Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

He can sing, he likes to sing.

Could it be a student of Beijing Academy of Drama?

It looked like he was just at the age of college, Chu Qian was secretly happy, thinking that it would be no problem if he was from a nearby college.

The unexpected joy blinded Chu Qian's rationality, and when he looked across the pond again, the figure in his heart had disappeared.

He stared and looked around in a panic, but there was no one there.Chu Qian secretly scolded himself for being worthless, and rushed upstairs to find his grandfather with a sullen face.

The floor of Grandpa's house is not high, so Chu Qian took out the key to open the door in less than 2 minutes, "Grandpa."

"Xiaoqian is here, sit down and rest, I'm making bone soup." Mr. Chu poked his neck out from the kitchen, looking cheerfully at his grandson who was standing in the entrance changing shoes.

After changing his shoes, Chu Qian went to the kitchen, smelled the strong fragrance in the room, and sniffed, "It smells so good."

The bone soup in the casserole was bubbling, and it was about to be ready. Mr. Chu adjusted the heat, and took his grandson to the living room outside. Grandpa eats here." He deliberately gave Chu Qian a look, and said angrily, "I heard that he is about to enter a new group, so take good care of him now, and listen to the arrangement of the nutritionist hired by Siwen, don't always pick and choose. "

The grandson is good at everything, except that he is picky eater. To put it bluntly, he was raised by Jingui since he was a child.

Mr. Chu has absolutely no way to deal with him. Thinking of Chu Qian's parents who are obsessed with work all year round, they have no time to take care of him. Although this child follows a group of people wherever he goes, there are few who can control him.

That boy Luo Fei is not bad, but when something happens, he only hangs out with Chu Qian.

Let him take care of it, I'm afraid it's not two people who want to go to heaven together.

Grandpa Chu couldn't help but sigh.

Little did he know how his grandson was worrying about eating now, with his arms resting leisurely on the back cushion of the sofa, his legs raised vigorously, his mind was full of the pretty boy across the pond.

The figure is too beautiful, and the singing is also beautiful, in a trance, Chu Qian's aftertaste is also full of surprises.He never expected that the young man who caught a glimpse of him in the supermarket that day would be so outstanding, and he could attract countless eyes just by standing there still.

He is unique.

Just when Chu Qian was feeling complacent because he met the boy, a strange thought suddenly crossed his mind. His eyes widened like a bolt from the blue, and he suddenly put his legs down, straightened his back and sat down solemnly on the sofa.

The grandfather watching TV next to him cast doubtful eyes.

Chu Qian didn't have time to answer Grandpa's doubts, his hard head seemed to be punched through with a mallet, and he was caught off guard by two bangs, thinking that since the boy loves to sing, then... If I am with him, how can I get along with him at all? common language?

Singing, singing.

Know nothing.

Chu Qian was flustered as it should be, and his heart was already immersed in the plot of the relationship between the two of them. I am afraid that even after the boy sang softly, the end of his eyes was blush, and his eyes were full of expectations. At that time, he could only boast dryly that he could hear the explosion.

Hold!Absolutely not!

Chu Qian held his chin in thought for two seconds, raised his eyelids, and gave Old Master Chu a weird look: "Grandpa."

Does he want to learn from his grandfather and hold on to the buddha's feet temporarily.

Grandpa Chu looked at his grandson's abnormal movements and was puzzled, "Xiao Qian, what's the matter?" From the moment he was resting on the sofa, he noticed that something was wrong with Chu Qian, and he immediately sat upright.

Chu Qian smiled: "Grandpa, are you free recently, how about teaching me a few plays?"

His smile was not friendly at all, but like a wolf with a big tail, the arc of his thin lips was cold and creepy.Old Master Chu was puzzled. After thinking for a while, he squinted his eyes and gave Chu Qian a suspicious look, and repeatedly confirmed, "Do you want to learn to sing?"

Chu Qian nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, yes."

"fart."

Chu Qian: "..."

Mr. Chu's rare swear words came out, which dealt a big blow to Chu Qian.

"Since when did you get into the stinky habit of fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days?" Mr. Chu stared at his outstanding child, feeling regretful and helpless.

This kid has no interest in singing since he was a child, and his friends from aristocratic families sent his younger generation to various academies and theater troupes to learn singing. Chu Qian, who was still a little bun, sneaked into the crowd of group performers. , In the end, it actually performed well.

