Chapter 49
Wen Cishu really wanted to help the little monkey build the tent, but maybe the little monkey had eaten too much at noon, and as soon as he sat on the comfortable sofa, he tilted his head and fell asleep.
Bo Yiming blinked, glanced at the bed not far away, and quickly called out to the camera in a low voice: "Big Daddy, are you still home? Little Daddy is asleep."
He was afraid that if he disturbed his little daddy, he would wake him up, and he really needed clear instructions from his big daddy.
"What to do, Big Daddy?"
[Mingzai, are you using the live camera as a video call? 】
[Haha, the request for help outside the lunch venue just now worked, so I’ll just ask for help a second time! But well done, we really need Daddy now.]
Not long after, Bo Tingyuan appeared at the door.
The audience clearly saw the young boy's eyes light up and he stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.
Afterwards, Bo Yiming turned back and placed the camera on a coffee table at a lower position.
The audience saw a pair of long legs walk to the sofa, gently stroke the black hair of Mingzai's father, and gently lift him up and hold him sideways.
Wen Cishu felt a familiar embrace in his sleepiness, but was not woken up. Instead, he leaned gently into his arms.
Bo Yiming really liked the way the big dad hugged the little dad every time, and couldn't help but push the camera to capture the extremely heartwarming scenes for the audience.
He said to himself: "It should be okay to take a picture of the back~"
His tone was full of attachment to his two fathers.
The upward shooting and backlighting perspective make this picture look more like a cartoon shot.
The extremely tall black figure from behind has a distorted height, especially the long legs stretched forward, the proportions are even more shocking than when viewed straight ahead.
His arms were tightly holding the person in his arms, and the long hair fell down in the crook of his arms, looking as fine and dense as tassels in the light, charming and moving.
[This angle is so beautiful, Mingzi, is this what you watch every day at home? You, you, you...are quite happy.]
[What should I do? This is Mingzai's perspective of his two fathers. It seems inappropriate to post some obscene comments, but I suddenly feel very excited.]
The audience braked in time and copied the words in unison: [Mingzi, you are such a great photographer]
Bo Yiming saw the big dad bending down to put the little dad on his bed, so he turned the camera to the tent and said softly, "Okay, everyone, come and watch me put up the tent."
A few minutes later, the audience saw the shadow on the carpet change and saw Mingzai's father walk back to the living room.
Bo Yiming poked his head out of the small window in the tent and waved with a smile: "Goodbye, Daddy~"
[Dad has been here for a long time, what has he been doing? 】
[Cover my wife with a blanket, kiss her, hug her...]
[You two, can you please participate in a wedding variety show for Mingzai's sake? Please, please, please, please.]
【Mingzai:?】 What about me? Won't you take me to play? 】
Bo Yiming was busy installing all the small parts in the box, and then asked Uncle Xu for cushions, quilts and pillows of appropriate sizes to put them in place.
He also collected stuffed dolls and pendants from the room and placed them inside and outside the tent.
The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Bo Yiming couldn't help taking pictures with his children's watch.
Throughout the whole process, careful viewers noticed that the young boy would occasionally glance at his little father lying on the bed in the distance.
It was just a quick glance, but it made people feel his care and attachment to his little father.
At the same time another family.
Zhu Wei was eating the small cake that Rongrong had just made, and said to her husband off-camera: "Why don't you give feedback to the production team now and ask if the four families can stagger the schedules for the tasks originally scheduled for the evening?"
"Why?"
Rongrong's father was also eating cake, but the camera only showed him taking a tissue from the table and handing it to Zhu Wei.
Just like Mingzai’s family, he was the one taking pictures of the mother and daughter.
Zhu Wei said bluntly: "I want to watch the other guests' task segments." As soon as she said that, she couldn't hide her smile.
[Sister Wei, are you really a genius? 】
[Want to eat melon too?] The program crew is coming! This is a really good idea]
The staff member in charge of Zhu Wei's live broadcast naturally saw the barrage of comments and immediately conveyed the proposal to the planning team.
Not long after, the audience saw a notice from the program team stating that a lottery would be used to determine the specific time of today's mini-game so that the audience could watch it in order.
This response and adjustment speed received unanimous praise from the audience.
