Chapter 1087 The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms Recreates a Variety Show Miracle He Jiong's praise was heartfelt, every word hit the nail on the head, and resonated with the audience.

"Of course, the orchids picked by the protagonist in the story are definitely not the orchids that are now protected by the state."

"Please do not go to the mountains to pick these precious wild flowers and plants. If you really want to grow them, buy artificially cultivated flowers and plants!"

Then, He Jiong changed the subject, reminding the audience.

I don't know why.

He vaguely felt that Wang Yueheng's song was telling a story from the childhood of those born in the 1980s or even the 1970s.

Back then, people didn't have the bustling cities we have today, and even their daily electricity supply couldn't be guaranteed.

The greatest pleasure for people back then was connecting with nature.

Find your own toys and joy in nature.

At that time, orchid grass was not a nationally protected plant and could be freely picked from the mountains and wild...

"Yue Heng! You're amazing! This song... Amazing! It's so good!"

Liu Huaxian, who had initially harbored some doubts about Wang Yueheng's impromptu song, was now gaping wide enough to fit an egg.

He clapped enthusiastically and gave Wang Yueheng a thumbs-up, his face full of admiration.

"Yue Heng, I'm truly impressed today! Completely convinced! Your eyesight is amazing, and your singing is even more incredible!"

"I almost destroyed a rare plant, and you casually gifted it a timeless classic! The difference in our levels of understanding is too vast!"

"This episode was totally worth it!"

Huang Lei stood up and looked at Wang Yueheng, his face already filled with sincere admiration and respect, with a hint of self-deprecation.

He calls himself "Huang the Encyclopedia" and is used to being praised by others, but he is now completely impressed by Wang Yueheng's talent.

He then stepped forward and solemnly patted Wang Yueheng on the shoulder, saying, "Thank you, Yueheng, for not only stopping me from making a mistake, but also letting us hear such a wonderful song."

Seeing this, Mo Zixue, who was carrying a basket on her back, smiled happily, even happier than when she herself had been praised.

"I really want to learn songwriting from Teacher Yue Heng in the future!"

Zhao Ying looked at Wang Yueheng with even stronger admiration in her eyes.

He even had the idea of ​​becoming an apprentice to learn the craft.

Of course, she knew in her heart that such an idea was just an unattainable daydream.

After all, Wang Yueheng is too busy every day.

It's already a miracle that the other party gave me this opportunity to participate in the recording of Hunan TV's variety show.

Zhao Ying dared not ask for too much.

He could only secretly resolve to do his best in every scene that Wang Yueheng assigned him.

Strive to reach the level of a first-tier actor or artist as soon as possible.

That will give you more opportunities to participate in events with your boss, Wang Yueheng!

At this moment, the mountain forest is bathed in warm sunlight, and a gentle breeze caresses your face.

With the beautiful melody of "Orchid Grass" lingering in their ears, everyone felt exceptionally relaxed after their rest, and their steps were much lighter when they set off again to search for mushrooms.

After the little incident, everyone became more careful in identifying each type of fungus, reminding and confirming each other's findings.

The cameramen and other staff members seemed to have an easier time working.

The feeling of fatigue vanished instantly!

"Teacher Huang, do you think this is a red mushroom?"

"Oh dear, this color is too bright, I can't accept it!"

"Teacher He, there's a clump of termite mushrooms over here! What great luck!"

"Yue Heng, Xiao Xue, have you found anything over there?"...

Laughter and cheerful voices echoed through the mountains and forests.

Wang Yueheng's singing seemed to have brought him good luck, and the rest of the process went exceptionally smoothly.

Each person's small basket gradually filled with all kinds of plump and fresh wild mushrooms.

Matsutake mushrooms, termite mushrooms, porcini mushrooms... a bountiful harvest.

As the sun began to set, it gilded the distant mountains with a warm golden hue.

Carrying their heavy loads, the group descended the mountain along the same path they had come from.