Chapter 3 Chapter 3 # Bitter Melon Literature #

Qin Meilan coaxed Xiaojie to sleep in her arms, and Zhuzhu was scolded from dawn to dusk, and was finally sent behind the curtain to sleep.

It was autumn, and the nights were getting cooler. Little Tuanzi's quilt was still thin, and she shivered slightly when she got into the quilt. She placed the pendant doll that the staff sister had given her during the day next to her and gently lifted the quilt.

The staff carried a doll pendant with a dirty face, like a cat.

Same as Zhuzhu.

But this is Zhuzhu’s new friend. Little Tuanzi doesn’t dislike it at all and claps it with his little hands.

Go to sleep!

Through the curtain, Zhuzhu heard a rare phone call from Zhao Wu.

As soon as the phone was picked up, Qin Meilan hurriedly asked Xiaojie to call her dad. Tomorrow is Xiaojie's two-year-old birthday. Zhao Wu picked out a toy water gun for him and ordered it online. He said it would arrive soon, which made Xiaojie very excited. The father and son were bored for a long time. Qin Meilan was obviously very satisfied and glanced at the forgotten "wild child" behind the curtain.

"By the way, there are people from the TV station coming to record a program this afternoon."

"I originally wanted to have Xiao Jie appear in a show called "Change Your Life". I don't know which village the show was filmed in. The little girl was brought to the city to live. After the show was recorded, people donated money and school supplies to her. They said that no matter how long she studied in the future, the people in the city were willing to support her!"

"I was thinking, if our Xiaojie was also noticed, regardless of whether he could study or not, it would be so cool for him to shoot a few commercials, and he could also make money--"

"Qin Meilan!"

The little dumpling was frightened and shrank.

Qin Meilan didn't know why her husband suddenly became excited. She was afraid of scaring her son, so she switched the phone answering mode and put the receiver to her ear.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Wu was furious and warned her not to take advantage of others whenever she saw one. If people from the TV station came again in the future, she should take her children and stay away.

"Especially that girl." Zhao Wu said sternly, "Don't let her show up."

"Tsk." Qin Meilan rolled her eyes, "As if she couldn't stand the light."

"Did you hear that?"

"Yes, I heard it."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Meilan hugged her son and comforted him.

Thinking that he had been scolded for no reason again, he raised his voice and spoke in a weird voice.

"Isn't it too shameful to see the light?"

"Pooh."

A wild child doesn't know what money is.

Every time Zhao Wu was asked about her background, he kept silent.

You do things outside that are not worthy of your family, and you still think you are right!

…

Zhuzhu is no longer an ignorant two or three-year-old. She is three and a half years old and is already a big kid.

When the adults at home quarreled and my younger brother was scared and cried, there was always someone to comfort him, but she was different.

Little Tuanzi knew that she had to hide, not bothering anyone, and wait quietly for the storm to pass.

The window was half open, and a cool breeze quietly came in.

Zhuzhu curled himself up into a small ball, felt sleepy and fell into sleep unknowingly.

The sound circling around my ears in my dream is like a long bedtime story.

That is the original plot of the old melodramatic novel "The Domineering CEO Fell in Love with Me After He Lost His Memory While Running Away with the Ball".

Zhuzhu was too young, and only then did she vaguely guess that the "ball" in running with the ball referred to the little man.

The ball that the original heroine ran with was born. On that day, she was so happy that she chose a bottle of famous wine from the wine cabinet and prepared to drink it after she recovered. The original heroine became a mother, but she herself was like a little girl, wandering around the crib, poking the small ornaments hanging on the bed from time to time, and finally found that her "ball" was the most fun.

In the dream, the original heroine's appearance seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, too blurry to see clearly.

Zhuzhu's ears were filled with the crisp "ding ding dong dong" sounds of baby toys.

The original heroine said a lot to her ball.

“I’m actually a mother.”

"It hurts a little, but you're so cute, it's worth it."

"Grow up quickly, let's go have afternoon tea together."

"You can't drink tea? I'll give you a glass of milk."

Little Dumpling is still in a dream.

However, she still didn't understand most of the original plot.

I only remember this scene, presented from the baby's perspective. The surroundings seemed to be filled with warm and dreamy bubbles, so beautiful that it seemed like an illusion.

It turns out that dreams can be sweet.

…

Steam filled the bathroom. Ji Ning put on a bathrobe and brushed away the mist on the mirror with her hand.

When she woke up from the coma, she had no time to think too much. She only heard that it was a serious car accident, and her friends and the driver died on the spot. She was luckier and survived.

The rehabilitation process was arduous, and a professional physiotherapist developed the most comprehensive plan for her. Ji Ning was optimistic by nature, and no matter how difficult it was, she just got through it step by step.

From the perspectives of her family and outsiders, Ji Ning pieced together a version of herself from the past.

At the age of five, she was a little actress who could be recognized on the street. Later, she grew up gradually. The only daughter of the Ji family was never the cash cow of the family as the outside world said. Her mother cut off all her interactions with the entertainment industry. From then on, her life became simple and pure.

