I have all the characters you like [Entertainment]

Pu Sheng has a foundation in physical training, his limbs are quite flexible, and he learns dance very quickly.

Originally, he reserved two days, but it took only one and a half days before he was kicked out of the practice room by his teammates.

"Don't hit us anymore! Play by yourself!" Several people who were learning how to dance were extremely difficult shouted at him in unison.

"Where are you going?" Pu Sheng showed a blank expression.

"Senior," Xing Qingchi stopped him, and asked unexpectedly, "Do you want to... go to my house?"

"Your family?" Pu Sheng was a little strange. Recently, he lived with Xing Qingchi every day, and even came out publicly.

He occasionally searched his name on the Internet, and found that many people are extremely concerned about their daily life together, and any post discussing who is on and who is off, always gets thousands of replies.

With such a relationship, why did Xing Qingchi invite himself home?

Xing Qingchi quickly explained, "It's my parents' place. I usually go back to see them every once in a while. I haven't been back in the past two months. I just have time today. Would you like to accompany me home?"

"Is this meeting the parents?" Pu Sheng asked.

Xing Qingchi was dumb, and reached out to rub his hair, "Where did you learn these words?"

"My brothers taught me!" Pu Sheng replied immediately, and said happily, "Okay, I'll go home with you. But, what do I need to prepare to meet my parents?"

When Pu Sheng recorded "Back to Childhood", together with the team members, they met the parents of the older brothers.

But he knew that seeing his boyfriend's parents must be different.

"What about you..." Xing Qingchi just wanted to say, 'There is no need to prepare anything', but after thinking about it, Pu Sheng has such a sense of worldliness, which is quite a big improvement, and he can't just deny the child casually.

"I'll accompany you to buy gifts for them, huh?" Xing Qingchi suggested.

Pu Sheng happily agreed, "Good!"

Xing Qingchi first called home and told his parents that Pu Sheng was coming.

On the other side of the phone, the parents exploded, asking Xing Qingchi like a cannonball why he didn't notify him a few days in advance, so that they were not ready to welcome their son-in-law.

Xing Qingchi casually said a few perfunctory words, hung up the phone, and accompanied Pu Sheng to the largest Zhuyin international chain shopping mall nearby.

Zhuyin International Chain Store, as the largest comprehensive shopping mall, has a large number of customers at any time.

In order to avoid being surrounded by people, Xing Qingchi put on hats for himself and Pu Sheng, with the brims of the hats pressed down very low.

Even so, they were immediately recognized by the staff of Zhuyin International and notified the store manager as soon as they stepped in.

The general manager of the shopping mall rushed over immediately and walked to Pu Sheng politely.

"Master Pu Sheng, is that you?" He greeted respectfully.

"Just call me by my name." Pu Sheng said softly.

"Okay, Pu Sheng." The manager asked for instructions, "Are you here to inspect the work today?"

"I'm not responsible for the company's affairs." Pu Sheng explained, "I'm here to buy gifts."

"Who is the recipient of the gift? I can recommend it for you." The manager immediately turned into a salesman, starting from the grassroots, and serving the little prince wholeheartedly.

"Hmm..." Pu Sheng raised his face and looked at Xing Qingchi in distress.

"Let the manager recommend it for you," Xing Qingchi said hastily. "It's too dangerous for the two of us to wander around the mall."

He was fine, but Pu Sheng was jostling around in the crowd, what if he bumped into him?

Pu Sheng: "Okay, then I will trouble uncle."

"No trouble! No trouble!" The manager who was called uncle was a little flustered.

I was called uncle by the son of the big boss, rounded up, he and Mr. Pu are relatives!

The manager invited them to the VIP lounge, ordered the staff to order an afternoon tea in the food area, and quickly contacted the jewelry, skin care products, and clothing counters to deliver products suitable for Xing Qingchi's parents, so that they could choose .

"Which one should I choose?" Pu Sheng had no experience in giving gifts to his parents. He picked up a necklace and a gold bracelet, compared them, and said, "Buy them all."

"No need!" Xing Qingchi hurriedly stopped him, "My mother doesn't lack these, and she doesn't bother to wear them if you give them to her, let alone my father."

Pu Sheng let out an 'oh', feeling a little depressed.

