Chapter 41: Being woken up by this alarm clock, I felt like Huaimin was still awake
9:30 in the evening, Hope Primary School teachers' dormitory.
Jiang Nianchu looked at the comments from netizens on the barrage and almost laughed to tears.
A few days ago, I heard from the children in my class that there have been a lot of new faces in the village recently, and it seems that a big star is coming here to film a show.
How can she be missing in such a lively place?
After asking around, I found out that Mengbao Travel Notes was going to be filming nearby.
It has been almost two weeks since I came to teach. Although the village is beautiful, there are not many entertainment activities. Jiang Nianchu and his classmates have almost walked around everywhere and have reached the point where they have nowhere else to go.
I have classes at school on weekdays, and I’m bored on weekends, so I just watch variety shows.
I didn't expect it to be so interesting. I spent the whole day watching it.
After the first day of live broadcast, she still felt a little unsatisfied and planned to find time to catch up on the first episode of the variety show.
However, why does Xu Wanci's husband's voice sound so familiar? It feels like déjà vu.
Jiang Nianchu opened Station C and searched for variety show segments, and found the clip of the first episode where the person made a phone call.
An extremely clear voice entered her ears, and she was a little stunned.
Why... is this so similar to her unsympathetic, work-obsessed older brother?!
Thoughts surface and linger.
Jiang Nianchu turned around to look at Jiang Yan's face again and felt that he looked very much like her elder brother.
That’s impossible.
The eldest brother got married without telling the whole family and has a child who is over four years old?
It's outrageous no matter how you think about it.
She must have been dazed in class, or the mushrooms she ate at noon were poisonous and she was poisoned.
"Nian Nian, I'm ready to go to bed."
The classmate sleeping on the upper bunk poked his head out and said.
His thoughts were interrupted and Jiang Nianchu responded.
I hurriedly turned off the tablet, got out of bed and turned off the lights.
Lying back on the bed, Jiang Nianchu successfully convinced himself.
It is better to believe that she is Qin Shi Huang than to believe that he is the eldest brother. It must be just their voices that are similar.
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The next day, at 7:50 am.
The cheerful ballad 'gently woke up' the hearts of the five groups of guests who were still asleep.
It is the wake-up song sung by Director Chu with all his heart.
"Get up, get up, oh~oh~"
"Get up, get up, oh~oh~"
"I need to get up, I need to get up, get up quickly, quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"
…
[Damn, the screen was struck by lightning, it scared me so much. ]
[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, it's like hearing heavenly music, Director Chu is preparing to bravely enter the music world.]
[What a cheap song! Director Chu, is this your own choice? If you were forced, just blink.]
Thank you, Director Chu. Your song cured my migraine. Now my whole head hurts.
[Grab the bamboo shoots, grab the bamboo shoots, director, don't listen, it's a bad review.]
What's ACD moving?
Xu Wanci opened his eyes blankly, listened attentively for a while, and then fell silent.
The role of the loudspeaker installed by the program team was maximized at this moment.
Being woken up by this kind of alarm clock makes me feel like even Huaimin hasn't slept yet.
Helplessly got up.
Xu Wanci gently patted Jiang Yan, who was whimpering beside him, and said, "Time to get up, baby."
There are two cricket pupae on the raised part of the quilt.
Soon, a small head with messy hair popped up.
Jiang Yan raised his little hand to rub his eyes, then smiled at Xu Wanci, "Good morning, Mommy."
Then the cute cub received a sweet kiss on the forehead from its mother.
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Eight twenty-eight.
The four groups of guests who had finished breakfast had already arrived at the central square and were chatting and laughing. The only ones left were Luo Yu'an and his son who were still walking down the stone steps.
“Uncle Chu!”
Not far away, Luo Yuchen let go of his father's hand and ran quickly to the gathering point.
Meeting everyone's curious gazes, he frowned slightly and said with a look of longing, "I want to listen to the Ultraman theme song tomorrow morning."
[We're already into song requests, what a quick thinker!]
I suggest the program team play "Sailor" or "I Believe" tomorrow, which is our school's classic wake-up song.
[DNA is moving. I believe I am who I am. I believe in tomorrow. I believe youth has no horizon.]
[It's better than our school playing "Ugly" to wake us up, blue basin.]
[Student: Ugly…ugly?! Me?]
"Why? Is my singing not good?" Chu Feng teased him deliberately.
Luo Yuchen looked conflicted, hesitating to speak.
It was as if I was experiencing some inner struggle between heaven and man.
Seeing that his brother couldn't explain it clearly, Yin Lingyi beside him added calmly, "Not bad, Uncle Chu. It's nice to change things up once in a while."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present burst into laughter.
Director Chu: "..." Humph, a bunch of people with no taste! ╭(╯^╰)╮
[Low EQ: Your singing is terrible. High EQ: It's nice to change things up occasionally.]
【Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, it can be seen that we are all suffering.】
[Is this the art of speaking?! [Shocked][Tactical retreat]]
Children speak without restraint, and the magnanimous director Chu Feng decided to forgive this group of "vulgar people".
"This morning, we are going to experience the traditional handicrafts of the ancient village - tie-dyeing and batik. Batik is listed as a national intangible cultural heritage."
On the way to the batik museum in the village, the director briefly explained the difference between the two handicrafts.
Tie-dyeing is a technique that uses tying and splinting to create a gradient effect of varying shades of pigment on the fabric.
Batik is made by melting beeswax and using a copper wax knife to draw patterns on the fabric, which is then heated and dyed to leave a mark of the pattern.
Both dyeing techniques reflect our ancestors' understanding of nature and colors.
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The batik museum is a large wooden building with a square triangular roof.
Before I even walked in, I saw a long cloth of light and dark blue and white interwoven with carefully designed gradient colors hanging on a long bamboo pole.
"Wow, what a beautiful wine!"
Holding her mother's hand, Jiang Huaiyue pulled Ji Wan forward a few quick steps and walked under the long cloth to observe closely.
There were twinkling stars in her eyes and she spoke in an amazed tone.
Looking at my own child, I feel stunned by the beauty.
Ji Wan smiled helplessly.
When everyone entered the wooden building, what caught their eyes were the various scenery placed in the open space in front of the building.
There were rows of dyed clothes and canvas bags, and a long table covered with a dark blue tablecloth, covered with various hanging ornaments.
Look up.
Pieces of cloth half a meter wide were placed between the tall wooden frames on both sides, falling down to form beautiful arcs of varying heights.
Under the sunlight, the blue of the fabric matches the blue of the sky, making you feel as if you are in a vast ocean.
This place is perfect for taking photos. Some photographers are experiencing occupational illness.
[The program team has reached a high level, the intangible cultural heritage is passed down, I love it. Mengbao Travel Notes, I will always follow you, forever... forever]
The children opened their mouths slightly and cried incessantly.
Jiang Huaiyue, dazzled by the beautiful skirt, blinked her eyes and took the initiative to cue the process for the first time, saying to Director Chu,
"Director uncle, when do we start?"
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