Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

"The Crow Feeds Back" made Song Weiwei's popularity soar in the live broadcast room, and the stories behind her works also made the audience think of their relatives instantly.

The heat of the competition was fermenting, and the live broadcast of the scoring night quickly appeared on the trending searches, and domestic netizens only knew that there was such a competition.

The media began to write copywriting one after another, and the news of major TV stations also broadcast the game.

Inside Li's house, the once-a-month family dinner was going on, and the news was broadcasting on the TV in the living room. What everyone didn't expect was that they would see Secretary Song on TV.

The first person to see Song Weiwei was Li Minglan. She was sending messages to Song Yuanzhuo, and when she inadvertently looked up at the TV, she happened to see Song Weiwei's profile.

"Isn't this Secretary Song?"

The Li family who were talking stopped and looked at the TV screen in unison. On the screen, Song Weiwei was holding a carving knife in her hand and was concentrating on carving the pattern of crow feathers, trying to make the effect as realistic as possible.

"What kind of game is this?" Mr. Li looked at the TV.

"It is said that it is a sculpture competition held in the United States, which has a high gold content. Grandpa, wait a moment, I will search the webpage." Li Minglan quickly tapped her finger on the phone, and the webpage popped up after a while.

Old Master Li ordered Ah Zhong to bring his presbyopic glasses, put them on Li Minglan's phone, squinted at the words on it, the words were too small, he couldn't see clearly, but he saw Song Weiwei's photo.

He paused his gaze, Secretary Song's side profile really resembled Weiwei's, no wonder even Bai Han lost himself and always ran to Jiangcheng recently.

"Look, Grandpa." Li Minglan sensibly enlarged the font before handing it to Old Man Li.

It has to be said that the domestic reporters were very fast, and Song Weiwei's biography was immediately dug out by them, including the fact that she had been in a coma for a year in a car accident.

Otherwise, there is a saying that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

In order to grab the first-hand news, the media is everywhere. If Song Weiwei hadn't been in a car accident and blocked the reporter's investigation, they might have picked up the fact that she was the eldest grandson-in-law of the Li family.

After reading the news, Mr. Li's eyes fell on a line of small characters. Li Minglan followed his gaze. The paragraph said that Song Weiyi had a car accident and became a vegetable, and had been in the hospital for a year.

"Grandpa, Sister Song was in a car accident."

Mr. Li turned off the screen, and he stared blankly at the clip about Song Weiyi edited on TV, especially when she talked about the meaning behind "The Crow Feeds Back", tears welled up in his eyes.

He has always felt that this child has a kind face, and every time he sees her, he has a sense of familiarity, but he has never thought about it, after all, that child Weiwei...

But what if she just changed her identity to live?
"Grandpa?" Li Minglan noticed the strangeness of the old man, and called out again.

Mr. Li came back to his senses, and said, "I'm going back, you can see."

"But grandpa..." Before Li Minglan had time to finish, old man Li had already left in a hurry with Ah Zhong's support, she muttered, "I haven't eaten yet."

After walking out of the villa, old man Li immediately dialed Li Baihan's phone number, the phone rang for a while before someone answered, the old man angrily said: "You are so slow to answer the call, what are you doing?"

Li Baihan was reprimanded inexplicably, and squeezed the center of his brows with a headache, "Grandpa, it's so late, what's the matter with you calling me?"

"If you don't come back from the family dinner, you are not allowed to ask me a question. The grandson of our family is so majestic." Old Man Li said in a strange way.

Li Baihan: "..."

If it wasn't for his grandfather, he would have hung up the call long ago.

"Grandpa, if you have something to say, just say it, it's still early morning here."

Old Man Li didn't know that he went abroad, and naturally he didn't know that the time difference over there was in the early morning, so he coughed lightly, "Have you gone abroad?"

"Ah."

"With Secretary Song?" Mr. Li asked again.

Li Baihan got out of bed helplessly, and walked to the french windows. It was dark outside the window. This was the darkest hour of the day. The dim street lamps illuminated the long street, which was cold and quiet.

"Ah."

Mr. Li was silent for a while, and finally opened his mouth, "Bo Han, tell me the truth, is Secretary Song Weiwei?"

Li Baihan was startled, "Grandpa..."

"Did you find that child, did she..." Mr. Li's voice trembled, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or joy.