[Last time I found that the program team really listened to opinions, you deserve the traffic]
[Rub my hands together, then I can go to different live broadcasts one by one, hehehe]
When Wen Cishu woke up, he almost thought it was dark.
"Yiming?"
Bo Yiming quickly ran to the bedside, "Did you sleep well, little dad? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No." Wen Cishu just stood up too quickly and felt a little dizzy.
He hugged the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, and asked softly: "Everything is fine when Daddy is asleep, right?"
Bo Yiming shook his head at first, then nodded quickly.
He truthfully relayed to the little dad what news he had just received from the program crew.
Wen Cishu yawned as he listened: "So when do you have time?"
"The first group, we'll play when little daddy wakes up."
"ah?!"
Wen Cishu was so shocked that his eyebrows raised and his tone changed. He suddenly woke up and asked, "Is it true?"
"Yes." Bo Yiming pointed at the tent, "Little Dad, can we play in the tent?"
Wen Cishu: "But..."
[Hahaha, my wife is frightened again~ I just woke up and received a bomb]
[Where is Mingzai’s dad?] Come quickly~】
[It’s so funny! Zhu Wei, Chu Han, and Teacher Zhou all know the intention of the program team and are waiting for Mingzai’s family to complete the task first]
Wen Cishu went to wash his face, still confused. He didn't understand why the task time was suddenly changed when he woke up from a nap.
When he was pushed into the tent and sat down against the pillow, he saw Bo Tingyuan coming in and sitting opposite him. He suddenly felt that the tent was really mini and became extremely crowded.
At this time, the camera switched again to the perspective of Mingzai's big father, and sitting next to him were Mingzai and his little father.
Wen Cishu hugged a large stuffed toy: "What's the mission? Is it complicated?"
Bo Tingyuan took out the task envelope that the program team had just sent: "Answer the audience's questions."
"Oh~" Wen Cishu's expression and eyes showed relief.
He probably hadn't gotten enough sleep, and he looked a little tired, with his long eyelashes drooping slightly, looking a little listless.
Bo Tingyuan picked up a square pillow at hand and prepared to move over to tuck it behind his waist.
But Wen Cishu quickly reached out and pulled it over, muttering softly, "I can do it myself."
[Mommy, just let your daddy let it go for you! 】
[I really like the dad’s perspective close to my wife~ 360 degrees of tenderness and beauty without blind spots~ I really want to kiss her at any time~]
Seeing this, Bo Yiming diligently helped the young father push the pillow.
"Okay, Big Daddy, I'm ready. Let's start."
He rested his chin on the doll's head and blinked innocently, "Big Daddy, is this a quiz? Are there any rewards for the correct answers?"
"Really?" Wen Cishu asked uncertainly, looking at Bo Tingyuan puzzledly.
[Hey, kid, why do you think the questions we ask are related to intelligence? 】
[After all, he is only nine years old, so it makes sense hahaha]
Since the camera is in front of Bo Tingyuan, the audience can see the question on it clearly at the first moment after he draws the card.
#The Secret of Parent-Child Relationship#
Question 1: "Mingzai, please describe the most impressive thing about your two fathers. (Questioner ID: If Mingzai is my son)"
Bo Tingyuan read out the question in a deep voice, slowly and clearly.
【? Wow, it’s really a question from the audience, and there’s even a nickname.]
[Mingzai's father's voice is really a bit cold and a bit irritating to the ears]
[If you are of mixed blood, did you learn Chinese since elementary school? I don’t seem to hear the accent.]
Bo Yiming then realized that it was this type of question.
He smiled and held up the little doll, shaking it in front of the two fathers: "But I have a lot of things to say, big dad, can I only say one thing?"
Wen Cishu was very curious, what would the little monkey remember?
Did it happen before or after his awakening?
Bo Tingyuan noticed the look in his eyes when he looked at his son, his slightly flickering eyes were warm and full of gentle love.
He said to his son, "You can say as many as you want."
"Okay." Bo Yiming tilted his head and looked at his little father. "When I was a kid, I once sneaked into his bedroom--"
He stuck out his tongue, "I miss my little daddy so much."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan responded to his son at the right time and encouraged him to continue, just like every time he spoke to his son.
Wen Cishu also looked at him intently and expectantly.
Bo Yiming: "Little Daddy was taking a nap like today. I lay on the bed and watched him for a long time. He suddenly opened his eyes."