"Well, I know what they like!" After Xing Qingchi asked the manager, he asked them to send a set of health pots and a set of purple sand porcelain teapots.

His mother is a chef and cannot do without kitchen utensils every day.

Recently, Xing Qingchi looked at his mother's circle of friends and found that he forwarded health-related knowledge every day, as if entering old age ahead of schedule.

Father Xing does not smoke, drink, gamble, and has no bad habits in his life.Apart from my own mother, the only favorite thing is to drink tea.

Sure enough, when Pu Sheng came to visit with these two sets of gifts, the Xing family's parents couldn't put it down. They praised several times in a row, and then muttered like all ordinary parents, "It's enough for people to come, what more gifts do you bring?"

"Yes, this tea set is expensive, right? It's too expensive."

"Abba, Aunt." Xing Qingchi, who was in charge of carrying the gifts, reminded, "He is not short of money."

"I know he's not short of money, but is his money yours?" Xing's mother glared at him, and said scoldingly, "You can't make random things just because someone has money. Earn what you earn. As long as people make money in an upright way, the money should belong to them. What are you doing? Think he should buy these for us if he has money?"

"No, what kind of robber logic is this?" Xing Qingchi felt that he was wronged, and argued, "I usually buy you a lot."

"You are my son, and being filial to me is a matter of course." Xing's mother paused, and then said, "I have held you in the palm of my hand since I was a child, like a baby, and you complain when you buy something? "

"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Xing Qingchi's mouth was worn out, and he couldn't say no to his own mother, so he had to surrender.

"Stop talking outside the door, come in!" Xing's father waited for the two of them to finish talking, and then called Pu Sheng in when they had time, and looked him up and down, "He looks really good-looking, even better than on TV."

He has a poor vocabulary, and he only has one good-looking thing to boast about.

After all, Pu Sheng looks so soft, it doesn't seem to match "handsome".

"My child," Xing's mother held his arm, and said very familiarly, "I heard A Chi tell a lot about you. You like to eat wonton noodles, right?"

"En." Pu Sheng nodded obediently.

"Auntie originally wanted to pack wontons for you, but Ah Chi's notification was too late, and there was no time to prepare them, so I had to cook some other home-cooked dishes, and you will order them. Mom will pack more next time and send them to you."

She directly used the self-proclaimed 'mother', obviously not treating Pu Sheng as an outsider.

Pu Sheng thanked very politely, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

"How does this child talk?" Mother Xing pretended to be angry, "I didn't give you a bag of wontons, are you unhappy? They came home, and they didn't even call mom, and they were so polite to me."

"Hey, I..." Pu Sheng was a little flustered, not knowing where he made her angry.

Xing Qingchi was very protective of the calf, and quickly said, "Mom, don't scare him, the seniors can't tell the difference."

"Ah? I didn't want to scare him!" Mama Xing panicked immediately, and quickly grabbed Pu Sheng's hand to comfort her, "I'm not angry, I just want to hear you call mom. If you don't want to, forget it."

In Pu Sheng's previous cognition, mother is the closest appellation in human relationship, and it should be used to call the closest person.

Later, he entered the entertainment industry and gradually got in touch with more people. He knew that 'mother' could also be called his partner's mother.

But at that time, Pu Sheng was still far away from love, and he couldn't feel the slightest love at all. He thought he would never be able to call this name.

Later, Pu Sheng participated in the draft and had countless——

Mother fan.

Each of them will shout 'Mom loves you' unscrupulously on various occasions.

At first, Pu Sheng was a little uncomfortable. He thought those people were not his mother.

Subtly, he accepted this setting within a few times.Those fans are indeed not their mothers, they just use this address to express their love for themselves.

However, those mothers are different from Xing Qingchi's mother.

She has no blood relationship with him, but because of the combination of the two of them, this woman who looks hesitant and has a charming look in her eyes will also become her real mother.

"Mom..." Pu Sheng called out tentatively.

"Hey! Good boy." Xing's mother agreed very simply, with a smile on her brows and eyes, "In the future, tell your mother what you want to eat, and I will prepare it for you. Look at you, you are skinny..."

Mother Xing stretched out her hand, squeezed his arm, and murmured, "You don't seem to be very thin, you feel a little stronger than Ah Chi."