After becoming an adult, Chu Qian kept getting film invitations and awards, and became a famous actor in the entertainment industry. Well, his career is prosperous and he has more choices. He can spare time to inherit his mantle. Even if he can’t, he will sing the tradition The repertoire is also excellent in self-cultivation.But he took two years to finish all the courses in the university, instead of doing self-cultivation, he co-operated with the boy from the Luo family to set up an entertainment company.

Every time Mr. Chu thinks about it, he can't wait to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Chu Qianhe didn't know what his grandpa was thinking, and seeing his grandpa's reaction, he grinned awkwardly, remembering the scene when his grandpa chased him after him to learn opera when he was a child, his forehead jumped up with twitching veins.

He was embarrassed to ask again, looking at his grandpa's strange eyes, he was afraid that his clever grandpa would expose his little thoughts.

Chu Qian had no choice but to hew and haw to deal with it. Under the serious gaze of his grandfather, he dodged his eyes.

Forget it, the big deal is to find videos on the Internet and listen to them.

……

In the residential building next door.

After Fang Wuqiu finished exercising, he returned home refreshed.He had just changed his shoes in the hallway, when he belatedly remembered the WeChat messages sent by his little fan Fei Crazy when he was listening to Professor Lin's class, and he hadn't read it yet.

He put the backpack away and steamed the rice neatly before sitting on the bed and flipping through the phone in the backpack.

Fei is a rich fan of the live broadcast room. Since the broadcast started, he has given him more than one carrier reward. The amount is really shocking.Fang Wuqiu looked at his frequent rewards, and it was easy to think of the social incident in the recent news that "a 14-year-old boy rewarded the anchor with more than 100 million".

He was so frightened at that time that he contacted Fei almost without thinking.

After inquiring, Mr. Fei has grown up and has the right to use funds freely, so Fang Wuqiu's tense heartstrings are much more relaxed.It was precisely because of this opportunity that the two chatted more and more speculatively, and after they got acquainted, they added contact information.

Mr. Fei likes to listen to his plays, he is eloquent and good at talking, and he often chats with him in his spare time. Fang Wuqiu didn't have many friends when he traveled here, and now he has directly gained two fans.

He came back to his senses and quickly clicked on WeChat.

Fei: Little host, is there any lossless audio for the song you sang?want to ask.

Fei: [Crazy circle for flop.gif]

Fei: My own recordings and the organized audio on Weibo are very complicated. Can I just click on the playback every day to listen to it?No, I feel uncomfortable and want mp3 audio.

Fei: Look at me, little anchor, what are you up to?

Then there are all kinds of cute emoticons on the screen. If Mr. Fei hadn't promised that he was a 24K pure gold man, Fang Wuqiu would subconsciously think that this is a young and lovely girl.

mp3 audio?

Seeing the audio Mr. Fei wanted, Fang Wuqiu frowned, and looked up at the computer and accessories on the desk.

The equipment he used for live streaming was second-hand "friendly sponsorship" from the Xiong Miaomiao platform, with poor sound quality and a computer card, which probably couldn't meet Mr. Fei's requirements.

Thinking back to the balance that can be withdrawn in Xiong Miaomiao's anchor account, Fang Wuqiu made a final decision and decided to buy good quality again.

If it wasn't for Mr. Fei's reminder, it would take him a long time before he thought of changing the equipment.

Now that he had made a decision, Fang Wuqiu searched the Internet carefully and at the same time sent a message to Mr. Fei.

Fang Wuqiu: I don’t have lossless audio for the time being, but I plan to buy new equipment. After I have all the equipment, I will put the live audio on Weibo.

Fei: Really! !

Fei: All right, all right, looking forward to it.

Luo Fei, who was far away at WARM Entertainment Company, received the reply from the little anchor, his eyes lit up, and he jumped around the office happily.

After bouncing around, Luo Fei, who quickly recovered into an elite man in a suit and leather shoes in two seconds, brushed off the hem of his clothes and sat back on the work chair.

Then I saw the WeChat message from my brother.

Luo Fei took a closer look and was startled.

Chu Qian: Luo Fei, give me the anchor name and account number you mentioned last time.

"I'll go!" Surprised and surprised, Luo Fei stood up from his seat, with the corners of his mouth slanted, and hurriedly expressed his inner joy to his brother.

Luo Fei: What the hell?My tm is Amway successful?

Luo Fei: Haha, I'm so awesome!

Luo Fei: Let's call the anchor together in the future, yeah yeah yeah. [Squint smile.gif]

Really excited, Chu Qian looked at the cheap emoticons in the dialog box, and was silent for a while, a black line formed on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched silently.

Chu Qian: ... It's just for work, don't think too much about it.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade~

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