What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Xiao Han felt a sour nose and raised his head slightly to take a breath.

When I turned around, I saw everyone looking at me.

"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me?"

As he spoke, Xiao Han looked down at himself, thinking that there was something wrong with him.

"Brother Han, you finally woke up. Have you come up with a good idea? The rest of us have failed. Now it all depends on you."

"We are completely clueless about puppetry and can't figure out how to match it up~"

Seeing Xiao Han waking up, everyone rushed forward and asked questions at once.

Listening to the voices of the people around him, Xiao Han felt his head buzzing and quickly raised his hand to stop them.

"Stop, speak one by one, I can't hear any of you in this mess."

Seeing Xiao Han's frown, everyone smiled awkwardly and shut up.

"Xiao Han, have you come up with a plan? We have designed several, but none of them are suitable. They are just superficial and difficult to interpret in depth, and they can't achieve the purpose of publicity at all."

Lin Qingluo took a step forward and asked softly.

Wei Daxun and others behind him nodded repeatedly.

Hearing this, Xiao Han first glanced at everyone before slowly speaking.

"I have a plan that I think is feasible. Just now, based on my understanding of puppetry, I wrote a story and composed a song for it. If it is accompanied by corresponding performances, I think the effect should be good."

After saying that, Xiao Han sat down, picked up the pen and paper on the table and started taking notes.

Stories? Songs? And performances?

Hearing this, Wei Daxun and the others looked at each other in surprise.

Did Xiao Han come up with so many things in such a short time?

This made them doubt whether their brains were of any use other than eating.

The gap is too big.

Seeing Xiao Han start writing, everyone gathered behind him.

"The Thread Play" ~

Looking at the three big words on the paper, Lin Qingluo seemed to be thinking about something.

Qiansi, as the name suggests, means pulling the strings, and puppetry is controlled by pulling the strings.

The title is straight to the point.

As Xiao Han wrote, the only sound was the rustling of the pen tip against the paper.

Wei Daxun and the others standing behind him didn't dare to breathe, they just stretched their heads and looked.

"Pulling Silk Play" is the title of this song, which tells a story of love by depicting the companionship and separation between the puppeteer and the puppet that ties him to life.

The novel narrative and lyrical use of the puppet's perspective tells the story of how the puppeteer depends on each other for survival, walks side by side through mountains and rivers, and finally warms himself with his own life.

This is a tragic love story.

The lyrics are vividly written on the paper.

Just looking at it, I felt an unspeakable sadness in my heart.

This song is really well written.

The more sentimental Bai Lu and the others couldn't help but turn their heads and wipe their eyes.

Lin Qingluo's gaze towards Xiao Han became even gentler.

Friends who were watching the live broadcast in front of the screen were already anxious, especially when they saw the reactions of the guests present, they became even more itchy.

But the cameraman deliberately kept them hanging, with the camera moving around and not aiming at the table.

"Cameraman, please stop shaking. Can you please point the camera at the table? I'm almost dying of anxiety. What on earth did Xiao Han write that moved the guests so much~"

"He did it on purpose. He definitely did it on purpose. He knew we wanted to see it, but he just wouldn't let us. He's so mean~"

"This is Xiao Han's new song, it's definitely a guarantee of quality. I look forward to it~"

"This needs to be combined with puppetry. I wonder from which angle Xiao Han will write it. Will it be Chinese style, or some other style?"

"The key is that there is a story. Xiao Han is also good at writing stories. I wonder what the final result will be. I really want to see it."

"..."

Upon learning that Xiao Han had written a new song, netizens called their friends and flocked to the live broadcast room.

Looking at the soaring data in the background, Ma Liangle narrowed his eyes.

After taking a look at Ye Yun and the other two sitting in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

"Mom, what do you think my brother will write this time? He is so good now. Writing songs and poems is as easy as eating and drinking water."

"It's not as easy as you say. Your brother has accumulated a lot of experience over the years to achieve what he has today~"

After saying that, Ye Yun looked back at Ma Liang and nodded slightly.

Ma Liang understood instantly and asked his assistant to switch the camera.

A hidden picture suddenly appeared on the big screen, showing the hidden camera facing the desktop.

As the camera zoomed in, the words on the paper were clearly displayed in the center of the big screen.

Nodding approvingly to Ma Liang, the three women turned to look at the screen.

A strong handwriting comes into view.

beautiful~

It's been such a short time since we last met, but Xiao Han's calligraphy seems to have improved again.

No wonder so many people in Kyoto have been asking about him recently and wanting a piece of his calligraphy. It turns out that Xiao Han’s calligraphy is even better.

Then it seems that the rumor that the Calligraphy Association will soon certify Xiao Han's master level is not groundless.

With Xiao Han's level, he is fully qualified.

Putting these thoughts aside, Ye Yun began to read the text content carefully.

"Silk Pulling Play", is this the name of Xiao Han's song?

After a little thought, she understood the meaning.

He nodded with satisfaction and continued reading.

Looking at the lyrics, the three girls were all moved.

The lyrics alone are so touching, and with the music and performance, it's a tear-jerker.

It has to be said that Xiao Han's control over emotions has reached the pinnacle.

The title of Prince of Love Songs is not given for nothing.

I believe that in the near future he will be promoted to the godfather of love songs.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Han had finished writing the lyrics, changed a piece of paper and started writing the next short script.

Even though it was just a supporting plot for a song, he didn't mess around with it.

Write down every detail carefully.

Those present were all veterans in the industry, and they had performed in quite a few scripts.

I can still clearly distinguish the basic good from the bad.

As the lines of text appeared on paper and combined with the story of the lyrics, several people were moved.

Lin Qingluo and the other girls had red eyes and couldn't help but look at Xiao Han.

Why is he so bad? Why does he like writing these tragic stories so much? He always makes them so sad.

The story's setting is simple and is performed in a limited space, which is definitely a test for the actors' acting skills.

As for the puppet, I'm afraid it also needs professionals to operate it.

I'm afraid no one here can handle this except Xiao Han.

Because this puppet will be the absolute protagonist of this play.

With the rustling sound of writing, the general outline of the plot has been revealed to everyone.

Several people looked at each other, and were a little hesitant about whether they could fully understand the script in a short period of time.

The time was too tight and it was a live broadcast, so they really had no confidence in their performance.

Everyone present here came from idol drama backgrounds and had never played this kind of role before.

For the next live broadcast, it seems they can only do odd jobs.