"He's a standard weight." Xing Qingchi pointed to Pu Sheng, and soon found a blind spot, "Don't you watch my show?"

"Look, I watched...but you have too many shows, I can watch them all." Xing's mother said with a guilty conscience, "I watched "Freshmen" and "Return to Childhood" recently, and I didn't have too much trouble. look after..."

"Have you just started watching "Freshmen Cultivation Series"?" Xing Qingchi squinted his eyes, "I told you last year that I was going to be on that show, so don't forget to watch it, it's already July now."

"I watched it at the time!" Xing's mother responded confidently, "When I watched it the first time, I was totally aiming at you. After watching it, I realized that this show is very good, so I watched it seven or eight times. Ninety times. Then I felt that just watching the show seemed to be missing something, so I dug out the stage and comprehensive performances of the ff group, "Back to Childhood" is really good, I have to watch it several times every episode."

Xing Qingchi: ...

He finally understood that his mother climbed the wall and became a group fan.

"Grandma, do you know?" Xing Qingchi said with a dark face, ""Walk with You" is a program shared by me and my seniors. The first flying guest is the ff group. Their height and weight are also disclosed in the program. "

"Really?!" Xing's mother said excitedly, "If you didn't tell me earlier, I'll go...uh."

The flame of her excitement was gradually extinguished under the gaze of her son, and she said with a wilted voice, "I'm going to prepare dinner, just one more dish."

"Tsk." Xing Qing looked at her with disgust, turned around and said to Pu Sheng, "My mother is too much, isn't she?"

"No," Pu Sheng replied seriously, "Mom is very interesting, and I like her character. I also hope to talk to my mother in this way."

Xing Qingchi thought about Princess Shawn, and smiled helplessly, "It's a bit difficult, isn't it?"

Pu Sheng: "Yes, but I believe it is possible."

"Well, it's definitely possible!" Xing Qingchi rubbed his hair, leaned over and asked, "Would you like to visit my room?"

Although Xing Qingchi doesn't live at home, his room is still kept, and it is very clean. The bedding on the bed is often dried in the sun, with the smell of sunshine.

His room was not big, but it was very warmly furnished. The sharp corners of the desk were wrapped in soft cloth by Mama Xing.

"I was very naughty when I was a child, and I often bumped into each other. My mother wrapped up all the tables at home."

Xing Qingchi opened the drawer and took out a few booklets from it.

"My mother is a person with a special sense of ritual. She likes to take pictures and keep some commemorative things. For example, this is my photo album when I was young, and this is my former classmates. Do you want to see it?"

"Yes!" Pu Sheng replied.

Xing's mother really likes to take pictures, and several large photo albums are full, and they are sorted by growth time in a very detailed way.

Turning to the first page is a photo of Xing Qingchi when he was about three years old.At that time, he was still a little milk dumpling, with a shaved head, chubby and cute.

Pu Sheng: "Before three years old?"

Xing Qingchi: "Before I was three years old, I wore open crotch pants. It was too embarrassing, so she was not allowed to put the photos in, and I don't know where I received them."

"That's great." Pu Sheng said enviously, "No one took that kind of photo for me."

"You never take pictures?"

"I take pictures. But every time I take pictures, they will change me into beautiful clothes, arrange my posture, and let me sit in the garden or in the hall. When I look at my photos, I always feel that I look the same."

Xing Qingchi felt a little soft-hearted, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, "I'll take a picture for you later."

Pu Sheng looked up at him and blinked slightly.

"From now to now, I will record every look of you, and then make a hundred big photo albums. When we get old, we can sit together and take a look at it slowly, okay?"

"it is good."

Before they had 100 large photo albums, they could only sit together and flip through Xing Qingchi's personal photo album.

Three-year-old Xing Qingchi looks very different from now, his facial features have not yet opened, and he has a chubby bun face.

Mother Xing will not only record the cute moments of the child, but also record his dark history.For example, when eating, I put my rice bowl on my body and cry in sadness.

Or they fell while walking and sat on the ground angrily beating the ground.Even if it is just a still photo, Pu Sheng can imagine his grievance at that time.

Turning a few pages later, Xing Qingchi in the photo has gradually grown up, and his outline has become handsome.