During this pause, Wen Cishu's heart was in suspense.
He had no recollection of the scene his son described and began to worry whether it had cast some shadow on his child's young mind.
Bo Tingyuan promptly held his hand and asked him with his eyes.
Wen Cishu glanced into his deep green eyes and seemed to be comforted again: "Yiming, what happened next? Did your little daddy say anything?"
Bo Yiming recalled the scene at that time: "Little daddy pinched my face, just like he did recently, and told me Yiming was so cute. But when I wanted to talk to little daddy, he fell asleep again."
Wen Cishu hugged him and held him in his arms.
Why are my eyes suddenly filled with soreness?
He quickly lowered his head and looked at the little monkey's hair in a daze.
He murmured, "I'm sorry, baby, Daddy didn't remember this. But Daddy will remember it later."
"Hmm? It's okay~"
Bo Yiming's tone was soft, proud and proud: "When little daddy dreams, he always says Yiming is so cute~"
He hugged his little father's arm and held him close.
[Oh my god, is mommy going to cry? 】
[You've forgotten about your wife, right?] But Mingzai remembered it so clearly.]
[Wow, I want to cry too. I remember a lot of happy childhood memories, but my parents said they don’t remember them.]
Wen Cishu's gaze quickly swept across Bo Tingyuan who had been staring at him.
"What about Big Daddy? Does Yiming remember anything interesting that he wants to tell Big Daddy?"
"Um……"
Bo Yiming deliberately dragged out the tone.
He raised his chin and pouted his lips as he said to Little Daddy, as if he was accusing him: "Little Daddy, do you know? The day we went to eat hot pot, Big Daddy took a lot of pictures of you. He didn't even show them to me."
Wen Cishu & Bo Tingyuan: "..."
The couple looked at each other.
Bo Tingyuan said calmly, "Next question."
[Ahahaha what the hell? I was so sentimental just now, but suddenly the topic changed.]
[Mingzai, your dad is so fierce!] Cry quickly for him to see.
【hot pot? Was it the day when the boating was photographed? What photo? ah! I want to see it too.]
But when Bo Tingyuan opened the task card for the second question, he didn't say anything for half a minute.
The father and son opposite looked at him curiously.
"What's wrong, Big Daddy? Is it Chinese you don't know?"
Wen Cishu pursed his lips and chuckled: "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the question on the card.
Question 2: "Wife, please describe to everyone how you met Mingzai's big daddy. (Questioner ID: Mingzai and I are fighting for mommy~)"
[Ahhh, this is what I asked, look at my ID! Program crew, you are so real, I am so moved]
Why is there such a long pause? Should we skip the previous title? Please, I beg you, Mingzai Daddy.]
Wen Cishu asked suspiciously, "Don't you really know him?"
Bo Tingyuan coughed lightly before speaking, which was very rare.
This made Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming even more puzzled.
Bo Yiming was getting angry: "Big daddy? You gave the card to the little daddy?"
Bo Tingyuan said: "Yiming, I'm a little thirsty, can you help me get a glass of water?"
"Ah?" Bo Yiming looked at his little father in surprise. Why did he feel like there was a conspiracy?
Wen Cishu had some trust in him, and knew that he must have his reasons for saying that, so he followed and said, "Yiming, Dad has some too, how about you get some more fruit for us to eat together?"
"Okay, okay~"
Bo Yiming stood up with a grumble and snorted, "You must be trying to get the kids out of here and say something that adults can listen to, right?"
Bo Yiming climbed out of the tent indignantly.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and rubbed the back of his son's neck: "Wait until you come back, and your little dad will answer."
"Okay, don't lie to me!" Bo Yiming felt relieved after hearing this.
[Mingzai guessed something very cleverly, but he didn’t guess the core. For this question, asking the question is the key! 】
[Adults are so mean, so bad~ Poor little Ming~ee hug]
[Mommy and dad have such a good understanding, they are indeed a couple]
After the little monkey left, Wen Cishu blinked and asked with a smile: "What? Did the program team ask any weird questions?"
Bo Tingyuan picked up the card again and looked at the words on it: "Wife, please describe to everyone how you know me."
After she finished reading, the green eyes behind the lenses quickly raised up and looked straight at him.
