Chapter 2 Weird Kid 2
While Yan Xia was still sighing at himself for being a clever boy for taking on this task in the first place, their car had already slowly driven towards the parking lot of Ningxiu Airport.
After Yan Xia jumped out of the car with his short legs, he heard Tan Yi saying to his elder brother: "We and Teacher Feng's group are the only ones who haven't arrived yet."
Among the six groups of guests, only one group has the surname Feng, namely the talented singer Feng Jianxian and his only son Feng Lele. They dote on their son who was born in their old age.
"Are they also stuck in traffic?" Yan Xia raised his head to show his presence.
Tan Yi paused while helping with the luggage, and said with a tone that was hard to describe: "No, I heard that Lele got off the bus halfway to go to the public toilet, and when he came out he saw an elderly grandmother standing on the side of the road, and then the child..."
"He enthusiastically helped the old lady and ran a red light."
Yan Xia: “…………”
What a warm-hearted and kind-hearted child!
Unfortunately, although his starting point was good, he set off.
Tan Yi, who was talking a lot, was still talking nonstop, "Actually, it wasn't a big deal. It just happened that the old man had some dementia and got lost from his family, so it took some time to deal with it."
Yan Xia took his small suitcase from Yan Ji and continued chatting with Tan Yi like a good brother, "This process was very unexpected, but the ending was still very happy."
Tan Yi replied naturally, "That's right. My colleague just sent me a message saying that the old lady is over 90 years old."
Yan Xia's face was full of expression, just like an old lady at the entrance of a village. "It's really not easy for you at such an old age."
Tan Yi nodded, "That's right, my grandma is over 80 and a little confused now, we..." Tan Yi suddenly realized halfway through his words...
Why did he chat with a little kid so naturally?
From this atmosphere, it seems that the other person is about the same age as him.
When I looked down, it was still that cute little boy.
The cute little boy Bentai opened his eyes wide, and the meaning in his eyes was quite clear. What's wrong with you? Why don't you say anything?
Tan Yi's eye twitched and he turned to look at Yan Ji, who had hardly said a word from beginning to end. The other party had been following behind Yan Xia on the right, keeping a half-step slower pace.
Although they didn't talk much, their presence could not be ignored. Some people seemed to be born to be the center of attention.
Tan Yi sighed inwardly and changed the subject, "You are still quite different from your father."
Yan Xia also turned his head to look at his brother, and scanned him up and down, "Really? I don't think it's that different."
After saying this, he showed a satisfied expression. His brother's appearance would be enough to make a debut in the entertainment industry. And the child's body he imitated was based on his brother's appearance, which was simply an enlarged and reduced version.
It is said that programming is all about copying and pasting. His form was copied. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they are father and son. There is no doubt about their blood relationship.
I just don't know if his brother will dare to agree when he calls him dad.
He has been in this world for several days, but he hasn't cried out yet.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Yan Ji glanced at the child and said, "Watch the road."
The implication is: Don't look around while walking, and don't think about anything else.
Yan Xia: “Oh.”
It is impossible not to think about it. I also have to think about whether I should hold a gourd when calling. The Silver Horn King has this ritual, so his brother must have it too!
Tan Yi, who was walking in front of them, saw that the child didn't understand what he meant and wanted to say something else when a burst of noisy voice suddenly came from behind them.
Yan Xia was dragging his small suitcase and when he turned around he saw a chubby boy about the same height as him running towards them.
The little fat boy is not wearing a shirt, and his white and plump flesh looks a bit tempting under the sunlight. He is the kind that aunts and sisters who like to raise children online would want to take a bite when they see him.
Behind the little fat boy was a middle-aged man holding a short-sleeved shirt and shouting loudly, "Good boy, don't run away. Put on your clothes first. Wait for daddy!"
Yan Xia looked at the two figures approaching from afar and sighed quietly in his heart. They were indeed veteran singers from the last era. Their pronunciation and voices were so loud and clear.
The voice symbolizing the veteran's strength came closer, and after a while, the little fat boy rushed in front of Yan Xia like a small cannonball.
In order to prevent the other party from being unable to brake, Yan Xia took a step sideways slightly. In the end, the scene of the small cannonball hitting people did not happen. It was obvious that he had already mastered this skill.
Little cannonball, no... Little Feng Lele was about to speak, but the next second his head was covered by his short-sleeved shirt, and half of his fat white body was covered.
Yan Xia silently took another half step to the side, waiting for the old father to give some respect to his unruly, freedom-loving child.
The short-sleeved shirt only lasted for a few seconds. After regaining his freedom, Feng Lele was very familiar with Yan Xia and declared his friendship to her, "I know you. Your name is Yan Xia, right? My dad showed me your photos when I was at home. Why are you here so early? Do you know my name?"
Yan. Fake Child. Xia was quite patient with the real child, "Yes, we are not early. I heard that everyone else has arrived."
"What's your name? Let me think..." He even had the leisure to tease the child.
The kid was really taken in by the joke, "You don't even know my name! Didn't your dad show you my picture? My dad hung your pictures on the wall so I could always see them, in case I forgot."
Yan Xia: “???”
It seems like some important points have been missed?
"Hang it on the wall? Where is it hung?"
Feng Lele, who was still mumbling, seemed to have never thought that he would be asked this question. He choked for a moment before answering, "It's next to the bed."
Yan Xia: “Oh.”
It’s fine if it’s not hung in the middle of the wall.
The seven-year-old boy didn't quite understand the meaning of hanging the photo in the middle of the wall. He was only concerned about whether his new friend recognized him.