When he was in junior high school, he even dyed his hair white, looking like a sophomore.

"This is what I told you, the rebellious period." Xing Qingchi complained to himself, "Because of my hair problem, I was scolded by the teacher every day, and I didn't know what I insisted on."

"It's beautiful." Pu Sheng asked puzzledly, "Why did the teacher scold you?"

"Because the white hair is too prominent, it will affect everyone." Xing Qingchi explained to him, "In domestic schools, everyone is required to cut their hair and wear school uniforms in middle school. Because this can eliminate differences and let students focus on learning Go. And the school uniforms in middle school are very ugly, it is said to prevent puppy love."

"Is it ugly?" Pu Sheng stared at the blue and white clothes in the photo.

"That's right, we scold the school uniform for being ugly every day. I still have that dress. Would you like to try it?" Xing Qingchi said, stood up and took out the clothes from the cabinet, and handed them to Pu Sheng.

Pu Sheng took the clothes and put them on his shoulders.

The school uniforms are all loose, and he doesn't look small in them.

The rustic blue and white color scheme makes his complexion whiter, and the middle school name embroidered on his chest will make everyone think that Pu Sheng is a middle school student.

He raised his face, his pure and soft gaze hit Xing Qingchi's deepest heart.

It's so cute!

"Is it ugly?" Pu Sheng asked.

"It's not ugly, you should take it off soon..." Xing Qingchi looked away, trying to calm himself down.

He used to be very regretful, why did he meet Pu Sheng so late?If it had been a few years earlier, the two of them could have studied hard together and taken the exam for x university together.

At this moment, Xing Qingchi clearly realized that with Pu Sheng around, he would not be able to get into X University.

If the two of them become classmates, I must be thinking about how to fall in love with my classmates early.

Pu Sheng took off the dress slowly and held it in his arms, "I like your school uniform."

"Like it? Then give it to you?" Xing Qingchi said quickly, "I still have high school uniforms, elementary school uniforms, and summer uniforms. If you like them, I will give them to you."

"No, this is enough for me." Pu Sheng said contentedly, "In this way, I have worn the school uniform."

"You also wore it when recording the program..." Xing Qingchi remembered that he recorded "Return to Childhood", and he wore different styles of school uniforms in each episode.

"That's different." The school uniforms worn in the recorded programs are mostly customized models sponsored by brands, which are different from the real school uniforms.

Xing Qingchi quickly got his meaning, and was so soft-hearted, he leaned over and kissed the primary school principal.

Halfway through the photo album of the two of them, Xing's mother was ready for dinner and called them through the door.

Xing Qingchi learned his cooking skills from his parents, so obviously he has not surpassed the original version.Mama Xing's cooking skills are very good. In addition to being delicious, each dish also has a particularly warm taste.

Pu Sheng thought, that should be the smell of mother.

"Eat more, look at how skinny you are." Father Xing kept adding vegetables to Pu Sheng.

"Father, he's really not thin."

"Whether you're thin or not, the two of us don't know how to read it? You're the one who talks a lot." Mama Xing glared at him, and picked up a chopstick for Pu Sheng, "Try this, the braised pork ribs I made are delicious."

The Pusheng bowl has piled up into a hill, and he is trying his best to feed himself into a fat man.

"By the way," Xing's mother thought of something, and finally turned to Xing Qingchi who had been neglected, "you can stay tonight."

"Why?" Xing Qingchi asked.

"I want to talk to Shengsheng more. You've been hiding it since the Chinese New Year. It's July, and it's the first time I've met someone. Of course I want to stay with him for a while longer." Xing's mother gave the reason , "If you don't want to, you can go back by yourself, let Shengsheng keep it."

Xing Qingchi was dumbfounded, "Am I your own son?"

"No, I picked it up from the trash can." Xing's mother said angrily, "Is it okay?"

"I'll ask him." Xing Qingchi looked at Pu Sheng and asked with his eyes.

Pu Sheng, who never spoke during meals, gave him an OK sign.

Xing's mother was very happy, humming a ditty to clean up the guest room for him.

Father Xing saw that she was going to arrange for Pu Sheng to live in the guest room, and asked curiously, "Do they live together?"

