But it didn't.

Fu Song read the book from beginning to end and found that Shang Kai's story was not only similar to "The Ballad of Mulan", but almost identical to it.

The only bright spot is that he innovated in his comedy style.

In fact, if Fu Song had not produced "Five Generations of Volunteering", he would still have received some praise just for this innovation.

Now...

Old Mrs. Hua was almost falling asleep watching the TV. When she finally heard the TV stop, she hurriedly said, "Ah? It's over? That's great!"

On the opposite side, Shang Kai was stunned.

What's going on?

Just now, while others were watching the show, he was observing other people's expressions.

Old Mrs. Hua dozed off the entire time, and the women next to her all looked as if they were being force-fed poison and were living in a state worse than death.

Is my drama that bad?

I have been working hard for three whole months for this day!

Moreover, the story of "Mulan" was also carefully selected by me.

As a daughter joining the army in place of her father, I can completely resonate with the old lady's experience back then.

Unfortunately, until the end of the birthday party, Shang Kai didn't know where he went wrong.

After Shang Kai stepped aside, Zhang Xinyuan stepped forward and took out a wooden box: "Grandma Tang, this is a gift I prepared for you.

I wish you good health and all the best; may you live as long as the turtle and the crane, and be evergreen as the pine and cypress; may you be as blessed as the East Sea, and may the sun and the moon shine forever.

The plum blossoms in Shangyuan are blooming early, and the cypress leaves on the fairy steps are flourishing; dew nourishes the three-colored grass, and clouds protect the nine-shaped pines; people gather like pearls in the sky, and spring arrives at the banquet. Fruit wine is fragrant, and the apricot blossoms are moistened by the rain, and the gorgeous Chinese toon trees are covered with clouds and the scenery is long and beautiful.

Next to him, the moment Zhang Xinyuan took out the wooden box, Fu Song felt vaguely familiar.

By the time the other party read out the birthday wishes, his eyelids had begun to twitch.

This is no longer familiar, this is completely copying myself!

Adaptation, plagiarism...

Are all the rich young men nowadays so shameless?

The key point is that I read those few words of blessing because I really couldn't force myself to say them.

You won't let go of this?