If I don't film, I have to go home and inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 232 The Good Life That's Coming to an End

"It's over, it's over."

The Mushroom House family had lunch for a long time, and this time it was full, even the elder brother who went out to study came back.

After lunch they began to read letters.

"Can my sister and I receive the letter? I'm looking forward to it."

Rubbing his hands together, Wang Qing couldn't wait to look at the pile of letters in front of him.

These are all letters sent by fans of the good life, and they are written for them, but as a newcomer this season, can Zhang Zifeng and me receive them?

"Of course, our show has been on the air for so long, and there will definitely be your fans." He Jiong nodded and said, but then he seemed to remember something, and looked at Liu Xianhua, who was a little lonely.

"Dahua will definitely have some. Although you are not here this season, you are still a member of our Mushroom House. The audience will definitely remember you."

"Huh?" Liu Xianhua also began to look forward to it, and sat among them, opening the envelope together.

"Forehead"

But as soon as he opened the first letter, his expression froze.

"What's wrong?" Huang Lei moved his head in doubt.

Seeing his gaze approaching, Liu Xianhua instinctively shrank his hands and didn't want him to see the contents of the letter, but soon gave up and looked at the others helplessly, "I'm sorry, it's mine again."

When he said this, Wang Qing and the others were slightly taken aback, but they quickly realized it.

There is no doubt that the content of the letter in his hand was probably sent by some of Liu Xianhua's more radical fans, some rather ugly words.

"It's okay, it's normal for the audience to use their favorite artist to compare with other people, and this part will be cut later." Huang Lei waved his hand indifferently, and the others didn't pay much attention to these arguments. People are more or less used to it.

These envelopes were all letters sent by fans through the address of the official blog. The program team directly brought a lot of them to them, and did not open them to check the contents.

At the end of each season, these permanent residents will read these letters.

A program must not only have fans, but also black fans. The more annoying black fans will pass on their negative emotions to them in various ways, such as the mailing channel that these fans only use now. .

So in the process of opening letters, although they all read them, when the program came out, they only kept some letters that looked warmer and uplifting.

Although there are some unpleasant black fans in the process of reading the letter, most of them are fans of this show.

As they watched, they shared with each other and read the letters to others and to future viewers of the show.

"This is interesting." Wang Qing held a small card in his hand, and looked at Zhang Zifeng next to him, "This is sent by my sister's fan."

With that said, he handed her both the envelope and the card.

"What did you write?" Zhang Zifeng's eyes lit up, and after he quickly reached out to take it, he carefully scanned the contents of the letter, and then smiled smirkly while reading it.

"Don't just look at it, read it, little girl." Liu Xianhua reminded from the side, "If there is no problem with the letter, we have to read it out to let the audience know. We will make up the content of these letters later."

"But" Zhang Zifeng looked at the content of the letter in embarrassment, hesitated for a moment and turned to Wang Qing for help, "You should read it for me, I feel like I'm bragging myself when I read it myself."

"Okay, okay." Wang Qing took the letter back again, "Dear sister Zifeng, I am an old aunt who doesn't want to reveal my age, but has followed you since childhood."

This is a fan of Zhang Zifeng's career, and he seems to be on the older side.

Knowing from the show that she will not be an actor in the future, she will choose the line of screenwriting and said that it is a pity that she will not be able to see her works in the future, but she respects her choice and is willing to support the scripts she creates in the future.

"Alright, my sister already has a fan even before she started writing her first script." He Jiong looked at Zhang Zifeng with a smile, and was also happy for her that someone would understand and continue to support her.

"This, this, belongs to the master."

Sitting in the middle of the wooden table, Liu Xianhua also shouted and looked at Wang Qing.

"Brother Dahua, you can read it. I can just listen. I am too embarrassed to read my own letter. I feel a little shameless." Seeing that he wanted to hand over the letter, Wang Qing quickly waved his hand to signal him to help read it out. .

"But. Don't you need to check the contents of the letter?" Liu Xianhua hesitated and asked, "This letter was sent to you by one of your female fans."

"It's okay." Wang Qing smiled and shook his head. He believed in Dahua's ability to grasp the scale, and he would not read inappropriate letters.

The others stopped opening the envelope and waited curiously for Liu Xianhua to read out the letter from Wang Qing's female fan.

"Brother Sanshui, although I don't know if you still remember me with your popularity, I will never forget that warm afternoon, our encounter, your embrace." Although Liu Xianhua's Mandarin is much more standard than before, but Read very slowly.

"Where's my knife?"

As soon as the first sentence was read, Huang Lei, who was sitting opposite Wang Qing, stood up and muttered as he walked into the room.

"Don't, don't, it won't happen." He Jiong quickly stretched out his hand to hold him, and then looked at Liu Xianhua, "Dahua, you should read faster, I feel that something will happen if you read like this."

"It's okay, I didn't do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." Wang Qing's attitude was very calm. He didn't do anything, what was he afraid of.

Zhang Zifeng next to him was also calm, waiting for Liu Xianhua's next words.

Looking at Wang Qing with a smirk, Liu Xianhua nodded and sped up his speech, "Your embrace really feels safe. After that day, I didn't take a bath for three whole days."

It turned out to be the fan who recognized Wang Qing on the main road.

This fan is definitely a true fan, or his eyes are particularly sharp. You must know that he has hardly been recognized on the road since his debut, the only exception is this fan.

"Good guy, because you haven't showered for three days, and you're still a girl." Seeing Wang Qing's indifferent attitude, He Jiong knew that it must not be that kind of thing, so he teased mischievously.

"I remember this fan. She was the first one to recognize me on the main road since my debut." Wang Qing nodded with a smile, "I still remember that I was fully armed at that time, and there was no What kind of assistant do you bring, just with a friend, I don’t know how she recognized it.”

At that time, he and his friends went to record boys and girls rushing forward. On the way back, he stood on the side of the road and chatted for a while. He was recognized, because he was the only one, so Wang Qing's memory is very clear.

"She asked if you have a girlfriend, how about thinking about her?" Liu Xianhua said the question left by the last fan.

"this one"

Wang Qing's expression became a little weird, but after making brief eye contact with Zhang Zifeng, he smiled and said, "I don't have a girlfriend right now, but I will soon."

"As for her, I'm sorry, because I already have someone I like."

　Thank you book friend Feng Xiaozhi for your support

　　
　
(End of this chapter)