My protagonist attributes have been discovered

There was a pause in the air for a second, and before the corners of Sister Tu's mouth rose, Xuanwei recovered from the daze and looked at her, shouting with great interest:

"Hello, Aunt Tu."

Sister Tu was shocked: "..." Festival, festival|Fuck?Also, I'm not that old at all!

The female ghost lady looked confused: "..." What happened? _?

"..." Song Yangle realized that he was still too young when facing Shang Xuanwei's eyes turned back and the current embarrassing scene.

But to be honest, the feeling of being called an elder jokingly by someone of the same age in appearance is still different from being called an elder sincerely.

For example, now that he saw Xuanwei's eyes that he really wanted to be called "Dad", he also thought about it seriously, and actually felt...it's okay to have multiple sons?

So he nodded calmly, said "good boy", and then, like most Chinese parents, he focused on returning to the Shanhai Lianbo on TV-compared to a strange "son" who looked like him ", he is still more interested in the next Qingming report.

Watching the "father and son", one naturally finished the praise and continued to watch the news, the other took the praise for granted and continued to talk about love, and the non-existent Taotie: "..." Are these two so similar?

Song Yangle didn't know what they were thinking.

His brain has preserved his memories from birth to the present very well, so he knows very well that he has no direct blood relatives for a long time, not to mention that Xuan Wei and him are cross-racially similar, except for their faces. The two of them have not and cannot have any other relationship elsewhere.

Therefore, although I was a little surprised that the other party insisted on calling me "Dad", it was nothing more than that-that is, the facial features were a little similar, and it can only be said that most of the standard aesthetics of human beings are like this, because both of them happen to meet a certain standard. Standard, so in the end it looks almost the same to the naked eye.

Yes, it is like that.Withdrawing the last trace of eyes on the non-human face who started talking to the female ghost again, Song Yangle looked at the two anchors on the TV and thought deeply: After all, I don’t want someone who is more flirtatious than myself sister's son.

At this time, the news of Shanhai Lianbo has been broadcast for seven or eight minutes. Zhongrong’s conference broadcast and Satan’s visit to China have ended. His face couldn't help but relax a little.

The new anchor Tu Shan Xiaxia's smile has two dimples at both ends:

"Tomb-sweeping day is a good festival, and the Qingming Festival is a good festival. The sticky green balls are our affection; the collision of painted eggs is the passion of our era; the kites are flying high, and what is flying is our infinite dreams. Tomb-sweeping Day Get together and reunite, and the Three Realms will prosper."

The voice fell, the screen switched, and the lively cheering sound was accompanied by the male anchor's joyful broadcast sound: "This morning, the tug-of-war competition that has been passed down for thousands of years was once again held on the Chuyang Square of Hexu Mountain in the east of the Great Wilderness of the Mountain and Sea Realm. The tug-of-war In the early days, it was called "Duangou" or "Hookqiang", and it was called "Tug-of-war" in the Tang Dynasty. The Qingming tug-of-war competition in Hexu Mountain has a long history, and it attracts countless tourists to come here every year to participate or cheer. This year's tug-of-war competition was personally presided over by Shebi, the chairman of Shanhai Trading, and the main force of the competition was land creatures and flying creatures..."

On the endless flat square, the spectators and cheerleaders who were flying or standing around were shouting enthusiastically. Pulling a five-color rope made of unknown material to his end, under the vast sun, at the end of the latter's line, two little Chongming, who are no different from ordinary hens, are struggling to spread their wings. And pass.

"Jijiao Mountain Yang Swing Valley Shenshan Monster Sea in Zhongshan, because the champion of the swing competition here can get good luck for a whole year personally awarded by Taifeng God, there is an endless stream of practitioners and gods, ghosts and ghosts, and the competition process is extremely fierce..."

Although the camera is very steady, whether it is the excited voice of the anchor or the forest swing covered by various creatures and non-living things on TV, they all vividly show the meaning of the word "intense", especially the various indistinguishable characters in it. Be it gods, demons or monkeys of ordinary creatures, the noise of chirping and chirping can be heard endlessly.

"Shanhai Street, C City, Cultivation Realm, the Qingtuan painted eggs and carved eggs produced by God of Cookery Taotie are loved by gods, ghosts and ghosts. There are endless laughter and laughter in the egg bumping competition; in the afternoon on the backstreet grass, even gods and demons fly kites... ..."

In the middle of the grass, two unknown creatures running wildly out of afterimages, the soaring lion and the little white dragon compete with each other, and the cow's cry imitating the dragon's chant is vividly recorded...

In an instant, the gif of the groundhog roaring crazily swiped across the screen in his mind, and Song Yangle was stunned for the first time in his life.

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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: 1 trash can for complaining;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of spit in the trash can;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!