School and home are two points in a straight line. The tutor is responsible for the artistic cultivation and enlightenment. The growth experience of the so-called rich daughter is unremarkable.

She was raised in a greenhouse, and the only misfortune that happened to her was the car accident.

But for some reason, as time went by, Ji Ning felt more and more that she had lost something.

She was trapped in an invisible cage.

She didn't know what she had lost, but it must have been something precious.

“Knock knock knock—”

Ji Ning came back to her senses and said, "Come in."

The maid, Madam Wu, brought Ji Ning a bowl of freshly stewed bird's nest, emphasizing that it was the mistress's instruction.

"Madam is still in the study, having a video conference."

"By the way, the clothes on the outside of the cloakroom were just delivered this afternoon by Madam. They are all ready-made clothes of the season. Madam was especially happy to hear that you were back."

Mother Wu opened the cloakroom.

Rows and rows of clothes, jewellery and shoes, carefully matched from head to toe, just like Fu Mingya, stable, rigid and difficult to make mistakes.

Mother Wu took a skirt and tried it on Ji Ning: "It's so beautiful."

"Mother Wu," Ji Ning suddenly asked, "When did you come home?"

"That was a while ago." Aunt Wu said with a smile, "When you were just a little kid, I accompanied you to the filming crew."

"Do you remember why my mother wanted me to act at that time?" Ji Ning asked.

"That was 20 years ago." Mother Wu thought about it. "It's strange that you mention that. I remember that my wife was very unhappy at the time... Maybe at first, she just wanted you to go out and have some fun, but later she found out that the arrangement of the crew was unreasonable. How could a child this young stay up late to film?"

When she said this, she took another look at the skirt in her hand and said, "Ningning, you have lost weight again! This skirt may not fit you."

"You need to eat more at home during this period."

Ji Ning responded.

Mother Wu glanced at the time.

"Then you take a rest first. I'll go out first and call you for dinner later." Before turning around and leaving, Mother Wu glanced at Ji Ning again and said with genuine satisfaction, "Look how good this is!"

Mother Wu went downstairs and placed the bowl of bird's nest porridge on a tray.

The lid was opened early in the morning, and a delicate spoon was placed inside, and the heat slowly dissipated.

The clothes in the cloakroom are sorted regularly, and each area matches the style of the ready-made clothes that have just been delivered this season.

"..." Ji Ning crossed her arms, "Did I like this before?"

…

At the beginning of the second season of "Change Life", the live broadcast of the guest audition session sparked a certain amount of discussion among netizens.

But now it is not only a cold winter for the film and television industry, but also a cold winter for variety shows. The popularity of a small audition is really not that great.

After discussion, the program team felt that the first round of auditions still had many shortcomings and no outstanding guest candidates had been found for the time being.

The only impressive person was the little girl standing at the end of the line of children, but it was still inappropriate to choose her as the guest of honor.

"That little girl is cute and likable, but she is too young and does not meet our requirements. In addition, her situation at home is not good and her mother is not easy to get along with. If we really want to invite her as a guest and take her to live with a city family, then the city child will go to her home?"

"If the topic of 'preferring sons over daughters' is made public, it will spark public debate, but it is indeed sensitive. After all, the child is still young. If the topic is exaggerated, people may accuse us of exploiting the child, which is too much of a accusation."

After careful consideration, the program team decided to put the plan on hold.

The live broadcast of the auditions will not only be held in Yongrui Village, there are many alternative destinations, and there is relatively ample time for preliminary preparations.

Unlike regular TV stations, self-media anchors who rely on traffic and popularity have already sensed this wave of popularity and naturally want to strike while the iron is hot.

That evening, a public welfare anchor named "Donut" announced that he would go to Yongrui Village early the next morning to find the little girl named Zhuzhu and bring her suitable clothes, while also giving the child warm care and encouragement.

[The action is too strong, the sensitivity is absolutely amazing, this anchor deserves this job! 】

[Ah, it's not nice to go and disturb others...]

[Everything is used for entertainment. Children are not tools for you self-media anchors to make money. 】

[In an era where traffic is king, traffic means money. Support the anchor to help children improve their lives! ]

[This is too shameless. I oppose the entertainment of suffering! ]

Regardless of whether the voices on the Internet are well-intentioned, this time, the anchor Donut still took advantage of the popularity of the official satellite TV.

The next morning, she took her studio team and took the earliest flight to South City to broadcast the entire process live.

Although the popularity is not that big, Zhuzhu has become the protagonist of the live broadcast room and has received kind attention from many sectors of society.

In a forum dedicated to discussing internet celebrities and bloggers, someone shared a link to the live broadcast room, and the live broadcast text also included the tags #小紀凝# and #童星#.

[Are the unknown anchors working so hard nowadays? 】

[These tags are so weak, where do the traffic come from? It’s better to add #苦瓜文学#]

After a bumpy and winding road, Donut and his group arrived at the entrance of Yongrui Village.

From a distance, they finally found the protagonist of today's live broadcast room.

Zhuzhu was young and ignorant, his short legs stood there with his head tilted.

The little bitter melon baby is coming.