her eyes, "Sister, I will definitely earn a lot of money in the future, and I will go to the city with my brother to find you, you...don't forget me."

As she spoke, the little girl burst into tears again.

Her nose was red from crying, so pitiful.

Qing Zhou touched his chest, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

She slowly squatted down, stretched out her hand and wiped the little girl's cheeks, wiping off the tears, because she grew up in the village and was exposed to the wind and sun every day, and Bo Ting's skin was the same as her age Children are not the same rough.

But such roughness is normal for children in these places.

The little girl opened her eyes wide, and was stunned by Qing Zhou's sudden closeness—although she often held her sister's hand, she never knew that her sister's hand was so soft.

(End of this chapter)