"How can we live together? How old is Shengsheng? No, no!" Mother Xing quickly denied this statement, and then warned, "Do you know how to behave?"

Xing Qingchi: ...

If I do something, I'm afraid I will be kicked out of the house today.

Now that they decided to stay overnight, the two of them were not in a hurry to go home, and continued to look at the photo album after eating.

After reading the photo album, there are still a few classmates at the bottom.

Pu Sheng is very curious about the classmate records. He has no classmates, and of course there is no classmate record.

Xing Qingchi looked at him eagerly, took out a blank classmate recording paper from it, and handed it to the senior.

"You can also fill out one for me." Xing Qingchi said, "Although the grades and colleges are different, we are classmates. Isn't this request too much?"

It seems to be the reason, Pu Sheng took the pen and paper, lay down on the table and began to write his own message seriously.

Xing Qingchi hugged him from behind, seeing this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising wildly.

So cute.

In the evening, Pu Sheng watched TV with Xing's mother, and chatted about many topics casually, and didn't fall asleep until almost twelve o'clock.

Mama Xing originally planned to keep him for another day, but it was a pity that Pu Sheng had to go to work the next day to participate in the mid-year ceremony.

In the performance of the mid-year ceremony, many stars participated and more audiences participated.

The site can accommodate a total of 2 people, and the scale is grand.At times like this, it is the time when all the offline battles are headed.

In this traffic-heavy entertainment industry, for many celebrities who love beans, popularity is everything.There are many ways to prove popularity, the most practical one is offline head count.

How many people are willing to come to watch the star's performance is enough to prove the artist's true popularity.Especially in a star-studded platter show like this one, you can tell at a glance who has the number of fans based on the number of lights.

All the guests invited to the mid-year ceremony this year were heavyweight guests.The pre-sale of tickets started half a month after it was launched, and they were quickly sold out within 2 minutes of going online. Fans who wanted to enter the venue had to buy scalper tickets at a high price.The price of a ticket with a slightly better location is at least ten times higher.

The audience who can enter the venue on the day of the performance are either very rich or very fast.

Before the ticket check-in, someone on the front line of the eating melon website sent feedback, trying to analyze which family has the most heads this year through the off-site support and queuing situation.

According to the audience's analysis, certain veteran traffic idols have a large scale of support, and all of them have the momentum of "Lao Tzu's top1".

But in terms of the number of heads alone, a blind person can tell that there is a protruding new traffic fan, and they are crushed properly.

"Pu Sheng's fans gather here! Pu Sheng's fans gather here!" The girl under the skin of the support club was carrying a flag, trying to attract everyone's ideas.

"Come on, come on, do we have so many family members?" A few fans ran over immediately, seeing their team, they couldn't help but sigh, "It's obviously just a platter performance, Shengsheng may only have one group song, you all give face like this. "

"I can't help it. I haven't sucked cubs offline for a long time." Sheng's mother said aggrievedly, "After my cub debuted, there was basically no live show. It's hard to get a group stage, everyone must be crazy."

"Don't say we're crazy, the big sisters at station A are all crazy." The girl said, pointing to Nicole who was silently wiping the camera next to her.

She held the lens in her hands, staring at it affectionately as if treating her lover.

"It's all Shengsheng's fault, I've left you out in the cold for so long." Nicole hugged the camera with a playful spirit.

"Sister Xiaoke, don't you have anything around today?"

"Yes." Nicole pointed to the distance, the most crowded place, "Send the surrounding area over there."

At a glance, the people who are queuing up are all men.

"Ah?!" The fans were dumbfounded, "Do we have so many male fans?"

"The times have changed, is it already the world of male fans?"

"Oh, those people didn't go to get the merchandise." Nicole glanced at it and said calmly, "Today, a different person distributed the merchandise. They used to compete for favor."

Compete for favor? ? ?

Many question marks appeared on everyone's faces.

And in the middle of the crowd, Duke Hin had long hair shawl, crossed his legs, and sat there elegantly, with an incomprehensible smile in his blue eyes like the deep sea.

The men surrounded in front of him were staring at his overly glamorous face, and his long legs that were so seductive, they were drooling crazily.

"...Are you really here to collect the surrounding area?" Puzheng rubbed between her brows in pain.

Also, did you guys know you were coveting a demon?