Li Baihan closed his eyes lightly, "Yes, she is Weiwei."

Old Man Li staggered a step, and was quickly supported by Ah Zhong. After he stood still, he waved his hand at Ah Zhong, and his tone became relieved, "It's good if you find it, it's good if you find it."

There was absolutely no possibility of surviving the car accident back then, and I don't know why Bai Han firmly believed that Weiwei was not dead, and waited for seven years.

Perhaps this is the telepathy between husband and wife.

"By the way, that child is..." After Mr. Li was relieved, he immediately thought of Song Chenchen. Considering his age, the child might be the blood of their Li family.

Li Baihan has confessed to this point, so he will not hide it from old man Li anymore, "He is my child, grandpa, I haven't told Song Song about this matter yet, please promise me not to disturb their mother and child for now."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Weiwei is still alive and gave birth to your children. You should take them back. Why do you let your own son live outside?" Old Man Li scolded.

Li Baihan rubbed his temples, "Grandpa, listen to me, there is a misunderstanding between me and Song Song, and she won't forgive me until the misunderstanding is resolved."

"You deserve it. You broke her heart by not being a human being. Now you know how difficult it is to win someone's heart back?" Old Man Li said sarcastic words without feeling sorry for him.

If I knew today, why was it in the first place?
Li Baihan naturally has to bear the bitter fruit he made himself, he pulled his lips, "Grandpa, I'm in such a difficult situation, so stop laughing at me."

"I don't care if it's difficult for you. I want to see my great-grandson. When you return to China, bring him to meet me. If not, I can go to see him."

Li Baihan frowned, "Grandpa, please give me some more time. When our family of three is reunited, you can see him whenever you want."

"Give me a deadline."

Li Baihan closed his eyes, thinking of Song Weiwei's indifference towards him, he became worried, "Grandpa, when the time comes, I will naturally bring them home."

Old Man Li: "..."

After talking for a long time, I still can't give a charter. This kid is decisive in his career, why is he so timid and timid in his relationship?

No, he just doesn't know. Now that he knows that Song Weiwei is Song Weiwei and Song Chenchen is his great-grandson, how can he sit still?
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After resting for one night, the topic of the third session was also drawn up. The topic this time is that each person gets a painting, which is a world-famous painting, and they can carve whatever they understand.

This time is also a free proposition, but it is much more difficult than the second free proposition, because they gave the world famous paintings for the contestants to comprehend.

As soon as the topic came out, the live broadcast room exploded.

"The organizer's questions are becoming more and more perverted. It is too difficult to give a picture to the contestants for them to comprehend, and then carve the theme based on what they comprehend."

"It's not difficult, how do you call it a game? This is the last game. If it's not exciting, how can you make money from the viewers in the live broadcast room?"

"It is said that Hamlet has a thousand looks in the eyes of a thousand people. I think this proposition is very interesting. For example, when you see colorful paintings, you will feel sunny and cheerful, and when you see dark paintings, you will think Like death, sculptors are also artists, and everyone should be very curious about what they will collide with world-famous paintings."

The audience in the live broadcast room followed the live broadcast for ten consecutive days. They were a little visually tired, but they were aroused by this free proposition.

In particular, the organizer sent the painting to each contestant's room. When the audience saw the painting, they would fall into thinking. Seeing this painting, what would they sculpt, and what would the contestants sculpt.

When Song Weiwei got her painting, she was obviously taken aback, because there was nothing on the painting, just a piece of white paper was framed for her, she couldn't help asking the staff, "Are you sure you took it right, is this a reminder for me? "

The staff nodded very friendly, "Yes, we're sure we got it right."

"Are you kidding me?" Song Weiwei looked at the frame, feeling incredible, and gave her a blank sheet of paper, asking her to comprehend something, which was more difficult than giving her a piece of dark green jade last time to let her play freely.

The staff smiled and said, "Miss Song, come on, we believe that you will carve works that satisfy everyone."

After the staff finished speaking, they stopped talking nonsense with her and left directly.

Song Weiwei stared blankly at the staff leading the door away. She turned her head and looked at the blank piece of paper, her heart breaking down.

There was a "hahahaha" laughter in the barrage.

"To tell you the truth, I was stunned when I saw this piece of blank paper. What kind of question is this? What does a piece of blank paper make people understand?"