The answer I finally got was naturally very satisfying.
Two children of similar height walked side by side, whispering to each other as they walked, but never once did they drop a word to the ground.
However, the one who talked the most was the kid Feng Lele. Yan Xia, the soul of a college student, was still a little bit dwarfed in front of the kid with social compulsion.
The topic has shifted from family members to when monsters will attack the earth.
This made Feng Jianxian, who was following behind, smile at Yan Ji embarrassedly. It turned out that behind every successful kid there was a pair of helpless parents.
Sometimes, his parents can’t do anything about him, but the scorching sun can. The little fat boy finally succumbs to the high temperature and speaks less and less.
Even Yan Xia felt a little sleepy due to the heat. Perhaps it was because he had eaten too many snacks earlier and felt sleepy.
Well, this is very realistic!
The rest of the journey was a bit quiet. The parking lot was a long distance away from the opening recording location. This was mainly due to the constant coming and going of people at the airport, and we did not want to disrupt the normal order, so we deliberately chose a remote corner.
After recording the opening, you can get on the plane directly to the place where you will broadcast live in the next two days. The recording at the airport is also broadcast live, which can be regarded as a warm-up for the official live broadcast later.
Including the place we are going to this time, there are a total of six recording locations. Each time is a three-day live broadcast, and it will be edited into twelve episodes and played on video websites later. After all, there are still only a few people watching the live broadcast, and more people still like to watch the edited content.
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When the green vegetation on the road gradually increased, two groups of people who arrived late finally saw the tail of the main group.
There were security guards standing guard outside, and the staff were huddled together inside. Four other groups of guests were standing in the open space opposite, and the sounds of talking and laughing could be heard from time to time.
When they saw them arrive, the staff quickly took the microphone and brought it to them.
The guests' chatter and laughter also stopped temporarily. The older middle-aged actor Yi Lixiao walked over here, waving as he walked, "Brother Feng, Xiao Yan must be feeling very hot on the road, right? Come to the shade, it's cool!"
After hearing the greeting, Feng Jianxian, who was walking in front, waved with a smile on his face and said, "Li Xiao, you guys are here early."
Yi Lixiao smiled back and said, "I just arrived too, about ten minutes earlier than you."
After a few greetings, the six groups of guests gathered together.
Yan Xia raised his head and looked at Yi Lixiao in front of him, and greeted him politely: "Hello, Uncle Yi~"
After receiving praise for being a well-behaved child, he walked towards the other three groups of guests. As a sensible and polite child, of course he had to call everyone!
However, the scene of playing a child ended just as it began when he was tripped by a radio cord under his feet.
The moment he tripped over the wire, Yan Xia quickly closed his eyes and mouth, preparing himself for the close contact of his little body with the ground.
But the imagined contact did not come, I just felt my collar suddenly tighten.
Yan Xia: “???”
Who has his fate strangled by the scruff of the neck?
Turning my head...
Oh, it turned out to be his dear brother.
Yan Xia, whose neck was strangled, maintained the posture of being carried away, like a weighed piglet. After spinning 360 degrees in the air, he was safely placed in the middle of the group of children.
Yan Xia: “…………”
This is not the way he wanted to appear!
Yan Xia, with a red face, looked at his elder brother, his eyes full of accusations...
Don’t I have any dignity? ? You can just lift it up, why are you spinning around? ?
Thinking about the scene in which she was spinning unconsciously just now, Yan Xia's face turned a little red again. She didn't know whether it was because she was embarrassed, or... embarrassed.
Among the staff, the cameraman steadily recorded this scene of 'friendly brothers, respectful father and filial son', and the live broadcast room was immediately filled with cheers.
[Hahaha, the kid actually still knows how to be ashamed. ]
[The one in front, he is just small, not stupid. ]
[To be honest, this pair of amateur guests are really good-looking. 】
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Of course Yan Xia couldn't see what was said in the live broadcast room. Before the blush on her little face faded, a familiar shouting sound suddenly rang in her ears.
What Yan Xia saw from the side was the excited back of little Feng Lele running towards his father, jumping up and down while shouting, "Dad, I want to play too!!"
Teacher Feng Jianxian, who had a son in his old age, obviously had no way to refuse his son's request. He immediately nodded and agreed, and stretched out his hand to the little fat boy's back to lift him up, lift him up again, and lift him up hard...
Didn't pick it up.
Feng Jianxian: “…”
Yan Xia: “…”
Other guests: “…”
The empty venue was a little too quiet; the liveliness belonged only to the audience behind the camera.
There is a reason why the little fat boy is called the little fat boy. That is not a weight that can be ignored by the father filter.
Feng Lele, who was ready for takeoff, opened his innocent eyes and looked at his father questioningly.
In an instant, Yan Xia was not the only one with a red face.
Feng Jianxian wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with the last stubbornness of a middle-aged man: "Son, how about we try something else?!"
Children naturally cannot understand that the only thing that is hardest about a middle-aged person is his mouth. The words he says are naive and cruel, "Dad, can't you carry it? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have asked Uncle Yan to carry it."
After saying that, he took two steps and ran to Yan Ji's side, without paying any attention to his sad old father.
"Uncle Yan, I want to fly too. Can you let me fly too?"
Yan. Fake Child. Xia stood by with many question marks in his eyes. Is this the legendary generation gap?
The facts gave him the answer.
Because at the moment Yan Ji nodded, several childish voices sounded again.
"I want to play too~"
“And me!!”
Then, the greetings between adults turned into children queuing up to fly.
A world was achieved where only the real old father and the fake little kid were hurt throughout the whole process.
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