Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

There are more people scolding her in the barrage.

For a while, countless words that were automatically blocked by the system appeared on the barrage.

Even the topic of #心感奶奶# directly airborne to the top 31 hot searches.

Click on the hot topic. There is a marketing account who said that she also has a grandma at home. She is very old but really likes spicy noodles. Every time she sees someone buying spicy noodles for her, she is as happy as a child.

Later, when grandma was sick, she couldn't eat anything. I hoped that he could help to buy spicy strips again, but the PO owner didn't agree, which made grandma feel regretful when she left.

Watching the show today, a group of grandmothers who are over 75 years old on average really want to go on stage to perform for everyone again. This is the last time they will perform on stage in their lives, but some people are perfunctory to these grandmothers from beginning to end.

Under the sun, the old grandmas were sweating profusely teaching her to dance, but what was Bai Yun doing?She was paddling the whole time.

Zhang San, who had already worked hard, stood barefoot in the yard.

Yes, he had already taken off those onion-like high heels and put them aside.

Without the pair of high-heeled shoes that made the chassis unstable, Song Jianyu felt that he had improved by so much when he learned to dance.

From entering the yard at 12:30 in the morning until [-]:[-] noon, the ten old ladies plus him were practicing non-stop.

The 75-year-old grandmother took this matter more seriously and actively than him. Song Jianyu was too embarrassed to say no. He kept hearing one of the grandmothers say that she was tired and would come back in the afternoon after lunch. The crowd spinning like a spinning top finally stopped.

Wipe the hot sweat on my neck with the towel I carried with me, do Niaosan on the spot, and go back to each house to eat each meal.

Song Jianyu sat on the ground tired and gasping for breath. Mrs. Wang washed her face and told him to meet at 01:30 in the afternoon, and then went to her grandson's house for lunch on crutches.

Song Jianyu, who was sitting on the ground in a long green dress and messy hair, was left panting.

"Sister Yun, rest for a while, I'll buy you some coffee."

The assistant who had been standing in the distance appeared with coffee in his hand, and the photographer had already raised his camera to take pictures of several old grandmas eating.

Song Jianyu sat down on the ground and caught the cup of iced coffee, and drank half a cup in one gulp before moistening his throat that was about to smoke.

The little assistant squatted beside her, fanning her with the small fan she carried with her, and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Yun's comments on the Internet are ugly now, and the manager said that if you continue to be so willful, you will be killed next week." You have to consider replacing the movie that started, after all, you have too many negative searches, and there are still people on the Internet saying that you are sorry for the painstaking efforts of the old ladies."

The woman sitting on the ground raised her sweaty face and waved her hands weakly: "Don't mention those things on the Internet, if I tell you that I suddenly bumped my head in the morning and lost my memory and forgot how to dance, would you believe me?"

The little assistant had an indescribable expression on his face, "Sister, we really can't make trouble this time. Didn't you say that you like that movie director very much? This time is the key to your winning the award again. Anyway, there are only the last three in our show." God, just work hard and endure for three more days!"

Is this something that lasts for three days!

Song Jianyu wanted to cry for him on the spot!

I am a 24-year-old young man, but he is standing here wearing a green skirt and green high-heeled shoes, dancing square dance with a group of old ladies in the yard.

Go one, two, three, four, two, two, three, and three, two, three, four.

Walking and going back and shaking and twisting his waist, this is almost more difficult than reincarnating him.

Just scolding him for making a fuss online.

He is more wronged than Dou E now, if he really does not give face and cry, he pats his chest and promises that he will definitely cry more sadly than Meng Jiangnu.

"Sister Yun, calm down, I'll buy you what you want for lunch, we don't have the same knowledge as those people." The little assistant's coaxing skills are very advanced.

At least it moved people who had been tired all morning, and turned to look at the little assistant: "Really, you can order any food?"

"Of course!"

"Then give me two catties of thirteen-flavored crayfish." Only crayfish can save his wounded heart.

Song Jianyu got up from the ground, patted the dust on the skirt and said, "Go and buy it, I won't go anywhere and I'll just wait for you here."

"Then I'll go buy it." Although female celebrities don't know how to eat crayfish either on the table or in private.

But as long as the other party stops being perfunctory to the public like in the morning, let alone buying crayfish, even if he is asked to bring a table of good dishes to a five-star hotel, the little assistant is also willing.

There is no one shooting in the yard now, and the rest of the five guests have already left the camera during the break time, eating, shopping, and lunch break.

In the open space in the yard of Mrs. Wang's house, a green figure stood barefoot in the center of the open space, holding the two fans used for performances in his hands.

"Turn your wrist to lift, then grab and spin."

Song Jianyu was holding the fan that was being used all the time, holding the handle of the fan and throwing it into the air, turning his wrist lightly, and using the same gesture to catch the fan that fell in mid-air and shaking it into a flower appearance.

With this movement, he stood in the courtyard facing the empty courtyard, and threw the hand flower back and forth hundreds of times before turning it into a good looking one.

The next step is to dance. To be honest, the dance taught by the grandmother is not very difficult.

It's just that Song Jianyu himself has never been exposed to this aspect. In many cases, his body instinctively cannot turn and keep up with the rhythm of the old ladies, which means that others have raised their hands, and his legs have not yet retracted.

Now there are no ups and downs of slogans, he is chanting slogans in his mouth in the quiet yard, replaying the dance steps he learned before.

