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

What kind of work requires the account of the anchor, even if it is related to Hairong TV, it should be managed by yourself?Luo Fei pursed his lips, thinking in his heart, deeply puzzled by Chu Qian's inexplicable excuse.However, he subconsciously felt that Chu Qian was duplicity, and he was embarrassed to say it outright even though he was succeeded by Amway.

After thinking this way, there is no problem. Luo Fei smiled lightly, stroking his beard that he didn't have in a fake way, and said teasingly: "Chu Qian usually pretends to be aggressive, if she likes it, she likes it, and she will pretend to be in love with him in the future." Don't pretend."

After thinking about it to himself, Luo Fei sent the little anchor's account number to him.

The morning sun was particularly bright. Although it was a little sultry, Fang Wuqiu liked to stand on the window sill and bask in the sun.He stretched out his hand from the window lattice, touched the bright and soft phoenix flower with his soft fingertips, felt the sun warmly passing through his fingers, and warmed his whole body in different ways.

Fang Wuqiu's brows and eyes were gentle, he closed his eyes in satisfaction, and suddenly wanted to take the quilt downstairs to dry in the sun.

He did as soon as he thought of it, quickly packed up the quilt, and carried him downstairs.

There is a special drying area in the community. Fang Wuqiu walked over slowly with two quilts in his arms, but he didn't understand that he was the only one drying clothes downstairs in such a sunny day.The empty place is in stark contrast to the situation where the aunts and mothers-in-law were drying the quilt two days ago.

Although Fang Wuqiu was puzzled, he still had to do what he had to do. He stretched out two thick quilts and spread them on top.After doing all this, I clapped my hands and went upstairs to go home.

The door is closed and locked, and the house is empty. Every time I go out and come back, I always feel that there is no warmth.

The sense of gap made Fang Wuqiu unavoidably think that when he was in the Yu Dynasty theater troupe, he often stayed with his seniors and brothers. They were not real brothers, but they were as close as siblings.On the contrary, after coming to the present era, the original body's interpersonal relationship is extremely weak, and even the friends who can be contacted can be counted clearly with one hand on the mobile phone.

Apart from singing, saving money is the most interesting thing for him now.

Wait until you have saved enough money to buy a pipa, and after you get familiar with the life here, go out slowly for social activities.Fang Wuqiu thought like this, after eating slowly, he began to prepare for the evening live broadcast.

After two weeks of live broadcasting, he had already sung all of Lin Zhang Ji, and he still had to think about what to sing in the follow-up live broadcast.

Fang Wuqiu is a relatively familiar opera in Tanyang opera. Fang Wuqiu can sing it since he was a child, and he is very familiar with it.But here, he can no longer find any traces of Tanyang Opera, there are various plays in books and Internet materials, and there are no names he is familiar with.

What's more, they don't understand why the famous "Crying Carp Soul" in the Yu Dynasty made their troupe the top of the Jiangnan list, but now it is submerged in the torrent of history.

The changing history seems to have worn away operas in many places. In the vast changes, "Crying Carp Soul", which is the root and essence of Tanyang Opera, has disappeared without a trace.

Is Tanyang opera really on the decline like other operas in the book said?

Fang Wuqiu didn't want to believe it, but that was the truth.He logged on to the Internet countless times to look for it, and he also went to the library to read it, but he couldn't find it anymore.

He suddenly wanted to sing "Crying Carp Soul" today, just like in the Yu Dynasty.

The brief sorrow did not wear down Fang Wuqiu's will. Although he looks gentle, he has always been cheerful and open-minded. All kinds of things in the past, such as dying yesterday; all kinds of things in the future, such as being born today.

After lunch, Fang Wuqiu went to buy costumes and accessories for the evening live broadcast.

Crying Carp Soul's make-up is complicated, which will delay the live broadcast time, he must complete the make-up before the live broadcast.

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The Crying Carp Soul tells the story of a red carp who became a spirit and turned into a woman to be rewarded for his kindness. The whole play is very long, and he can only sing a short part of it in today's live broadcast.

He also bought new computer equipment when he went out in the afternoon. After the master came to install it, it didn't take long for him to look at the time and start putting on makeup.

At night, the curtains were quietly opened, and the moon, which was wandering in the night sky, suddenly ran into the dark clouds and disappeared.Fang Wuqiu didn't notice the change in the sky outside the window. He just felt that the sun had already set, but his whole body still seemed to be sultry, and the oil paint was sticky to his skin, which was very uncomfortable.

He quickly finished his makeup, took out the newly bought costumes, put on colorful shoes and trousers, and finally finished the long gown and skirt and cloud shoulders, and he was dressed in a bright red carp dress.

The fishtail tassels under the cloud shoulders are lively and mischievous, and the red color is dangling like a red carp swinging in the lake.