"Look at Song Weiyi's collapsed expression. It's too cute. I would have collapsed too. My mind is even blanker than this blank sheet of paper."

"The organizer is a ruthless person, and gave her such a difficult question, a blank sheet of paper. I'm curious what she will realize."

"What the hell is a world-famous painting? A piece of white paper is also considered a world-famous painting. If you blow the heads of the organizers, and see that she is about to win the championship, why don't you deliberately make things difficult for her."

"Orientals don't have human rights in the United States. I don't want to watch this live broadcast. It makes people feel bad."

Except for Song Weiwei who got a blank piece of paper, the other contestants got indeed world famous paintings.After the contestants got the painting, they began to observe the painting.

In fact, the risk of free proposition is here, otherwise the final result of the second game will not show polarized results.

Now when they look at the painting, apart from comprehending it themselves, they also want to know what the judges will think of when they see the painting. This makes them hesitate instead.

Li Baihan frowned slightly when he saw Song Weiwei holding a blank piece of paper. Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng sat beside him, as excited as they were on the barrage.

"What kind of painting is this? Haven't you heard that there are white papers in world famous paintings?"

Zhou Zhengying and asked, "Is it the main way to not let Secretary Song win the championship, deliberately make things difficult for her, and give a blank sheet of paper, so that people can understand something?"

"That's right, what kind of game is this? If you can't win head-on, just play tricks."

"She will win." Li Baihan said suddenly, no matter how flamboyant the organizer's question is, Song Weiwei will win, he believes in her!
Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng looked at each other, and Zhou Zheng said weakly: "President Li, you can't be so sure, what if you hit your face?"

After all, no one in the live broadcast room is optimistic about Song Weiwei's victory, because the paintings that Alberto and Suzuki Koizumi got are serious and famous paintings. People, the famous paintings he got are well known by the world, and he doesn't even need to look at them, he is already drawing.

Li Baihan looked at Song Weiwei who was helpless on the screen, he pursed his lips, "She will win!"

Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng didn't dare to sing bad words anymore. Although the boss was full of confidence, they really didn't have much confidence. After all, the foreign devils had an ingenious plan to eliminate players from other countries in the last match.

At this time, Song Weiwei stood in front of the painting and had been looking at it for an hour. She remained motionless as if an old monk had fallen into a trance, and the audience in the live broadcast room were all elated.

"What is she doing, isn't she staring at the painting and falling asleep?"

"Other contestants have started to write, why is she still motionless, is she going to give up?"

"Yeah, what's so good about a piece of white paper, isn't it pretty simple, you can carve whatever you want, as long as you can justify yourself."

"Hehe, I think she is exhausted."

"The person who said she was out of talent was just slapped in the face last time. Don't say it too early this time, so as not to slip your tongue."

"Maybe she has thought of it long ago, but she is just playing tricks and trying to trick us into giving a reward. Last time she started drawing a picture a day late. How many SBs scolded her while rewarding in the live broadcast room?"

"Yes, yes, it must be the same routine, and they want us to give money to ugly capitalism, this time we won't tip any more..."

There are different opinions in the live broadcast room, but Song Weiwei has been thinking about what can be enlightened with a piece of white paper?

In fact, people are born as a piece of blank paper. After they are born, as they grow older, many colors will be painted on the white paper. When they are old, the paper is full of ink and color, but there is no clean white.

But it is too difficult to transform life into physical objects and carve them out.

She bit her finger lightly, her thoughts drifted far away for a moment, the sun outside the window rose to set, and the setting sun shone in from outside the window, filling the ground with golden light.

She suddenly had an idea, took down the painting hanging on the wall, walked quickly to the window, and leaned the painting on the window sill, when the light shone on the white paper, there was a change on the white paper.

Song Weiwei stared intently, and her eyes became brighter and brighter. She knew what to carve, and she knew that it was impossible for the organizer to send a piece of white paper to fool her.

Fortunately, she was astute, otherwise she would be given a donkey by the organizer.

Song Weiwei returned to the workbench briskly, picked up the brush and started painting.

On the top floor, Li Baihan watched Song Weiwei start painting, his frowning brows relaxed, and he knew she would not be stumped.

"President Li, the police station called just now. They found out where the dark web is, and they want to invite you to come over for an interview." After answering the call, Jiang Huai came over and said to Li Baihan.