My daughter is so annoying

Yang Chaochao said: "The sun is crooked."

"what?"

"It's crooked from the beginning of the Japanese characters."

The Spring Festival couplets are: Fulu Shouxi is here every year, wealth and auspiciousness are coming day by day.

After Fang Cheng adjusted, Yang Chaochao finally nodded and spent half an hour finishing the Spring Festival couplets, and the three of them went back to the house.

It was also the first time there was such a person in the family, and with the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, Qingqing was very happy running up and down.

Li Lanfang and Yang Yueyue were sitting on the sofa making dumplings for the evening. Qingqing watched curiously. She had eaten dumplings, but she had never seen how dumplings were made.

Seeing Qingqing's curious look, Li Lanfang took a little bit of dough and handed it to Qingqing.

Qingqing quickly learned to do it.

As soon as night fell, the New Year's Eve dinner began to be eaten, and it was lively.

"Ma Ma, I want to eat that."

"Papa, I want to eat that."

"Grandma, I still want to eat that."

Qingqing asked for so much food, but she didn't actually eat much.

At almost eight o'clock, Yang Chaochao and Qingqing left the table. When Qingqing was gone, Li Lanfang came down without taking a few bites. Fang Cheng raised his glass and said with a smile, "Are you happy?"

Yang Yueyue nodded with a smile. Before she knew Fang Cheng, this kind of life only existed in Yang Yueyue's fantasy.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the family sat neatly on the sofa and watched the Spring Festival Gala.

The host held the microphone and said loudly and vigorously: "Plum blossoms and snow are melted, and dogs and dogs are prosperous in spring. Lianzhong flavors spring wine, and people in the painting enter the door. We zg people celebrate the new year, it is to keep the year, Even going home, no matter how far you go, you can't get rid of the yearning for home, and no matter how long you go, you can't forget the taste of home... Next, let us enjoy "People in Our Village" brought by Mr. Liu Minghua"

The people of Fangcheng are all stupid.

Yang Yueyue also looked at Fang Cheng.

At the same time, song information also appeared in the lower left corner of the screen.

Song title: People in our village.

Singer: Liu Minghua

Lyricist: Fang Cheng

Composer: Fang Cheng

Fang Cheng swallowed his saliva, and stared blankly at Liu Minghua on the TV screen walking onto the stage.

"I thought Brother Hua didn't like this song. It turned out that there was no news because it was going to be on the Spring Festival Gala."

Fang Cheng was a little excited.

Although I didn't go to the Spring Festival Gala myself, at least my own works went to the Spring Festival Gala.

For an artist, going to the Spring Festival Gala is definitely something that he can be proud of, not to mention that he is not an artist yet.

I don't know how many viewers across the country were watching the Spring Festival Gala, and many people saw Fang Cheng's name at the moment.

"Yueyue, did you see it?"

"Ah."

Yang Yueyue was full of pride.

Liu Minghua's magnetic voice sounded on the TV. The singers in the 90s were not like the singers of today. They all had singing skills.

"My hometown lives in this village"

"I am a native of this village"

"Don't look at the village is not very big"

"There are mountains, water and forests"

"..."

Li Lanfang, who didn't know it, smiled after listening to it: "Finally, I heard a song that I can listen to."

Fang Cheng looked at Yang Yueyue, Yang Yueyue looked at Fang Cheng, and they both laughed.

Qingqing and Yang Chaochao went back to bed after nine o'clock, and Li Lanfang went back to sleep in her room until eleven o'clock.

Twelve o'clock sharp.

The bell rang, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers was endless.

Fang Cheng brought two glasses of red wine, handed one to Yang Yueyue, and said with a smile, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

The two drank a cup of wine together.

The red liquid hung on the corner of Yang Yueyue's lips, and Fang Cheng couldn't help but imprinted on her lips again, interlocking his fingers, the two of them lay down on a sofa.

Weaving, stroking, kissing, exploring...

"Ahem." There was a cough from upstairs, and Fang Cheng suddenly stopped.

Yang Yueyue wore a faint smile, wrapped her hands around Fang Cheng's neck, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes were like two crescent moons.

The world is stunning!

Fang Cheng did not continue with the next move as Yang Yueyue expected, but hugged her tightly.

As soon as the Spring Festival Gala ended, the song "People from Our Tunli" became popular, and Fangcheng became popular again.

Now who would dare to say that Fang Cheng is an unknown songwriter?Can you write a song for Liu Minghua, one of the four heavenly kings, and be able to perform in the Spring Festival Gala?How many can do it in the country?

After the Spring Festival, Fangcheng sent Li Lanfang and Yang Chaochao to their hometown.

Before leaving.

Li Lanfang held Fang Cheng's hand reluctantly, and said earnestly: "Fang Cheng, Yueyue will be handed over to you in the future, you must take good care of them."

"Mom, don't worry, I promise to let their mother and son live better than anyone else."