Fang Wuqiu was very satisfied with the costume, her red and tender lips were raised up, tender and tender.He fiddled with the red ribbon wrapped around his lower garment in front of the mirror with great interest, raised his little finger and made a charming gesture, put his hands on his chest, turned them like flowers, and sang in a clear voice: "Raindrops fall on the lotus lake, Circle Ripples makes me happy, once I become a human being, the spring is so sultry that I am more affectionate than a red carp."

The person in the mirror can't tell the difference between male and female, Manli's roses are just as beautiful.

His brows and eyes are affectionate, and he has been looking forward to brilliance.

He simply hummed a tune, then sat in front of the computer desk with his skirt lifted.Before he had time to post a preview of this live broadcast on Weibo, when he logged on to Xiong Miaomiao's homepage, Sister Luoluo had already arranged a spot for him in the trailer.

In just two weeks, his name has gradually risen from the bottom corner to be next to the three anchors of the platform. The rapid development has indeed surprised many anchors and viewers on the platform.

Fang Wu Qiujing waited ten minutes before the live broadcast, thinking that although the fixed live broadcast time had not yet arrived, it was okay to go in early, so he pressed the live broadcast room button 10 minutes before the broadcast.

He adjusted the camera, condenser microphone and sound card, tried today's equipment in the empty live broadcast room, and felt that it was clearer and easier to use than the second-hand ones in the past.

There is no one in the live broadcast room yet, Fang Wuqiu is talking to himself, sitting upright, with watery eyes and brows brimming with clear water, humming a tune from time to time, with a pretty laid-back look.

Until two terrifying roars disturbed his thoughts.

"Boom, boom—"

The sound of thunder blasted through the half-open window, and Fang Wuqiu stood up in fright, and hurriedly closed the window with his skirt lifted.

He stood at the window and watched, the sky outside was dark and dark, and it seemed that the rain was about to come.

In just a few seconds of astonishment, the sky suddenly rained, crashing against the glass window mercilessly.Fang Wuqiu was so startled that the veins on his forehead twitched, he had no time to think, and quickly closed the window.

Fortunately, the thunder seemed to be just a bluff. After a few bangs, only the downpour was still clamoring.Fang Wuqiu didn't like thunder very much, and when he was patting his chest to breathe a sigh of relief, he belatedly remembered that there were still two quilts drying downstairs.

Caught off guard, he grabbed the key and rushed downstairs in a hurry.

It was raining heavily, soaking my clothes.

When it was two or three minutes before nine o'clock, the fans who had set the alarm clock and waited for the host entered the Xiong Miao Miao platform familiarly.But as soon as they arrived, they clicked on the screen in surprise.

The little anchor, who is usually on time, actually started the live broadcast ahead of schedule today!

[Lemon]: I can see Qiuqiu again today. I like you so much. Fortunately, I came to the live broadcast in advance. I can see the beauty of Qiuqiu first. I am so lucky.

However, there was no one in front of the goose screen.

The camera captured the door behind Fang Wuqiu's desk and part of the background of his home into the live broadcast room. The fresh and simple Japanese-style room soon attracted some fans' chatter.They originally thought that the anchor would be turned on first, and then start when the time was up, but after waiting for a while, it was already nine o'clock, and the anchor was still nowhere to be seen.

[Blue sweater]: How to get fat, Qiuqiu was on time, ah ah ah ah ah ah, you can come, Qiuqiu, you have n’t watched the beauty (drawing) for two days, I am so nasty.

[Coral Coral]: Qiuqiu, I'm galloping here... Huh, people pinch?

Although the anchor hasn't started yet, only a few fans are in a hurry. Most of them are already entertaining themselves on the barrage, and some who are keen on tipping have started to swipe in the live broadcast room.

After the daily roses passed, Da Lao Fei's aircraft carrier set sail again and dominated the live broadcast room.

The fans in the live broadcast room saw the strangeness, and they all posted barrage cheaply, teasing whether Boss Fei was fascinated by Qiuqiu's singing.

"I see that Fei, it's me, be generous enough, don't compete with me for the fan list when Qiuqiu comes out." Luo Fei, who was being hugged by fans, raised his chin happily, and turned towards the phone on the other end of the phone with a warning tone. Boss Chu, please.

The fan list is a list specially created by Xiong Miaomiao platform for fans, and every anchor has it.On the left side of Fang Wuqiu's live broadcast page, the rankings of fans' rewards are arranged one by one. Mr. Fei is ranked first, and ID wears a golden crown on his head, majestic.

"Boss Chu, did you hear that?" Luo Fei reminded.

Chu Qian hummed perfunctorily, feeling that Luo Fei was too naive, the corners of his mouth twitched speechlessly.

He looked at the screen in the live broadcast room, which seemed to be a triumphant aircraft carrier with its neck held high, and said with a joking smile: "I didn't see it, why should I fight with you, I'm not watching the live broadcast now."

The author has something to say: "In the past, it is like dying yesterday; in the future, it is like being born today." From Yuan Liaofan's "Four Lessons of Liaofan"

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution~

Yin Ci 5 bottles;

Mirry is a bottle of rice grains;

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