Although Bo Tingyuan had deliberately softened and accelerated his speech, and his tone seemed nonchalant, Wen Cishu still felt like he had accidentally stepped on a piece of red-hot charcoal and wanted to jump up instantly, with red marks appearing on the roots of his ears and the sides of his neck.
Bo Tingyuan quickly blocked the camera with a card.
[Ahhhhhhhh mommy is blushing! I am excited (bushi)
[Mingzai's dad is so mean. He read it very quickly on purpose! Now they are blocking the camera to prevent us from seeing mommy.
[No, no, no, this speaking speed is just right.] With this deep and magnetic voice, if I deliberately slow down my speech, mommy might just run away, hahahaha]
Wen Cishu felt that the tent was too small and he should buy a large yurt that could accommodate twenty people.
He was now feeling hot all over, and when he saw that the camera was blocked, he quickly raised his face to the side and fanned his neck with his hands.
When Bo Tingyuan stretched out his hand and tried to shake his, he gently slapped it away with his backhand, glared at him with his almond-shaped eyes, and quickly turned away.
Bo Tingyuan did not avoid or evade his gaze, but looked at him as if he was being tickled.
For the first time, he realized that such a title could cause such a big reaction in him.
"I'm back!"
Bo Yiming's voice came in.
Wen Cishu then breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still a little wandering. He didn't look at Bo Tingyuan and took the fruit plate handed to him by his son.
Bo Tingyuan took away the card only after Bo Yiming entered the tent and sat down.
[What were you doing with all that rustling just now?] 】
[Both husband and wife are outsiders, so they definitely don’t know that sometimes covering up leaves more room for imagination than not covering up, hehe]
[Wow, mommy is really shy, her eyes are all wet~]
Bo Yiming asked: "So, what is the second question? Has the little dad answered it?"
"No." Bo Tingyuan said, "I'm waiting for you to come."
"Great!" Bo Yiming leaned towards his father's arm, looking like he wanted to hear a story.
Wen Cishu saw from the corner of his eye that Bo Tingyuan picked up the card again. Worried that he would have to read it again, he hurriedly conveyed the question himself.
Bo Yiming really loves listening to the stories about his two fathers, but he never had the chance to do so before.
"Little dad, please tell me quickly."
Wen Cishu didn't dare look at the person opposite him, he lowered his eyes and said: "Your great grandfather and I met through a blind date, there's nothing special to say. It's just that your great grandfather and your father's grandfather are old friends, so we exchanged photos and had dinner together soon."
He glanced at Bo Tingyuan's long legs wrapped in suit pants, picked up a big blueberry and took a bite.
Bo Yiming asked with interest: "And then?"
Wen Cishu took a sip of blueberry juice and said calmly, "Then we met and got married not long after. It was pretty simple."
[The rumored dinner party for a wealthy family’s marriage?] 】
[As expected, rich people digest all their money internally.]
[So mommy’s family is also rich and even more mysterious? Wow~ (This year’s netizens are really too weak, what’s mommy’s name? Just give me a surname!]
Bo Tingyuan asked: "What's your first impression?"
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu raised his eyes, "You have to answer this part too?"
"Um."
Bo Tingyuan nodded indifferently, his expression as serious as if he was the cold and cruel professor at the graduation defense meeting.
"Little Dad, I want to know too."
Bo Yiming also picked up a blueberry and nibbled on it. He remembered that this was a live show, so he whispered, "Can I tell you?"
"Sure."
Wen Cishu lowered his voice and said childishly, "He was just very fierce, just like now, silent and cold."
Bo Yiming looked at the big daddy, nodded in sudden realization, and agreed: "How could the big daddy be like this? It's the first time I see the little daddy being mean to him."
【no? Your little dad is just bluffing you, kid, do you believe it? 】
What does Big Daddy look like? Is it very fierce? I think it’s okay.]
[Looking at the few photos available online, he should be quite angular, with some European features like brows pressing down on eyes and deep features, fierce... maybe it's what we often call aloof? 】
At an angle that the audience could not see, Bo Tingyuan raised his eyebrows, and his gaze through the lenses was as sharp as a scalpel.
In an instant, Wen Cishu felt like he was being dissected by this green ghost-like gaze.
He lowered his eyes guiltily and stuffed a blueberry into his mouth.
——It’s over. I always feel that he will come back and “torture” me again.
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