When he did something wrong, he stopped and tried again and again.

Outside the yard, Mrs. Wang, who had eaten from time to time, had already come back on crutches, but the old lady did not step forward to disturb after seeing this scene outside the yard.

Instead, he quietly stood under the jasmine tree outside the yard, looking at the clumsy and persistent figure in the yard, repeating and jumping the simplest steps over and over again.

This reminded her of herself more than [-] years ago. At that time, she said she liked to dance, but no one could understand it. They thought that she, a country girl who picked up cow dung and cut pig grass every day, how could she learn to dance.

Dancing is something that educated people in the city can do.

But she was not convinced, and found a textbook teaching dance from the library as if she had found a treasure, and picked up cow dung in the field every day.

When cutting pigweed on the mountain, as long as she had free time, she would follow the method taught in that book, trying to learn every movement in it clumsily by herself.

In order to learn the first dance, she did not know how many people laughed at her.

She really likes it, even though she has never become a professional dancer, but her love for dancing has never been questioned even after 60 years.

The program team came to pick up the wind, saw a group of old ladies dancing, and said that they wanted to cooperate with them. As long as they danced together with each other, the producer of the program team would take them directly to the stage of Thousand People.

Wang Erni danced to the most audience in her life, and she was only surrounded by passers-by in the square when she was 50 or [-] years old.

There are also many people there, but no one has ever stayed for them.

The program team said that as long as they agree, a thousand viewers will come to watch them dance.

At that time, she was thinking that no matter who the other party wanted to bring over, they would accept it.

Her old cold legs can no longer dance, this performance will be the only time in her life to stand on a stage with a red carpet, and it will also be the last time in her life to perform on stage.

So even if he really agreed, he was still full of worries about the little girl who was going to be divided.

In the morning, a group of people accompanied the child who didn't understand anything to study for a long time. The teaching really made people angry, but they tried not to get angry.

Especially when I went to the grandson's house for dinner at noon, I learned from the grandson that this person is a very good dancer, but she is pretending in front of a group of old ladies like them.

It was the only official performance in her life, but there was such a person who didn't respect and didn't like dancing in it. Wang Erni couldn't eat half of her meal and wanted to go home.

This is the beginning of the scene.

Song Jianyu turned his back to the visitor, panting heavily with his hips crossed, rested for a minute and continued to jump up again.

Although I don't know how to do it, it's better to learn more than to go on stage and directly smash other people's games.

And he could tell that those old ladies really wanted to perform on stage, so he couldn't hold back anyway.

The green figure in the yard tiptoed again and jumped up clumsily.

Wang Erni was standing outside the yard, leaning on a cane, silent and not disturbing.

One, two, three, four, five, six... At one o'clock in the afternoon, the ten old ladies who had gone home for dinner outside the gate had gathered at the gate to look at the figure in the yard.

It's just that no one opened their mouths to speak, they just quietly watched the other party correct their posture over and over again.

"It's really stupid. I haven't learned the two movements after I learned them."

"Like when I was young, I was never convinced that I couldn't dance well."

"This unconvinced energy is obviously like me."

"When I saw her, I thought of the picture of us stumbling forward for our dreams when we were young."

"At that time, I really wanted to have a teacher to teach us, but the conditions did not allow it. Later, when we got married and had children, we had to do more farm work to support our family, and we didn't have this opportunity."

"Let her jump like this again, our first performance tonight is really going to be smashed, if you don't get in, I'll get in, she made the wrong move three times just now and hasn't reacted yet! I have to talk to her !"

"Let's go, sisters, no matter how hard you work, today we are all our own teachers, and we must make this girl amazing for everyone!"

Ten old grandmas supported each other in twos and threes, walked into the courtyard with towels to wipe sweat on crutches.

"Raise this foot and kick forward vigorously, you can't use brute force, you know, you need to be clever to exert force from here!"

Song Jianyu was slapped on the side of the waist. The opponent didn't intend to let go after the slap, but pinched the piece of meat to signal him to exert strength there.

Song Jianyu: "..." Mom, help me!I really want to go home!

No one heard the cry in her heart, and the girl in green in the yard was dancing like a marionette under the leadership of ten master masters.

Eleven people practiced from one o'clock in the afternoon until five o'clock.

The physical strength of the old ladies is not as good as that of young people. They must rest to have enough energy to go on stage at night.

Song Jianyu stopped dancing, not because he didn't want to dance, but because the group of old ladies had already pushed him to sit on a chair and put on makeup for him.

Song Jianyu, who is sitting on a chair and is at the mercy of others, is now like a child who is about to go on stage on Children's Day in a kindergarten, with big red and black eyeshadow painted on his face, and pink blush on his cheeks , the hair was also untied and tied into four or five small braids.

The old lady who braided his pigtails was still holding his hair and sighed: "The hair is so thick, I can't finish it with one hand."

Song Jianyu, who had no freedom the whole time, sat on a chair and smiled awkwardly and impolitely at the camera.I really want to tell the other party not to sigh, because he doesn't have so much hair himself.

A group of people put on their makeup and got on the bus specially prepared by the program crew. Song Jianyu, one of the performers, also got on the bus.

The bus took them out of the village and drove all the way to the square in the city center, where someone had set up the stage early in the afternoon.

A thousand plastic benches were also placed neatly, waiting for the audience to enter.